the people of positano / modern marauders era

due ♥ a midnight snack, blueberry waffles and spiderman

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june 29th, 1:00 am, saturday

"eliiii," i hear james whine through the door, knocking sporadically, creating a weird rhythm of noise bouncing around the walls.

groggily, i reply, "james?" rolling over in bed, praying for him to go away in my head. i squint at the clock- one in the morning, seriously?  what could he possibly need? "what's up?" i add like a concerned mother, which i feel like right now.

he pauses for a second and mumbles, "i'm lonely." at his words i instantly hop out of bed and slip pajama pants on. 

memories rush to me because of the two words- i'm lonely. james always told me growing up that he always wanted a sibling or a best friend (before the boys came along). younger, older, mean, nice, he didn't care, just someone to hang out with. he told me his parents are lovely, but it gets a little lonely living in such a big house by yourself. it was a few years ago, around two am or later, and the two of us were trying to pull an all-nighter and we were talking about growing up. "i wish i could just go up to someone and say 'i'm lonely, let's hang out' without feeling like a huge burden, you know?" and i'd simply replied, "then just tell me when you are." since then, most of our nights were littered with the two of us knocking at each other's door or calling each other and saying those two magic words.

"you okay?" i open the door to see james staring down at me with a melancholy look in his eyes, hugging his arms, which are really exposed in his white wife beater, especially in our cold apartment. he crashes our bodies together, wrapping his arms around my neck, burying his head in my shoulder. 

i mess with his curls absentmindedly while i wait for him to reply. "yeah," he answers in a hushed tone. i wait for him to say more, but he doesn't.

"do you wanna stay here?" i gesture towards the mattress littered with pillows and blankets, plus my laptop thrown on top of it with la la land playing across from my bed. analyzing the blank expression on his face i offer, "or i can come to your room?"

he shakes his head weakly, "no, i want to stay here." his eyes drift over to my laptop. he grins at me and teases, "perks of a wallflower? again?"

i shrug innocently. "reggie was actually smart for recommending it," i argue.

james laughs, shutting the door behind him and curling up in my blankets, laying on his stomach and twirling his feet as the end of the movie continues, sprawling his limbs everywhere and leaving me no choice but to snuggle up against him.

"what's this?" he picks up the book next to my laptop and groans. "oh, come on!" it's one of those generic dystopian teen novels, i know, but hey, i like what i like.

glaring at him playfully i point out, "hey, i don't judge you because you break your glasses every week."

"true." at the mention of them, he pushes his circular glasses up his nose bridge. this is his second pair this month- an impressive feat for someone like james potter.

i click out of netflix and scroll through my apps. "alright, since you're going to judge me-" i click on minecraft, james's favorite video game, "-let's do something else."

his face lights up as he grabs the laptop from my hands, hastily making a new world called james and eli 1:09am. he names every world that, changing the time based on when we start playing. the last world, from a week ago, was james and eli 4:38am. that was a rough night. the main world we play together is the original james and eli, but we play that on our two separate laptops together. "do you have any snacks?" he asks as he loads into the new world, spawning in a birch forest.