James sat in the kitchen, listening to his mother and father play with Lily and Albus. He wondered what made them so damn special.
While Teddy was the oldest child that lived here, he wasn't really a part of the family. He was just dumped on them because his parents were gone. Gone where, though, James hadn't the faintest idea. Still, it was like James was the middle child, and, being two years older than Al and four older then Lily, he hated it. He was older- the oldest of the Potter children, because Teddy was a Lupin.
Why couldn't he have gone to Grandma Andy? Would've made James' life that much easier. Teddy was two years older than him, and anything special or unique or cool or wonderful he had already done. Teddy had set the standard, despite being the adopted child.
James figured he'd have to point this fact out to him later.
He heard Lily's light laugh from the living room, and slumped down lower in the chair. He didn't want to hear her, or Al, or Teddy- because he was there, too- or his parents. They all had fun without him. He blinked, looking down, but sat up when his name was called. They were going to play with him, too?
All his previous thoughts left when he was met with his mother's smile.
I don't know. It seems rushed, but not so much at the same time. A child's thought process would be rushed like that, yes? Sort of abrupt? Review, and let me know.