Title: Stalker much?
Summary: "I'm not a stalker!"
Author: xxpiratexx
Disclaimer: If I was JKR, I'd be spending my money, not writing.
A/N: I know it's short. Forgive me?
"Lily?"
"Yes, James?" I snuggled closer to the one I loved, as it was cold outside.
"Today's the one-year anniversary of the day you admitted you loved me."
"…whoa, James. I thought girls were the ones who remembered those events and their exact dates."
He flushed slightly, the color of his cheeks almost identical to that of my hair.
"Well, anyways…" he said, trying to change the subject, but failing miserably. He searched for a topic, and then after a few moments of silence, his eyes grew wide with…accusation? "HEY! You're wearing the exact same outfit you wore on that day! With the…green shirt and the…jeans…even your HAIR is the same!"
"Should I be scared that you know what 'skinny jeans' are called?" I asked, while at the same time cleverly raising an eyebrow, which clearly said, in body-language-ese, "Stalker much?"
"I'm not a stalker!" James burst out.
"Sure you aren't. Sure…" I twirled a strand of said red hair around my fingers.
"Well, I'm not." He said, sounding rather like a child caught with a cookie in his mouth denying that he'd taken a cookie.
I was more flattered than creeped out by his stalker-ness, so I let it go with just ONE taunting whisper. "Sure, James. Sure…"