Disclaimer: everything except the concept belongs to J.K. Rowling. Yey for
her.
Now read, my pretties, read. This is a short taster chapter, the rest (if I write them) will not be in this style and will PROBABLY not be this. naughty.
Chapter one
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think straight. I'm losing my mind, and it's all his fault. I mean, it's not like I'm some little groupie chick, only in it cause 'oh my god, they're just like sooo creative, man'. I do actually care. Yeah, the lyrics are thought provoking. Yeah, they know how to handle their instruments. Yeah, they have great stage presence. But when they're up there, all I can think of is. well, you know. That. And I don't like it. I've never felt this strongly about someone before. I'm not in love, that's the only thing I'm certain of. It's just a raw, animal attraction. I want him. When he's up there on stage, screaming girls at the mercy of every note, hum and whistle that escapes his guitar strings, sweaty from the effort. that's what gets me. Every single time. It sends shivers down my spine, creates an aching somewhere below my belly button, all I can think of is what it would feel like for him to- Yeah. The problem is, he'll never notice me. His best friend has though. He waves to me from the stage. In term time he asks for help on his charms work, and offers assistance when he sees me playing quidditch. He doesn't get that I don't want his help. He can't understand that we're playing for fun, the girls and I don't care which team wins. Half the time we don't even know who's playing who anyway. Sirius gets it though. And that makes me want him more. But the more I try, the less he responds, until one day he won't even look me in the eye. It's because he's so loyal to James, you see. They've been best friends since they were knee-high to a broomstick. We're going into sixth year now; it's rather scary. I can't wait until school starts, and there are less of these gigs to go to, because then I won't feel so. rambunctious. Alright, maybe I will, but not to this degree. And perhaps I'll be able to get over it, or at least get used to it, so I can go on with my life. Don't even suggest that perhaps I could just not go to the gigs because. I couldn't. Emily is going out with Remus, so naturally she has to go, and as her stylist, romantic advisor and all around best friend, I have to go too. Besides, I think James' feelings would be a little hurt if I didn't go. And I'd just be imagining Sirius up there anyway; his sexy brown eyes flickering over the audience from under that mop of soft hair. see? I'm doing it again. I have to stop. I can't keep telling you this. Actually, perhaps I should auction this tape off at one of those amateur porn festival things I've heard about. Remus was telling Emily and I just the other day of how the boys had gone to one. I was disturbed by the tales. but at the same time, picturing visiting one with Sirius. It all got a bit erotic and I had to excuse myself to have a shower. And even though this tape is magically bonded so that only I can rewind and listen to it, it's still rather dangerous, I'm sure someone will know how to break the charm. so that's it. How do I end this announcement? Oh right: Lily out.
Now read, my pretties, read. This is a short taster chapter, the rest (if I write them) will not be in this style and will PROBABLY not be this. naughty.
Chapter one
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think straight. I'm losing my mind, and it's all his fault. I mean, it's not like I'm some little groupie chick, only in it cause 'oh my god, they're just like sooo creative, man'. I do actually care. Yeah, the lyrics are thought provoking. Yeah, they know how to handle their instruments. Yeah, they have great stage presence. But when they're up there, all I can think of is. well, you know. That. And I don't like it. I've never felt this strongly about someone before. I'm not in love, that's the only thing I'm certain of. It's just a raw, animal attraction. I want him. When he's up there on stage, screaming girls at the mercy of every note, hum and whistle that escapes his guitar strings, sweaty from the effort. that's what gets me. Every single time. It sends shivers down my spine, creates an aching somewhere below my belly button, all I can think of is what it would feel like for him to- Yeah. The problem is, he'll never notice me. His best friend has though. He waves to me from the stage. In term time he asks for help on his charms work, and offers assistance when he sees me playing quidditch. He doesn't get that I don't want his help. He can't understand that we're playing for fun, the girls and I don't care which team wins. Half the time we don't even know who's playing who anyway. Sirius gets it though. And that makes me want him more. But the more I try, the less he responds, until one day he won't even look me in the eye. It's because he's so loyal to James, you see. They've been best friends since they were knee-high to a broomstick. We're going into sixth year now; it's rather scary. I can't wait until school starts, and there are less of these gigs to go to, because then I won't feel so. rambunctious. Alright, maybe I will, but not to this degree. And perhaps I'll be able to get over it, or at least get used to it, so I can go on with my life. Don't even suggest that perhaps I could just not go to the gigs because. I couldn't. Emily is going out with Remus, so naturally she has to go, and as her stylist, romantic advisor and all around best friend, I have to go too. Besides, I think James' feelings would be a little hurt if I didn't go. And I'd just be imagining Sirius up there anyway; his sexy brown eyes flickering over the audience from under that mop of soft hair. see? I'm doing it again. I have to stop. I can't keep telling you this. Actually, perhaps I should auction this tape off at one of those amateur porn festival things I've heard about. Remus was telling Emily and I just the other day of how the boys had gone to one. I was disturbed by the tales. but at the same time, picturing visiting one with Sirius. It all got a bit erotic and I had to excuse myself to have a shower. And even though this tape is magically bonded so that only I can rewind and listen to it, it's still rather dangerous, I'm sure someone will know how to break the charm. so that's it. How do I end this announcement? Oh right: Lily out.