"Lily," Marlee began, "I just can't believe he did that! He just scooped you right up and well...you know."
I laid on my bed while Marlee caught a quaffle repeatedly and paced back and forth. In the time between last class and dinner, we had 20 minutes to kill.
"Yes I very well know. I don't know if I can ever go near a broom stick again now." I sighed.
"Can't say I blame you, Evans." She remarked casually.
I shot straight up and looked at her.
"Really...Evans?" I asked disbelievingly.
"What? I'm trying it out. No good?" She shrugged.
"No good." I laid back down and closed my eyes.
"Why can't it be so simple? James obviously likes me, but so does Sam. Why can't I just pick one?" I balanced my hands back and forth like scales.
"Well," She plopped down onto my bed next to me and held the ball tight in her lap, "we could do a pro-cons chart."
"A what?" I asked sitting up again.
"A pro-cons chart. Here, let me show you." She grabbed a loose leaf of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink and drew a line down the center.
She scribbled James' name on the right side and Samuel's on the left.
"Okay, so what's something good about James?" She asked.
"He likes me." I added.
She wrote on his side, 'Pro: likes you'
"That's good, now what is good about Sam?"
"Very good looking." I smirked and she giggled, writing it on his side.
"Now a con about James."
"Okay, a con about Sam."
"I don't know him that well to give a con." I explained.
"Well, there you have it. You go with Sam." She smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"Because you can't think of a con." She smiled and jumped of the bed.
"You're right!" I exclaimed.
"Oh I know dear."