0. Prologue
Shy. Awkward. Totally uncool. I suppose those are the words I'd use to describe myself. Oh, and werewolf. That's a pretty important one. I'm a shy, awkward, totally uncool werewolf. If you think about it, I don't really have much going for me actually. Which is probably why I'm seventeen years old and I've never been kissed. For my friends, this is prime fodder for almost relentless teasing.
Which is perfectly fine from where any of them are standing, except maybe Peter. But James Potter and Sirius Black are two of the most popular boys at Hogwarts. If Hogwarts were the stereotypical American high-school, James and Sirius would be the quarter-backs. I'd play the clarinet. Which kind of raises the question as to why we're friends in the first place. Well it's mostly circumstantial; being forced to share a dormitory with someone for six years nurtures a kind of affinity. And the werewolf thing. Sometimes I think they find it the most interesting thing about me. I mean, it probably is, but it's nice to think that maybe it isn't. I can be funny sometimes, in a totally nerdy, awkward and probably not funny to anyone else kind of way.
Anyway, we've pretty much been best friends since we were first years. James and Sirius are completely inseparable. I feel like if James and Lily Evans ever got together, they'd have to take Sirius along on dates. Okay maybe not that bad, I'm definitely exaggerating. Maybe we'll add annoying to my lengthening list of shortcomings. I suppose I should probably just lay it all on the table because I bet it seems like it can't get much worse. But it definitely can. I'm also in love with Sirius. In the most homosexual way that there is. And by in love, I mean whenever he kisses girls, I think maybe being a werewolf is the best thing that ever happened to me.
On the plus side, I have excellent self-restraint. Which is good because Sirius kisses a lot of girls. So if I didn't bottle up and never address (in the healthiest way possible) any of my emotions, I'd probably (definitely) be in Azkaban. Sirius knows all of this. Not that I've actually ever told him or given him any reason to suspect, and I think I'd rather eat all of my own skin off than do something about it, but deep down I'm sure he knows. He's just living his life a bit before he has to settle down in a serious relationship. I'm completely fine waiting for him. He'd do the same for me if I were attractive enough to catch anyones attention.
In case it hasn't become apparent, my mental state is about as questionable as my sexuality.
