I own nothing in this story. The characters and everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Damn that Evans girl. Damn her to the deepest pit of Hell. I've been Prongs' best mate since I was 11, that's 6 bloody years! I've been with James through everything. He's been my brother since Reg never was.
Now he spends all his free time with that thing. He's forgotten about me. He's forgotten about Moony and Wormtail too. But more importantly he's forgotten about me! How the bloody hell do you forget about Sirius Black? Padfoot? The heartthrob of Hogwarts, the most beautiful and sexy man to ever live. But does Prongsy see that? No. All he sees is that red-headed bitch, Lily Evans.
What's so great about her anyway? Her hair looks like a fire. I prefer brown hair, untidy, messy, brown hair. Her eyes are one of the Slytherin colors. I prefer hazel eyes, hazel eyes covered by a pair of glasses. And she's so prissy. I prefer fun loving, prankster, Quidditch players. Lily Evans is not attractive at all.
She's taking away all my quality Prongsy time. Sure I can have fun with Moony and Wormtail, but it's not the same without Prongs. He was the leader. He kept us all together. He gave us brilliant ideas.
I don't know what's wrong with me right now. I asked Moony what all this means and he's thinks I'm in love with Prongs. Can you imagine that? Sirius Black, fancying blokes? Well then again, his eyes do look quite beautiful in the sunlight. Ugh, what am I saying? Get yourself together, Padfoot and confront him. Ask him what's so special about that damned Evans?"She's got nothing on you, Padfoot," he'll say. Then we'll snog our arses off. Wait, what?
*I know it's not that good, I'm a beginner at writing fanfiction so I'm very great. I'm better at writing stories that AREN'T fanfiction, but my friends suggested I show what I have written.*