A/N: Hey everyone(if anyone's actually reading this)!

This is my very first attempt at HP fanfiction, but I am actually very happy with this one. Much of this was infuenced by Zays, and her fic "Love". She really is quite amazing, and I suggest you go read her stuff. :D I know this is short, but please, enjoy.

-Vivian

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I'm going to kill Alice Prewett.

This is the third time this week that Alice has approached me, only to lecture me about how I'm "in denial about my love for James, and that one day we are going to get married and be the dream team and have little children that will become superheroes or something, and then there will be a book series about our children's life stories".

She really is a smart girl, but Alice is crap when it comes to romance. She has been bombarding me with these theories since we found out that James and I were head boy and girl. Besides the one above, there is also the ever-popular "James is secretly a sparkly vampire and you are in love with him and he wants to eat you" theory (teen fiction novels are responsible for that one).

I am Lily Evans for Merlin's sake, and I am in charge of my emotions! I will not believe this rubbish, especially when there is proof against it! And for the record, to tell Alice later, I will list the proof against my so-called "passionate love for James Potter".

He has these big, haunting, hazel eyes that are far too capable of searching my soul than I would like, and are much too easy to get lost in. Not to mention that they're the reason I can't sleep at night.

He has these muscular quidditch arms and shoulders, and they always have to be there. They can't just disappear for a couple of seconds and make him look less attractive, causing fewer girls to flock over to him. No. They can't.

And his stupid hair! I can't find a reason right now, but it's just bloody stupid!

And for his personality, he's not really my type. I'm not so sure if I actually have a type, but still.

I would like someone really considerate. All James has ever done is carry me to the head's lavatory that time I got drunk and held my hair up while I vomited and never mentioned it again out of politeness. Oh, and those two weeks where he let me cry on his shoulder when I caught my boyfriend's hands up Patricia Nottingham's skirt. No, not considerate.

James Potter and I have grown to be really great friends this year. But that's it. Friends. He's become much less of a nuisance, but aren't all teenage guys arses at one point or another? Sure, he's changed. A lot. But that doesn't mean I love him, let alone like him in that way.

So, you see? I, Lily Potter, will not stand for this. Alice has gone-did I just call myself Lily Potter? No, no, it was just two conflicting subjects in my head that got jumbled up together...Forget it...

If I was really so in love with James, I would be making a fuss about him and wouldn't be able to sleep because of him, and-dammit.

I am head-over-heels in love with James Potter.

Damn.

But I really do doubt he is a vampire.

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A/N: R&R!!

xD