SO SO SORRY THAT I'M LATE! PLEASE DON'T BE TOO ANGRY! Don't blame me for the tardiness… blame college applications, super extreme school projects, food poisoning, and puppies that have separation anxiety. If you forgive me then there will be some Sirius Remus interaction in the next chapter, which will come MUCH sooner. I PROMISE. (Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to lilithasherwood who gives AWESOME relationship advice.)

Oh, and sorry if I don't answer your review… my iPhone has the nasty habit of deleting all of my emails and banishing them to a faraway corner of cyber-space, so that I can never find them again…

After school that day, Peter insisted on giving Remus a ride home.

"But, I…"

"Get in the car."

Remus sent a pleading look towards Tonks, but she only shrugged apologetically. "I'll call you later."

"Traitor!" Remus hissed, as he followed Peter towards his annoyingly expensive car. He opened the passenger side of the car and slumped in his seat. Peter got into the drivers side and glanced at Remus.

"What's your address again?"

"I'm not going home." Remus muttered. "Just take me to the Three Broomsticks."

"Where?"

"The café that's across from the street from that shifty diner where you got food poisoning."

Peter shuddered and pulled out of the school parking lot. "I hate that place…"

A weak smile graced Remus' lips, before it flitted away again. "Why did you offer to give me a ride?"

"Do not insult my intelligence, Rem. You know perfectly well why I offered you a ride."

Remus sighed. "Are you sure that you want the whole story? You may not like what you hear."

"Just fucking spill already, Rem."

There was a tense silence before Remus began to speak. "You know how I only moved here at the end of sixth grade?"

Peter frowned. "You told me that your dad's business moved."

Remus closed his eyes. "He asked them to move him."

"Why?"

"H-he couldn't stand to live in our old town anymore... He couldn't- he couldn't deal with what happened, so he moved us here." Remus took a deep breath and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. "He couldn't stand living in a place where everyone knew that his son was raped."

Peter's hands tightened on the wheel until they were bone white. "How did it happen?"

Remus laughed bitterly. "How do you think?"

"You know what I mean."

Remus shrugged. "I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. That's all there is to it."

Peter didn't say anything, and they rode in silence for a few moments before Remus suddenly slammed his hand against the window. "Say something!"

"Like what?" Peter sighed. "Remus, this is a lot to take in. Just... just give me a while, yeah?"

"Yeah." Remus snorted. "I'm sure that this whole thing is real difficult to 'take in'."

Silence smothered the inside of the car. Remus was breathing heavily through his nose and attempting to hold back tears, while Peter struggled not to speak, afraid that he would say something tactless.

"Turn right here." Remus said suddenly, horrified to hear that his voice sounded wet and shaky.

"Why aren't you going home?" Peter asked quietly, breaking the silence.

"They kicked me out." Remus said shortly.

"B-because you were raped?"

"Because I'm gay. Pull over here."

Peter pulled over, but he didn't unlock the doors. "Are you going to be okay?"

Remus shrugged and got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.

Peter sat in the car for a few more moments and watched Remus dart across the street into the arms of a brown haired woman with a massive bosom. Even though he knew that Remus was gay, Peter couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous.

Remus sat , fuming, on the toilet seat at Rosemerta's flat. He almost wished that he had his old room back, just so that he could fling himself upon his bed and shut out the world. But, alas, Remus did not have his old room. All he had for privacy was a too small bathroom with a cracked toilet seat and ugly wallpaper with pumpkins on it. So there he was, fuming and furious. He couldn't believe that Peter had the utter balls to pry into his past like that… the nerve.

"Rom?" Remus jumped when Brody's voice spoke through the wooden door. "You all right in there?"

"I'm fine." Remus snapped. Stupid people asking if he was 'all right'…

There was a long pause. "You know, if you chewed your food you'd feel better."

"I said that I was fine!"

Remus heard Brody chuckle softly. "There's no need to be so defensive. You have a missed call by the way."

Remus opened the bathroom door and snatched his cell from Brody's large hand. "Why were you going through my phone?"

"I wasn't." Brody followed Remus into the living room. "It rang and nearly gave me a bloody heart attack, and then I got you."

Remus scowled and checked the Caller ID. "I need to call someone back." Remus muttered and dissapared back into the bathroom."

'Hello?'

"I'm calling you back."

'Hey, Rem.' Remus could hear a michevious smile in Tonks' voice. 'What are you doing Thursday?'

"Nothing… why?"

'Wanna come over for dinner?'

Sorry it's short, but I needed to get this out… I'LL NEVER BE THIS LONG AGAIN! But... GUESS WHO ELSE WILL BE AT THE TONKS' FOR DINNER? :D