A/N: Only three words to say to you: I AM SORRY.
On with the story! (Was searching for ideas...for a very long time)
Lily's POV
Just after the bloody quiz's finished, (There's no way in the world I'm marrying Potter. The probability is as likely as Black getting a serious girlfriend.) I find out there are more surprises left in this world.
No, not that they say, "Oh, Evans, we're sorry, but this all has been a dream; You can go home."
Not that Sirius Black stands up and sing.
No. It has to be Potter.
Yes, you hear me, Potter. Singing.
He could have passed as a flat tenor, as Remus's groans confirm. Anyways, he's learned the Carpenters' famous Muggle song to 'impress' me.
So much for the millionth impressions.
"And now," Potter brushes the sides of his trousers, standing up, "It's time for the Potter Extraordinare Show."
Only Black and Pettigrew clapped politely (uh-huh), Remus and I rolling our eyes. Again.
No surprises there.
"In which we're going to present the song: Close to You," said Potter, taking in a deep breath and ruffling his messy black mob at the same time.
Remus stares at Potter as he starts his song, saying, "Lily, must we go through this?"
Funny, should have been me who's asking that oh-so-peculiar question.
Marauders Secret #10: Even Remus, the marauder with the best endurance with whatever pranks his pals are up to, cannot stand the Potter singing voice. Or any show, for that matter.
I mean, how many times have I said that to Katrina, especially with the Marauders around?
Merlin knows.
Oh, there he goes! "Why do birds suddenly appear? Everytime you are near." Croaking, almost out of breath, and strangely off-tone, that's him.
I would have stayed longer only if Black doesn't 'join in.' "Cause you look like a worm," he sang, almost bringing back the awful vomit memories.
Potter shot Black at look for a split second, plainly of disdain, and continued serenading (if you could call it that) without further words, "Why do stars fall down from the sky?"
"Every time that you die," there Black choruses. This time, our 'star singer' grabs his mate by the collar, whispering—the kind that's so loud anyone could hear—"What's the matter with you, Padfoot? I'm just trying to sing!"
"What?" Having known Black for five full years, I still marvel at his ability to 'act innocent' practically 'all the time.' Even with that childish acting voice. "I thought this would—"
But whether it would do what I do not know. For the moment they start one of their 'petty arguments,' as Remus puts it—which doesn't stop until ten minutes have passed—Remus, Pettigrew and I tiptoe out.
Sorry. Couldn't really stand such charming voices
James's POV
So much for the millionth impressions
What everyone says about first impressions being wrong is false. Neither Lily's impression of mine, or mine of her, has been able to change over the years.
At least, as I have hoped
Our relationships are more parallel than ever, seemingly brushing off and on, but never actually meeting.
Every time I try, there's always an obstacle in the way.
Unlike my best playboy buddy, I believe, sir, I believe in true love.
And destiny, the one and only thing controlling our love lives, has brought her to Pads' mansion.
'Why, this is only the second day!' I tell myself. There's time. There's time…
Of which right now I'd better use to teach Pads some singing lessons…with my fist.
Lily's POV
After lunch—during which Potter 'accidentally' spilled his soup at Black—I realize I've forgotten my reading book, something to help me keep my mind and energy off the marauders, at the living room, and so walk in to recapture it.
Instead, my eyes met Regulus's brown ones across the room, as he examined my book.
"Oh. Evans," he said, in a rather scornful voice, "It's yours. I was wondering why Sirius would read, uh," the Slytherin looks at the cover, which depicts one of the most popular star-crossed lovers' picture on a rose, "Romeo and Juliet. Sounds too much of a play for him, huh?"
"Yes, I thought so," I couldn't help but agree, "Now give me back my book."
The prat snatched it up, far out of my reach. Dang it, why does he have to be as tall as Black?
"Reg!"
"Evans!" he mocks.
"Why are you even doing this?" a sigh follows my curious question, I staring into those deep, cryptic pupils. How difficult would it be to decipher that secret code?
Of what he actually feels inside?
Sometimes his presence is mysterious and unnerving, yet that warm glint is rare to see.
As it's directed at me now
The only question racks my brain: why?
Reaching for the book, my right hand merely brushes the cover, resulting in my annoyed huff but Regulus's smirk.
Perhaps that was why he lowers the book, still not giving it to me.
Though, seemingly as I am doing a crazy dance with him, following him around the room, I trip—the one trip I regret ever doing in my life—and we both stumble onto the floor, I on top of him.
Breathing rapidly, hearts thumping, not knowing which is which…
I push him off, catching a blank expression on his face, as if he did not expect this to happen, "And I guess you'd have something to say about this."
"Erm. Huff, sorry, Evans," he said, face purely 'honest', eyes difficult to read, as always, "Accident."
"Accident!" exclaims a voice, "Regulus, you'd better have something to say."
To my shock, the worst in my possible nightmares, I cannot believe my sight—of James Potter, standing in the hallway, face unreadable.
Oh Merlin, don't tell me what I am thinking is right.
A/N: I AM SORRY!!
I'm thinking of better story plot points. Coming soon ;).
Love you all, for giving this amateur writer a chance,
Your ever humble fanfic writer :)