AN: Major changes in my life. I moved! For the first time in my life! And across the country too! Ahh, during my senior year too. Short story short, my daddy lost his job, we lost our house and now I'm currently living with my aunt and uncle. Pro's and con's about everything. But one thing that hasn't changed is my writing! I need to write more. I don't write as much as I do. I am hoping once JK Rowling reveals more about the relationship between Lily and James via Pottermore, I'll get more story ideas. I love Pottermore! I was one of the 1 million who gain early access. It's freaking sweet. Can't wait till the other books open up!

Happy Readings!

Disclaimer: It's been so long since I've last written one of these that I almost forget to add one. I iz not JK Rowling. I iz a senior in highscool.

Lily eyed the wall, closing one eye to get a different perspective. James groaned. He knew she was going to talk and he had to stop it.

"Lily, it's fine! It looks perfect right the way it is! We don't need to move it around anymore." James hoped Lily would listen. He'd been moving that stupid picture frame for the past half hour. If she was going to tell him to move it another inch, James knew he would internally combust.

Lily starting panning the room with her eyes, taking in every detail. "Honey, can you tilt it slightly to the right? Oh! And then the lamp we got from our reception can go over by the couch! Yes, that would be perfect!"

"Lily, I'm going crazy here! Why does the stupid frame need to be tilted to the left-"

"Right, James, it needs to be titled to the right." Lily corrected. James closed his eyes. He choose his next words carefully.

"I truly and honestly love you, Lily. Really I do, but it's only a stupid picture! Of weirdly designed flowers no less! We have to unload a ton more of boxes, Hun, and if we spend half an hour trying to decide where everything does, I might just pull out my hair and you know how much I love my hair."

"Do you not remember who gave me that picture? My mother, James, my mother!" Lily tried to fight back the tears. "Who, in case you forgot, is dead! It's the last thing she gave to me before she died! If you don't want to help then leave! Go play Quidditch with Sirius or whatever! Go fall off your broom for all I care!"

"Lily, crap." James knew he messed up. "Honey, I don't hate the picture and I don't think it's weird. I didn't forget about your moth-" Lily interrupted him.

"Just go, James. It obviously you lost interest a while ago. I'll do it myself." James tried to answer but Lily, with fire in her eyes, just pointed out the door. James knew he had lost. He grabbed his cost and headed out the door and on the stop, apparated over to Sirius' place.

When James returned three hours, he didn't return empty handed. Padfoot, Moony and him had stopped by the store to pick up some of Lily's favorite treat, chocolate frogs, and a dozen white roses.

The lights in the house were all turned off when James entered except for a lamp. Lily must have brought that in from the van herself. Lily was sleeping upon a couch that they had recently purchased. James and her had decided that they would decorate their very first house together muggle style. It was an idea James had, he saw it as a perfect "date". They had started that morning, starting with the couch. Once it was in the house, they became a little occupied for the next few hours. The joy of finally being married and owning their own house together had filled them with so many strong emotions that before they knew it, their lips meet, clothes came off and passion was brewed. They feel asleep afterwards, exhausted, and decided to get back to work when they awoke. They had started with the picture of the flowers.

James smiled as he looked at his wife. The thought of Lily as his wife filled James with so much love. He couldn't believe he had actually done it! He had married Lily. The Lily Evans; the same Lily Evans his mates said he would never have a chance with, nonetheless marry. Well, he showed them. His life was complete.

He walked over to the couch where Lily was sleeping and gently pulled her hair away from her face. The expression displayed was that of complete serenity. She held no worries on her face as she slept. None of this Voldemort junk was concerning her as she lay asleep. James loved seeing Lily like this; so peaceful. It had been a while since he had seen Lily so at peace.

Ever since they had graduated from Hogwarts, the reality of the real world and all the things concerning this guy named Voldemort had gotten Lily in a complete wreck. It certainly didn't help that her parents had been murdered a month before the wedding. James still shuddered at the thought. He had never seen Lily in such a mess and it made him want to throw up. Lily was always in control and when she found out her parents were dead; it was like she had died herself.

James shook all the thoughts about death, murder and Voldemort away from his mind. It was his and Lily's time to be happy. Especially Lily. She deserved to be happy.

Lily let out a small snore and it brought a smile to James' face. He never would have guessed that Lily snored and he found it very amusing. It was going to take time to get used to. Sometime she snored so loud, it would wake him up in the middle of the night.

Lily suddenly woke to find James standing near her, holding chocolate and flowers in his arms. She yawned, stretched and leaned herself up, sitting crossed legged.

"Who's the chocolate for?" She inquired.

"Oh, you know, Padfoot decided he would declare his undying love for me and gave me chocolate and flowers in the process. He even popped the question. It was a very romantic moment for us, well until he realized he lost the ring. You should have been there. Oh, do you want some?" James smirked. Lily threw a pillow at him.

"You jerk, hand it here. I'm starving." Lily reached her arm forward to grab the frogs and the flowers but James stepped back, smiling, getting out of Lily's reach.

"Who says I want to share? Padfoot gave it to me, not you."

"Potter, did you know you bite your lip when you're lying? You're doing it right now. Now give me the chocolate!" Lily got up and held her palm out.

"You know what? I think the picture of the flowers, the one your mum gave you, needs to be titled to the right. What do you think?"

"Oh, no you don't! You can't change the subject like that!" James smirked, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh really? I think I just did and you know what? I'm think I'm going to do it again." And he walked up to her and kissed her. Her arms automatically wrapped around him, and he pulled her closer, leaving no space between their bodies. Their lips molded perfectly together and just as it was getting serious, Lily pulled back and asked, "Where would we be if we didn't argue all the time?"

AN: So much easier to write a one-shot than writing a 5 paragraph analytical essay on Frankenstein or Hamlet in AP Lit.