A/N: This is just a short little JamesxLily drabble I randomly thought up because I didn't want to write my English paper. It will take you just a minute to read it if you choose. If you like it, leave a review. If you don't, tell me what I should do better. Or, you could simply ignore it. Whatever you wish.
Disclaimer: James and Lily are not my characters. Although according to my good friend Emily, there is a certain boy who is the "James to my Lily." We'll see.
"Hey there Evans. Looking gorgeous today." James Potter had once again deemed it necessary to make a flirtatious and slightly demeaning comment to Lily Evans, the object of his undying and rather obsessive affection, concerning her physical features. As usual, she merely raised her eyebrows skeptically in reply.
Following tradition, James followed her down the hall in search of a response to his acknowledgement of her. "So? Aren't I looking sexy today?"
"No, Potter."
"Handsome?"
"No."
"Cute?"
"No."
"Passable?"
"No."
"Better looking than yesterday?"
She turned to him and scrunched her face up, considering. "Turn around," she commanded, twirling her finger, in case he didn't understand her words. He wasn't very smart outside of the Transfiguration classroom.
He twirled around on his foot, putting his hands on his hips as he posed at the end of his full circle. He greatly resembled a model, causing his friends to make a lot of loud coughing sounds behind him. If it weren't for his unhealthy infatuation with Lily Evans they would swear he was going to come out of the closet any day now.
Lily had finished her analysis, and reported the results: "It's close. But today your hair is messier than normal, so no."
"My messy hair isn't adorable in a sexy way?"
"No. It's actually quite a turn-off."
At this point, James fell dramatically on his knees, and grabbing her hand, exclaimed loudly: "You must give me something, Lily-flower!"
Twisting her hand out of his grip, she walked away as fast as she could, but not before saying, "You, James Potter, are the biggest dork I've ever met."
He watched her wistfully as she walked away. Then, standing up and brushing the dirt from the ground off of his robes, turned back to his friends. "She so digs me."
They just rolled their eyes, knowing that the exact same conversation would take place between the same two people in twenty-four hours' time. It had become a part of their daily routine, and at this point they had nothing left to do but nod at their lovestruck friend, saying: "Yep. She totally does, mate."
A/N: I know it wasn't exactly very good, but I wrote it in about fifteen minutes. It sounds really American too…I'm sorry, I can't help it, it's the way I talk. It's a little bit based on real life. Anyways, R&R.