A/N: LONG overdue prompt fill, I hope you like! feel free to leave me prompts here or hit me up on tumblr!
"I'm trying to spread my jam with a fork because I lost control of my life" for Jily? (:
Having two roommates is great. You've almost always got someone to hang out wit, rent and other bills are only a third as expensive, and chores are divided between you. Theoretically.
In reality, Sirius feels he's not particularly useful in the home economics department unless it involves calling for take out.
Remus just has a weird thing about cleanliness in the loo and didn't speak to James for a week after he cleaned with the wrong brand bleach.
So in general, James handles stocking the kitchen and he shares the larger cooking duties that involve more than boiling water with Remus.
Their only gap is their universal aversion to doing the dishes.
Everyone's got a different motivation - Sirius hates giving in, Remus doesn't like touching food if the purpose isn't to eat said food, and James gets inexplicably stressed thinking about all the other things he could or should be doing while elbows deep in bubbles.
Usually, though, James is the one who gives in, particularly because Lily loves a good post-meal chat, propped up on the counter with legs swinging and eyes sparkling behind James' stolen specs.
But she's been gone for a week and a half, so he's pretty much going out of his mind with pent up witty barbs and they're down to the last mismatched dinnerware.
Licking a stripe of raspberry jam from the side of his hand, James takes another scoop from the jar and drops it atop his toast with a sigh. Setting his sights on the second bit of toast, James is jolted from his wan thoughts when his mobile lights up on the countertop, Lily's grinning face filling the screen.
Fingers still sticky, James grabs the phone and swipes to accept the call, his voice a bit more breathy and desperate than strictly cool, but it's Lily so. "Evans."
"Potter?"
"You did call me."
Her laugh is warm and inviting, an answering smile already spreading over his lips. "How's things?"
"Well, I'm having toast."
"For dinner."
"With jam," James adds.
"You're a bloody mess, love."
Taking a deep breath, James claims a seat at the table, fiddling with his plate as he murmurs, "Yeah, I'm trying to spread jam with a fork because I've lost control of my life without you here."
There's silence on the line for a minute before Lily answers, soft, "I'm not doing so hot here either," she clears her throat, "I mean, the fellowship is great but," Lily sniffs and goes quiet.
James bites at his lip. "Miss me?"
"I miss your baked goods."
"Well, Evans - Lily," James ruffles his hair and throws caution to the wind, "I miss you like hell and uh, whatever this thing is with us. I want us to be."
"An 'us'?"
Rustling sounds on the other end, quiet like Lily's getting comfortable in bed - there's a time difference and she's keeping odd hours to boot - before she answers, a smile evident in her voice. "I do too. Want to be an 'us'."
"Shame we're coming to our senses when a celebratory snog isn't quite in the cards."
"Well there is a little mixer on Friday…"
