A/N: Here's the second chapter… please excuse the randomness. I was very hyper when I wrote a lot of it. It's kind of supposed to be random. And thanks again to Ainsley!
August 24, 1976
Hello. I have no idea why the hell I'm writing in this diary right now. I think diaries are dumb. Wait. "Diary" sounds really girly. I'm going to call it a journal. Even though it is a diary. But anyway, something made me dig this out of my desk drawers…
Oh! Now I remember what it was! I was going to use this as a place to talk about Lily. All of my friends, even Sirius, are sick of hearing about her. And sick of me saying that I'll eventually get her to go out with me. Who is Lily, you may ask? Lily is only the most incredible girl in the world, with her—this is really stupid. I think I should try writing something meaningful. I can save the unmeaningful stuff for later. Like for when I'm talking to Sirius.
No! That's what I just said I wasn't going to do! Is unmeaningful even a word?
This is turning out to be a huge failure. Let me tell you about my day. It was very interesting, I suppose. Don't expect me to tell you about every day. Only ones that involve Lily.
Today we went over to Megan's house. I thought Lily might be there, so I asked to come. Lily was there, and when she asked me what I was doing there, which was after she refused to go out with me, I said we had practically burned the house down trying to bake cookies. Yeah, right. I've never baked cookies in my life! If I ever tried, maybe that would happen. But anyway... God, she is so beautiful! She has the most incredible green eyes and—okay, I'll stop now. Because even if it is a place to obsess about Lily, I should probably finish my story first. We ended up going swimming. And Lily was wearing a green bikini. Which made her even more pretty. And then Sirius chased them off by trying to get all of them to go skinny dipping with us.
Wow. I just read over what I wrote, and I've decided that I'd rather talk to my friends (even if they don't want to hear it) than sound incredibly stupid in this diary.
I shut the diary, and Sirius looked quizzically at me. "What the hell were you doing, mate?" Sirius asked.
"Writing in my di—journal, what did it look like?"
"Why were you writing in a diary?"
"It's a journal. And I was writing it in because I felt like it," I replied.
"I want to see what you wrote," Sirius said.
"No. The whole point of a journal is to write stuff down so no one else can see it," I told him.
"But I'm your best friend!" he argued. "Don't best friends share everything with each other?"
"No."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because you'd make fun of me."
"Too bad," he said, snatching the diary from in front of me before I could stop him. He skimmed at it and looked at me as if he was concerned about my mental health.
"Prongs mate," he said, "This is the biggest piece of bullshit I have ever read."
"Sirius!" I exclaimed. "That's horrible! I thought it was quite profound."
Sirius snorted. "No, you didn't," he said replied. "It says right here you think it was stupid." He pointed at a part in the journal.
"I'm the only who is allowed to insult my writing, Padfoot," I informed him. "You have to say that it is incredibly wonderful. Even if it is terrible."
"Whatever," Sirius said. "I'm going to take this diary—oh, my mistake, journal—away from you and use it myself. I think I could make much better use of it."
"It's mine!"
"Well, it's obvious that you're not making good use of it."
"But it's still mine!"
"Come on, Jamsie! Let me have it!" Sirius begged.
"Don't call me Jamsie! And what are you going to do with it that's so great?" I asked.
"I'm going to write wonderfully insightful things," Sirius said.
I was about to reply, but I heard a snort from the doorway. "Sorry, Sirius, but I don't think that's possible."
We both turned around to see our other friend, Remus Lupin. "Hey Remus," Sirius said. "I had no idea you were coming. Look at—"
I snatched the journal out of Sirius's hand. "Shut up, Sirius!"
"Look at what?" Remus wanted to know.
"Nothing!" I yelled. "Absolutely nothing! Isn't that right Sirius?"
"James started a diary," he said, taking it away from me again. "Here, read it."
"I don't appreciate my JOURNAL becoming public property," I said. "I think you give it back."
But it was too late. Remus was already reading it and laughing.
"Wow. That was interesting," Remus said, trying to stop laughing.
I grunted. "I'm going to bed now. Good night," I said, turning away from them and closing my eyes. I had no intention of sleeping, but I hoped it would get them to leave me alone.
"James, it's only eight thirty," Remus pointed out."
"I don't care. I'm tired."
"Whatever you say, mate," Sirius said.
Apparently I was more tired than I thought; I fell asleep less than an hour later.
And what do you know? When I woke up, Sirius was writing in the journal. Luckily, he went out of the room before he realized I was awake, so I snatched it up when as soon as he left.
I read what Sirius had written and snorted. And he thought what I had written was stupid, I thought.
August 25, 1976
I've decided that James is completely mad. He doesn't know what to write about in a diary. And he's totally random.
I took this book from James so I can blackmail him. And even if he does pay me, I think I'll give it to Lily anyway. But then why am I writing in it? Lily will certainly show it to Mara, who is, by the way, even more beautiful than Lily (who I have to admit, is really attractive, especially in a bikini. James is right). For some reason, I ended up writing in it. Am I crazy? And although James thinks "diary" is a girly word, I think it's better than journal. "Journal" sounds really ugly.
Since James seems totally incapable of telling about his day without becoming sidetracked by Lily, I am going to show that I can stay very focused and write about what happened yesterday.
You know what I just realized? "Llama" is a weird word. Why does it have two l's? Maybe llamas are trying to take over the world! I should definitely watch out. What if I'm walking through the countryside, minding my own business, and all of a sudden, llamas come and try to eat me?
I guess I should just run away as fast as I can. Yes, that's a good idea.
Wait—I'm supposed to be staying on topic! So back to what happened today.
We went over to Megan's house. And Mara was wearing a bikini too. She is the most magnificent thing I have ever laid eyes on, I swear to God. She has the brown hair and blue eyes. And she's pretty tall. And good at Quidditch, which is a plus, because we're on the team together.
That doesn't make her sound very pretty, huh? Oh, well. Just try to believe me.
Back to our day! We went over to Megan's house. James apparently told them we baked cookies and almost burned the house down, so his parents insisted that we come along. I wonder where the hell he got that from… we wanted to go. I suppose he's just too big of a coward to admit that.
I tried to get the girls to go skinny dipping with me. Too bad they all ran away… I actually thought I had a chance.
Now I definitely shouldn't blackmail James with this.
I snorted once I finished reading it. Just as I shut it, Sirius came into the room. "Why are you reading my diary?" he demanded.
"It's not your diary!" I exclaimed. "It's my diary. Journal. Why did you take my journal?"
"Because you weren't using it right!" he replied.
"Shut up, you two! I'm trying to sleep!" Remus moaned from under his covers.
We resumed our arguments in a whisper, and Remus sighed, rolling over and putting the pillow over his head.
The next day, the three of us went to Diagon Alley and got our school supplies. I was Head Boy this year, and I suspected that Lily was Head Girl. It wasn't that big of a deal to me, though; it seemed like it would be a huge responsibility, but a lot of fun as well.
Think about it—you get a whole dorm to yourself with Lily Evans! I thought. I grinned, which caused Sirius and Remus to look at me really strangely.
"Sorry," I said. They looked at each other and said nothing.
The summer seemed to end too fast. As much as I loved Hogwarts, I loved being at home too. And this was the last year I was going to Hogwarts.
August 31, 1976
Wow. It's my last year at Hogwarts. And I'm Head Boy! I suspect Lily's Head Girl. So I'll get to see her all the time. And we'll share a dorm. We'll probably have different bedrooms, but one can always hope…
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it… I certainly enjoyed writing this chapter! The next one should be coming soon!
