Okay. I hate people somtimes. Well, not just people, but, you know, 'people'. Urgh, 'people'. I love Alex Carpenter in his sexy hat. It is a sexy hat. Lovely Lily is a great song. I think I've hit a dead end. Oh, no, I hit that when I joined fanfiction. The sad thing is I keep hitting it, in the hope it'll move. Yeah, I'll get on with the story.
James
When Sirus left us for his date, (yes, there is a new girl now) Peter also left to finish homework. On a Satuday! So it was just me and Remus.
Until...
"Hi, Remus. James. Mind if we join you?"
Yes, Lily Evans offering to spend time with me, James Potter. Her free time. I was also amazed. Who can understand women?
"Um, no Rowan?" What am I meant to say?
"No; she has a date." Ahh. Of course, she does. She's a girl. All girls have dates. Girls are complicated. Rowan's complicated. Alice's complicated. Most complicated of all is Lily. I can't understand a single thing she does, anymore.
I can't help but notice how beautiful she is. I mean, I always knew she was pretty. Stunning, even. Those eyes. That hair. Just the sheer colour. But I never saw everything else. The way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed. How little her cute nose was. How soft her lips looked.
The way she bit her nails. And drank her butter-beer. Everything.
When she and Alice go to the toilet, Remus elbows me in the stomach.
"Ow!"
"You're staring at her."
"I can't help it. She looks so..."
"Yeah, yeah. Stop it."
"I can't. I think..."
"What?"
"Never mind. I'll stop." What I thought was, I love Lily Evans. She drove me mad before, simply that she wouldn't be mine. But now...
Arghhh. This was driving me mad.
Sirius
Rowan looked beautiful. As always.
"Hi."
"Hey." She smiles. She doesn't do that enough. Although, I suppose if she smiled too much she'd look like Barbie from Toy Story. Damn Remus for making me watch that. It always makes me cry. No, I can't start crying now! I never should have watched Toy Story!
"Sirius, are you crying?" Oh crap!
"N-no. I was just thinking about Toy Story." She just raises her eyebrows at this. I forgot she would know what that is. She's a muggle-born.
"Really?"
"Never mention this to anyone. If you do, I'll steal your owl!"
"You wouldn't! Not Socks!" Cotton Socks is what her owl is called. Good name for an owl.
"I would!"
"I won't tell anyone! Promise!"
"D'you want to get some lunch?"
"Sure. Come on." After a moment, I realise I'm meant to follow her. I shake my head, laugh, then catch up with her.
Mwoah ha ha ha. Huh? #I'm moving to New York 'cause I've got issues with my sleep#
You're mind's going isn't it?
Yes it it, Steven, yes it is.
And with that, I leave you!