A/N:

Yes, yes, I'm in the middle of Nutshells, but this idea came to me and I just couldn't get rid of it. So let me introduce So Wrong, It's Right: A collection of Lily/James drabbles, ranging from regular to slightly (or maybe very) AU. Some are angsty, but most are just deep and...well, romantic. Based on the most awesome album in the world done by my favorite band All Time Low. Each drabble is modeled after a song.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

They're not song fics, but I do strongly advise you to listen to the song while you read, because it creates the mood.

Review, please.

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Song:

THIS IS HOW WE DO

::All Time Low::

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The Marauders.

Look at them, walking down the hallway like they're all that.

But I sure have to give them credit. They know how to live.

They live life to the fullest. They'll party, they'll drink, but they'll have fun with it and goof off whenever necessary, whenever unnecessary. They enjoy themselves.

And here I am, sitting in the cold library while they're heating up the Gryffindor common room after the Quidditch game. There's bound to be a drinking game, maybe a couple lusty misplaced make-out sessions. But they'll be loving life. And what am I doing? Studying arithmancy, for Merlin's sake.

The Marauders. They win every game, they spice up every moment, they brighten up any place. They're the heart and soul of fun. Sometimes I even find myself, against all my principles, wishing I could just let free, loosen up, and dance to the beat like they do.

Wait. What's he doing here?

The unquestionable leader of the gang is right there, staring at me with his hazel and gold-flecked eyes behind those spectacles of his.

He's so...frustrating. Horrible. Arrogant. Fun. Enchanting.

There's a smirk on his face, and it slowly turns into a grin. He's heading over here.

My book closes with a snap and my head is tilted up by a hand that's not mine. We're enemies, we're lovers, we're haters; but whatever we are right now, I know it's something positive as I stare into his hazel eyes.

It's so wrong, it's right.

"There's a party, as I'm sure you know," he chuckles as his finger traces my jaw line. I nod nearly imperceptibly and the smile is already beginning to form on my face.

I need life. I need to live. And I need it right now.

I let him take me by the hand. We'll go to the Gryffindor common room. I might get smashed, I might dance around like the world isn't watching, I might make an utter fool of myself by the end of tonight- but it'll all be worth it.

He's going to help me live, whether it's through our fights or our silent agreements, whether it's through spur-of-the-moment happenings like this. I savor every ounce of life I can get, and if he's going to help me, I'm going to let him.

We're in the common room. He hands me a glass of surely tainted Butterbeer. And without a care in the world, influenced by the catchy mood in the air, I gulp down the entire glass and grin like there's no tomorrow.

It's his job, it's the Marauders' job, to make people feel like this.

Even Lily Evans is no exception to the task.

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A/N:

And there we go! The very first one.

Review, it's all I ask of you.

-.x.