Sorry that I was sooo long updating, but it was back to school and there was so much homework. I mean, teachers just don't seem to appreciate that I want to spend all my time on the computer, not doing algebra or whatever. Aaaaargh!

Oh, yeah. And my computer had a mid-life crisis…

3rd person POV.

"What kind of loser would choose Mary Shelley over Lily Evans?" Sirius scoffed in disbelief, flipping through his muggle magazine for pictures of muggle women.

Yeah, yeah so I just realised where the name Mary Shelley sprung from. She wrote Frankenstein. Boy, these English lessons must be really getting to me.

"I keep telling you, she came on to me!" James protested.

"Yeah, well from what Evans is saying, you weren't putting up much of a fight!" Sirius pointed out, opening a fold-out poster and whistling through his teeth.

"But…well…I was!...kinda" James protested weakly. Sirius snorted at this feeble excuse. James rolled on his back and sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

"How am I gonna get her to forgive me?" James asked desperately.

"Jeez, I dunno!" Sirius shrugged, "I mean, you're in it really bad. Just get over her."

"I can't!" James explained. "I don't know what it is…she's different, Sirius. Different to all the others." But Sirius wasn't listening. He was engrossed in tearing out the poster and cramming it in his school bag.

Back to Lily Evans…

"Lily? Lily, it's me James."

I rolled my eyes. "Tell him to go away, Ana." I asked.

"Lily says go away!" Ana called dutifully.

"I just want to explain!" James called.

'Just ignore him. He'll go away' Hannah mouthed to me. I nodded. Hey, I was over him. I mean, who needs guys, anyway?

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Hannah was wrong. Half an hour later, James was still outside the door.

"I won't go away until you listen!" he warned.

Fed up with his antics, I decided to sort him out myself.

"Go away Potter and stop stalking me. I have better things to do then yell at you to go away all day. Like…like getting ready for my date!" I improvised triumphantly.

There was a pause from behind the door. "Who with?" James finally asked.

I panicked. I had not been expecting this question. Frantically I blurted out the first name I thought of, "William Gibson!" I blurted.

Sorry, there's something about me and author's names today. I was just looking at my school project which is on my desk. Right here. Anyway…

"Really?" James asked in disbelief, "Not the William Gibson who picks his nose and can't do any spells?"

I gulped, realising what I had got myself into. "Yeah." I replied, "So just...just go away, why don't you?" I didn't really expect James to go, so I was pleasantly surprised when he did.

Back to James, who is in a state of shock at the moment…

"William Gibson…" James repeated for the third time this minute.

"Oh, shut your mouth!" Sirius cried in exasperation.

"Yeah, but him?" James repeated, "William!"

"One more time", Sirius warned, "And I'll mush your face your food. And don't think I won't do it!"

James stared blankly at him. "How do I say sorry and explain, if she won't even listen to me?"

"I don't know!" Sirius cried, "Write her a letter for all I care!"

If this was a cartoon, then a light bulb would appear over James' head right now. "Yeah!" he whispered in awe, "I'll write to her. Over the hols."

Sirius gave him a funny look. "I was joking", he clarified, "You do know that you have to be able to spell to write a letter, don't you?. Or at least buy a spell-check pen from Hogsmeade."

"Uh huh." James nodded.

"Oh God. You must really, really like her, huh? No other girl could ever get James Potter to write a letter. Call the book of records!"

James wasn't listening. He was staring blissfully off into space.