NOTE: I am not quite happy with this story yet, so I will be going back to touch it up a bit. It should be pretty minor- no major point turns to the plot. If anything does change, I'll send a note up. For now, enjoy!
NOTE #2: As I said, I'm not happy with this story- I don't think I'm up to it yet. I also don't like to go back and change work I've done in the past. I WILL finish up! But, if you like this story idea and would like to give it a try- please read the note at the bottom of Ch. 4 for more details.
NOTE #3: I've no idea how I forgot a disclaimer... I hereby acknowledge that any and all characters in this story are the property of JK Rowling, unless otherwise stated.
Ch. 1
James' P.O.V.
"Jamie and Lily sitting in a tree," started Sirius obnoxiously, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
I cracked an eye open to glare at him. I'm trying to sleep here! Besides, I don't like Evans. In fact, I hate her. Okay, not hate- I'm too nice of a bloke for that. But I really dislike her- to about the same degree she detests me. How my supposedly best- friend- the one who knows me as well as I know myself- doesn't catch that, I've no clue.
"Awwww… Look Remus- Jamesie's blushing!!"
I turned redder. And most definitely NOT in a blushing way. I was flat- out annoyed.
"Shut up!"
"Oh- is Jamie getting defensive about his girl?"
"No! You know I don't like Evans! She's stiff and cold and a total know- it- all- I mean, she glares daggers at anyone who comes within four feet of her!"
"Is that what she does to you, James? How does it make you feel?"asked Sirius, comically adopting the tone of a psycho- wizard. He frowned, suddenly serious. "You know, James, you really shouldn't judge her on appearances…"
"What are you talking about?!"
Sirius grinned. "Well, you said she was stiff. You're too young to think about how flexible she is anyways…"
I groaned. That's Sirius for you. He'd turn anything you say into something… twisted. Of course, you had to be just as twisted to understand what he meant. Soon, the two of us were laughing (over what exactly, I've no idea), and Remus was sporting a grin quite similar to Sirius's earlier one.
Next Day- Normal P.O.V.
Severus and Lily were the only ones answering questions for Slughorn, who was praising their Potions skills yet again. They were both wearing smug smiles. James, sitting at the back with the rest of the Marauders, rolled his eyes as Lily answered another question. He watched moodily as she recited something about how potions read a person's character to give a certain taste when James felt a piece of parchment poke at his arm. He looked down to see a note written in Sirius's messy scrawl.
Stop drooling- you look like a lovesick puppy.
He decided the note wasn't worth bothering to answer. James' eyes flicked between Lily and Severus for the rest of class.
At the Great Hall for lunch…
"Honestly James, you really did look like a lovesick puppy." Sirius was talking in between each inhalation of food.
"It's called looking disgusted," James argued, also speaking between huge bites.
"Well, the look was certainly disgusting."
"You know, James, it really did look like you were staring…" Remus said thoughtfully. He was eating at a much slower pace.
"I was glaring. Glaring- not staring."
"Then I recommend you don't 'glare' at any of the guys. James, why can't you be honest about it and just admit it? It'd make things a lot easier."
"Admit what? That I like her? I don't!"
"James…" Sirius said in warning.
"No!"
They ate in silence for the rest of lunch, except for some small talk between Remus and Peter.
James decided to bring food up to the dorms for dinner. Thoughts filled his mind as he ate alone on his bed.
Why did Sirius and Remus think that he liked Lily? Did they really think he was lying?
A bite of mashed potatoes and gravy.
But he's never lied to them. He wouldn't lie over a girl either. In fact, he usually shared his interactions with girls over dinner.
Some treacle tart.
Did he really look like a love- sick puppy? Sirius could usually tell when he was feeling moody or annoyed.
Several bites off a turkey drumstick.
How could he think it was something else besides a glare?
Needless to say, James didn't sleep well that night. He should have though, because the next day he would have to deal with a whole lot worse.
