This is a very random thing that popped into my head the other day...and so here you go...
(Also, I got it at exactly 400 hundred words, just because I was bored and figured I'd give it a shot.)
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POP
"What the hell was that?!"
"What the hell was what..?"
"That!" An accusing finger points.
"I blew a bubble…with my bubble gum…"
"Bubble gum!" He's outraged, though Sirius doesn't know why.
"Yes…bubble gum. Do you have a problem with that Prongs?"
"Yes!"
A beat of silence as they stare each other down.
A sigh of defeat as gray eyes end the contest.
"Why do you have a problem with me chewing bubble gum Prongs…?"
"Because, you're a rebel! You're a motorcycle riding, leather pants wearing, combat boot sex machine! You can't chew bubble gum! It ruins your look!"
"I have a look?"
"Of course you have a look! How are you ever going to get a bird now, chewing bubble gum all the time!? It's freaking girly-"
"Since when do you care about my love life?"
Another exasperated sigh.
"You don't have a love life Pads, you have a sex life. And when you're not getting any, your prank ideas are bloody awful. So it's very beneficial to me for you to get laid. And you can't get laid if you're chewing bubble gum, five year old girls chew bubble gum, not Sirius Black!"
POP
"Sweet Salazar, calm the fuck down Prongs…"
POP
"No! I need you-the Marauder's need your input! It's nearly end of term, we have big pranks to plan here! This is important stuff Padfoot!"
He's on a role now, this is for a cause, this is important, his, no-their very social existence is riding on a pack of pink Hubba Bubba.
POP
"Fine James, whatever you say."
"Don't take that tone with me!"
"What tone?"
"Your I don't care and am no longer listening to you James tone."
"I wasn't aware I had a tone specifically for that, but yes, that does describe how I feel at the moment."
"Mate-"
"Hey Irene!"
Pretty blue eyes. Long wavy hair. Tits like whoa.
"Wanna…go for a walk?"
"Sure!"
Perky, bouncing breasts.
POP
James sits down under the tree.
He waits.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
"Thanks for the walk Sirius! I had a great time…"
Long hair mussed up. Shirt button undone. The tip of a lacy bra peaking out.
James' eyes follow her as she walks away, blowing a big pink bubble from Sirius' sticky wad of gum.
Gray eyes follow hazel.
A smirk.
"And you thought I couldn't get a bird while chewing bubble gum."
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