One shot
I own nothing
Here it is
Almost here…
I kissed him, he forgets me.
I'm just a side show, he doesn't love me
But all those nights when it's just me and him
He says- I love you moony.
But I know he is lying.
Because he is a player.
Sirius black is a player.
And he doesn't care about me.
He doesn't talk to me for long periods of time
If I don't let him share my bed.
If I don't warm him up.
Because Sirius black hates the cold.
Well who cares about Remus Lupin?
The silly nerd
The back-up friend
I'm almost as bad as peter.
And that's saying something seeing as how we treat peter.
I thought we were soul mates.
But you can never love a player.
Oh look,
Here he comes.
With his perfect body and sexy hair
The way he looks at me like that with his puppy dog eyes.
I just want to hold him forever.
But then I remember,
He is a player.
But here he comes.
And he kisses me
And asks what I'm doing.
I say "nothin. just writing"
He says ok, kisses me again, and goes to his bed.
Then he says sexily "It gets cold around 11. See… or feel you then.
I sigh.
I might as well give in to him.
I guess I have no choice.
And unless he changes,
It'll stay this way-
I love Sirius Black
And for now-that's ok.
Review my lovelies.