A/N: OKAY... Well, this is my response to Allicat9's challenge.

My person: James Sirius Potter.

My quote: One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.

Number of words: 714.

This is for you, Kitty/Allicat9!

It was hard, you know. Being James Sirius Potter.

He was popolaur, true. And handsome. Not to mention rich. Plus, his father made the Dark Lord disappear. It didn't hurt that girls were always fawning all over him.

Why would that be hard, you ask?

It was simple. The only one he liked wasn't interested.

Yes... not interested in James Potter. Most don't believe it. But she's special.

Sometimes he blamed his namesake. James Potter Senior was crazy about Lily Evans, who wasn't interested.

This one wasn't much like Lily, though. She was special, as I said before.

She wasn't much of a book person. She was smart, true, but it was more of a lazy, just-scribbled-whatever-came-to-mind-on-the-parchment smart. She was snarky and sarcastic, unlike the other three children of Luna and Neville Longbottom. He admired for her different-ness, even though Alice, Lysan, and Lorcan didn't. They were always a bit ashamed of their sister, even though she was the oldest, and lots of people tended to like her. Who wouldn't?

She was gorgeous. Long blond hair, light and dirty at the same time. James didn't know how it was possible, but if anyone could do it, it was Liana Longbottom.

She had strange eyes. Blue-gray, with a touch of her fathers brown. They kind of hooked James to the ground, those eyes did. The lovely look in them, they way the seemed to harden when she got mad.

And her body.

And James could see her know, walking out of a classroom. James realized it was Charms. He was rubbish at Charms. It would be hard to think of a away to start this conversation. Then he thought of the perfect way.

James shook himself, and let the spirit of James Potter Number One take over him.

"Hey, Longbottom!" he called.

"What?" she snapped, turning away from him.

James walked closer to her.

"Go out with me?"

"No," she said instantly.

"Why not?"

She shrugged. "I don't feel like it, that's why."

"That's why not, you mean."

"I hate you. Shut up."

"When will you?"

"What?"

"When will you go on a date with me?" James asked.

"Two thousand and never," she said, putting her hair in a ponytail.

"When will that be? And take your hair out, I like it down."

"One, it's not your hair. Two, when your mum was born."

"What happened when my mum was born?" James asked.

"I would go out with you."

"My mum was born in the 1900s."

"How nice."

James found a loophole. It was his Weasley genes.

"What if I took a time turner, and we wet back in time to when-"

"Nice try, but our parents smashed the entire stock of time turners at the Ministry."

"They didn't get anymore?"

"Do you know how expensive those things are?"

"Well, what if we built one?"

"No."

"No, it would be really easy," James said, sounding sure of himself. "We could just... take some sand, right? And then... put it in a glass. Then, we could just tie some-"

"No."

"Oh, alright. Go out with me anyway?"

"No."

James sighed as she walked away. He remembered what his father had told him when he had complained about Liana not liking him. His dad had got a pained look in his eyes, bent down, and said, "One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching."

And as James Sirius Potter watched Liana Longbottom walk down the hall, he made a vow to himself.

I will make my life worth watching. I will get Liana.

And I'll make sure she'll want to watch it too.

A/N: Review, please! Here, I'll even say it in Hebrew. Review (I don't know the word), bevakasha!