A/N-This one-shot is accompanied by my other one-shot, Confessions of Miss Evans. But you don't have to read that to read this. The format for this one-shot is much different than Confessions of Miss Evans…so…yeah. Review, please!
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Confessions of Mr. Potter
Lily Evans.
The joy of my life. The reason for my living. I could gaze at her lovely, bright emerald eyes all day and not get tired. I could sit with a stupid smile on my face watching her fiery red hair sway to and fro.
One day we'll get married, and have a kid who looks exactly like me. I'll name him James, of course, but my Lily dearest will object and want to name him Jamie. I don't mind. Nope. But if it's a girl, we'll name her Jamesita.
Peter calls me insane.
Remus calls me insane.
Sirius just calls me "…pathetic, Prongs, pathetic…"
Yeah, I don't care.
But I think first I should get her to like me.
Why does she hate me? It's not like I did anything to her. But as Sirius always says, "Girls' minds work differently than ours, Prongs, old lad. Beware." She always seems so angry with me. I mean, whenever I even glance in her direction, her cheeks turn this lovely pinkish color and she yells, "Sod off, Potter!" in a musical tone that makes my heart go all weird.
I've got it bad.
No, beyond bad. Sometimes I even scare myself with my insaneness.
I really have no clue what to do. I want her to like me back, even to maybe just be friends with me, but every time I approach her she curses me into oblivion.
Remus said that I should probably call her Lily instead of Evans, for a start.
I thought girls liked being called by their last name.
Shows how dysfunctional my mind is.
Sigh.
I do care for Evans—I mean Lily. I would never want to see her get hurt. Or anything like that.
I just want to be with her.
Forever.
As of now, though, she pretty much hates my guts.
I'll think of something. Eventually.
And when I do, she won't hate me, she'll love me. Just like I love her.