A/N: A little L/J ficlet. Kinda strange, kinda cute, kinda like a parody… but mostly, kinda short. So I decided that it didn't deserve to be a story of its own, and instead must be here, in my collection of its own kind.
Disclaimer: No. (Hopefully this disclaimer will be enough for the entire collection. They're so hard to make interesting!)
Green Like Me
Not to be clichéd or anything, but he liked to watch her.
…Actually, he liked watching a lot of things - she was just a nicer version of it all.
He watched her eat (goodlordthatisoneluckybrusselsproutscrambledeggblueberrymuffin), he watched her work (goodlordthatisoneluckyquilloneluckyfootofparchment), he watched her walk to class (goodlordthatisonedamnluckypairofshoes), and in his dreams, he watched himself watching her… (goodlordthatisoneluckyshowerspout).
God forbid anyone all him, you know, obsessed.
Today, he watched her walk to class and marveled at her eyes. Green like… no he refused to call them emeralds, because that was what everyone else called them. And eyes like those deserved more than just one description. Especially from someone as learned and brilliant as himself.
Her eyes were green… green like frozen peas floating in a sea of jelly-like substance. No, that wasn't quite it. Green, like a clump of fertilized grass (of the dog pee variety, of course). No, that one didn't have such a good ring to it. Green… like that little inchworm crawling up his arm…
"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
He watched as everyone in the vicinity turned from their previous activity and stared at him (geezthesepeoplereallyneedtogetliveslikeme).
"What?"
He'd stick with emerald eyes… for now.
As she turned towards him, he watched the little hearts dancing in front of his eyes, and decided to suavely lean back against the column behind him depicting the 1743 attack of the munching grimsporgs (justcrossmyarmsandputonthatirresistiblesmileofmine)…
THUMP
"OUCH!"
Whoops. Wrong corridor. That particular column was two floors down. Darn it.
"Are you… alright?"
Oh. Well, he could compromise (whatcanisayimaverysensibleflexibleperson).
He looked up at her from the ground with a charming smile he knew she could help but fall for.
"Why yes, Lily, my darling sweetness, it's quite nice here."
And really, this seemed like the opportune time to grab her ankle. Merlin knew when he'd have another chance like this…
(waitaseconddarlingyoumightwannarethinkthepositionofthatfootofyours…)
"OOF! OWWWW…."
And as he lay there in a fetal position moaning in anguish as onlookers gathered around as spectators to this not uncommon sight, James Potter knew he was in love (iminlove).