You all know the story.

Boy meets girl.

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.

Girl like boy.

Boy like girl.

They get married.

Happy Ending.

Actually, it goes a bit more like this:

Boy meets girl.

Girl likes boy.

Boy hates girl.

Girl hates boy.

Boy loved girl.

Girl get drunk.

Boy get drunk.

Girl get pregnant.

Boy proposes.

Girl says yes.

Boy falls in love...

WITH THE WRONG GIRL:

His future wife.

Girl.

Meet girl: Lily Evans. Long red hair, to die for figure, long, lean legs, dark black lashes (in no need of mascara), narrow hips, the perfect eye color (emerald green), and to top it all off, smarts and popularity. Everyone loves Lily Evans. She's friends with everyone... Including me.

Meet boy: James Potter. Messy black hair, rippling muscles, six foot 3, to die for hazel eyes, cocky smile, broad shoulders, amazing pecks, amazing pranking abilities, high cheekbones, and amazing friends. James Potter is everyone's idea of perfect.

I remember every conversation we've ever had:

"What kind of flowers does Lily like?"

I looked up, startled, to see James Potter talking to me. "Um, Lily doesn't like flowers." I lied.

"Really?" He looked so disappointed. I almost regretted lying to him... Almost. "She seemed to like Diggory's just fine."

I swallowed hard. "She was pretending." I fibbed.

"Oh." He looked so depressed, I had to say something.

"But she likes Honeydukes chocolate."

He brightened immediately. "Thanks!"

And there was that time in Transfiguration...

"You have a quill I could use?" I jumped, and turned to see the sheepish smile of James Potter. I melted.

"Yes." I said, and ruffled through my things to find the only quill I had was in my hand. I handed it to him. "Here."

"Thanks."

I went quill-less for the rest of the lesson, but it was worth it.

How could Fate have messed up so horribly? James and I... I thought... I hate alcohol. It is making Lily and James get married due to their baby.

And I'm sitting here, watching Lily run around frantically. Laughing, screaming, crying... She's a whirlwind of emotions. I thought I was her friend, but now that she's got something with her, she doesn't think about me over here.

Meet me: Brown hair. Mud brown eyes. Long eyelashes. Pale skin. Good smile. Nice laugh. Quiet.

I'm no Lily Evans.

I'm in the corner,

Watching you kiss her

O-oh

I'm right over here

Why can't you see me?

O-oh

I'm giving it my all,

But I'm not the one you're talking home!

Oo-oh!

I keep dancin' on my own.

(I keep dancin' on my own)

What a bad song to think of right now.

No one would notice if I fell asleep and died. No one would notice if I never showed up to class. James wouldn't care. He's too busy stuck in his love bubble. Who was I kidding? Like James would ever give me a second glance.

Girl loves boy.

Boy loves girl.

My heart shatters.

I turned on my side miserably. Lily doesn't notice. No one does. I hate her.