This is a short One-shot with Lily and James, hope you like it

How do I get myself in these situations? You would think I would learn. Oh no. I had to be late for getting up. I was running late, and literally running to get to the Hogsmeade trip. But no. I was running. And who should I happen to run into, you ask. James Potter, my own personal stalker.

"Hi Lily!" he chirped. Yes, chirped. He disgusts me. How can he be so perky? And arrogant. . . and psychotic. . .and hot. . . . Whoa! What? Rewind! What. . . did I just think James Potter was hot, of all things? Wow, there's temporary insanity, and then there is total nutjob! What category do you think that falls in? Yup. I'm a psycho, too. Maybe Potter and I are meant for eachother. Gag.

Lily indulged in a brief moment of disgust at her being attracted to Potter. "Excuse me. I'm sorry Lily!" James stuttered, stopping to help her up.

Hey. He called me Lily! What happened to "Evans"? Maybe he's growing up. Looking up into his brown eyes from her spot on the ground, Lily felt as though she would fall from weak knees, had she not already fallen down from crashing into James.

He helped her up, fervently apologizing. Wow, he's not just hot, he's also adorable when he's worried. Her thoughts were now popping into her head of their own accord, and she put in no effort to stop them. "Lily, are you okay?" James asked, for what had to be the fifty millionth time.

Thinking of how much more she should say yes to James the next time he asked her out on a date(though she later said that she just did this to shut him up)Lily Evans kissed James Potter. Pulling back, she whispered, eyes shining, "Shut-up, Potter." Huh. I like James Potter. How strange.

As she ran off to Hogsmeade, she laughed at her memory of the expression on James's face when she pulled back.

How do I get myself in these situations? You would think I would learn. Oh no. I had to be late for getting up. I was running late, and literally running to get to the Hogsmeade trip. But no. I was running. And who should I happen to run into, you ask. James Potter, the love of my life.

What do you think? Short, but good?