"James. James, stop". The boy finally stopped ranting about Lily Evans. " I know what it's like when someone doesn't love you like you love them, I know. It hurts. But you can't make people love you back, even if it's the only thing you really want. You just can't, so stop ranting. Just- please, stop". James frowned, confused. He didn't know what Sirius was talking about. And not only because he never complained when he would talk about his unrequited love for the ginger, but also because everybody loved Sirius, every girl and even some boys would've given their lungs just for a chance with him. He was about to ask what he'd meant, but thought better when he saw the look his best friend had in his eyes. He was hurt. James wondered how long his friend had been in love with that person. And then, when Sirius looked over James' shoulder, something changed in his gaze. It was still hurt, and it seemed like it was even more, but it had softened. Sirius was in love, and James would've bet his pants saying that the girl who stole his brother's heart had just entered the common room where they were sitting. So, obviously, he turned to see. And he froze. That wasn't a girl. The 6'1" boy standing near the fireplace, chatting with Dorcas, surely wasn't a girl. It was Moony. Prongs turned over to Sirius, who was now standing up, probably going to talk to his friend. His grey eyes now were warm and sweet, while checking out the other boy "Moony! Looking fine today, mate". Remus only laughed, shoving slightly the dark-haired boy, who now was standing next to him. It made sense, James couldn't deny it. Oh, Sirius, what'd you get yourself into?
