Disclaimer: I don't own Sirius Black, or LA. However (for the first time in ever) I own mostly everything else.

Sirius Black

June 22nd, 1978

I could feel the warmth the sunlight provided as it shone through glass doors leading to the balcony and onto my bare arm and the bottom half of my face. I liked the warmth, but I could've done without the light. The light was just annoying.

"Wake up, sleepy-head!"

I groaned and flipped onto my bare stomach, the soft, silk sheets rubbing against my chest. "Ten more minutes…" I mumbled into the pillow beneath my head.

"Sirius, do you want to have breakfast with my parents or not?"

I thought for a moment. "What kind of breakfast?" I didn't lift my head, but my eyes shifted to Shane's small frame. She was standing to my right, at the edge of her huge bed.

"Any kind you want." She smirked, and I could tell that she knew she had me. "I'm sure Ian wouldn't mind making you something other than the normal pancakes."

"Who the hell is Ian?" I sat bolt upright, my eyes wide open and my hands gripping the sheets.

She chuckled. "My family's sixty year old personal chef, Sirius." She explained, swiftly planting a kiss on my cheek. "Really, there're no other men in my life that I could have that sort of relationship with."

I sighed, grabbed her waist and pulled her into my lap. "Sorry, love," I mumbled, setting my face against her small, frail shoulder. "You just love to make me jealous, don't you?"

"Yup."

I smiled and gently kissed the pale skin of her shoulder. "You go down, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"'Kay." She piped, jumping off my lap and running out the door. She was such a child.

I groaned and forced myself to stand up. I stretched my back and arms and glanced around the large room that I probably shouldn't have been in. My room was down the hall, but this was Shane's. However, I never thought Shane would have a bedroom quite like this.

All of the walls were purple, and the carpet was white. Stuffed animals lined all of the windows and shelves, drawings of princesses and castles attached to every open surface. There was only one part of the room that I was guessing she'd done recently, and that was a small billboard covered in autographed pictures and albums from the Beatles.

I smiled and walked over to the purple dresser that was against the far wall. It was like something you'd see a fairytail princess owning. A large, ugly thing with a mirror on the back of it. Caught between the mirror and the purple woodwork were several photographs. A few were of us and the Marauders, and there were a few of just her. However, what I really noticed were the people I didn't know. There was a picture of Shane, probably around fourteen, with a little bald boy. There were also many of her and another boy, but these seemed to stretch throughout her lifetime. From when she was little (she was very adorable back then as well) to some that looked very recent.

I removed my eyes from the photographs and Apparated back to my room. I quickly found a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and left my room, shutting the door on my way out. I followed the long hallway that led to a staircase, which led downstairs (it was a really big house). The hallway was littered with family portraits hanging along the wall. Several of Shane's records hung along the wall as well.

I slowly made my way into the large room that they called an "entryway." I called it a living room. I stepped out of the "entryway" and into the dining room.

The dining room wasn't as big as most people would think, after seeing the rest of the house. It was made up of a single, rectangular table with far more chairs than needed by their family.

I stood in the doorway for several seconds, assessing what was going on. Shane's father was fixated with the morning paper, and Shane and her mother were chatting amiably. The topic seemed to be on Hogwarts, as I heard the word "school" pop up more than once.

I took a deep breath and strode into the room. "Morning," I said, trying to sound confident. It didn't work.

"Good morning, Sirius." Scarlett (or as Shane's mother had asked me to call her) said as she looked up from Shane's face. I nodded back respectfully.

"Morning!" Shane smiled as she kissed my cheek, pulling me into the chair next to her.

With that one motion, I could feel Mr. Spencer's eyes on me, a glare set in his hazel eyes. His eyes locked on me, and that made me nervous. The palms of my hands started to sweat, and my leg started to bounce.

"Tell me, Mr. Black, how'd you meet my daughter?"

I looked over at the older man and tried to calm myself.

"Um, she was helping a friend of mine with a little problem." My voice cracked, but I regained myself quickly.

"Remus, the werewolf. Remember?" Shane asked her parents, looking between them. "I was helping him with his "furry little" problem and Dumbledore told me that I should get to know him better, and that's when I met Sirius here."

"Alright, how long have you two been dating?"

Oh, I'd been dreading this question. I didn't know how long we'd been together with all of the stuff with Regulus, and I doubted that she did either.

"That's… complicated." She mumbled, looking at her plate and beginning to play with her eggs.

"There was a period of time where we were separated," I mumbled, taking a deep breath as I said the words. Still, keeping a calm composure was hard! "That makes it hard to tell exactly how long we've been together." Now I could really feel Mr. Spencer's eyes burning into my skull.

A sudden bell rang through the house, and my head bounced around, looking for the source of the sound. I'd never heard something like that before.

"That would be my guest." Mr. Spencer said, standing up with a smirk on his face. "Excuse me." He folded his paper and set it on the table beside his coffee mug. Then, he left the room.

Shane set her hand on my knee, instantly gaining my attention. "It's the doorbell."

I made an "O" shape with my mouth. "That explains it," I mumbled, patting her hand. "You muggles and your crazy contraptions."

She chuckled and went back to her eggs. Silence ensued, but it didn't last too long. Soon, two voices could be heard from the "entryway." One of them belonging to Mr. Spencer.

"Is she really here?" This voice was deep, but it still sounded younger than Mr. Spencer's.

"Yes, she's back."

"Shane!"

I looked back at Shane, and she looked at the doorway. Her eyes widened with recognition and a smile crept onto her face.

"Excuse me." She mumbled quickly, standing up and running out the door.

I glanced at Scarlett, and she shrugged. So, I stood up and walked to the doorway to see what was going on. As I looked out at her, I frowned. There was an incredibly handsome (don't take that the wrong way) man standing beside Mr. Spencer.

"Josh!" Shane yelped as she ran and flung herself into the handsome man's arms.

Josh… why did that ring a bell? Oh, he was her best friend. I was still kind of jealous, even if they were only friends. After all, he might've been even more handsome than I was, and that was a scary thing to admit.

"Shane, oh, I missed you!" He groaned into her ear, lifting her tiny frame off the ground and holding her tightly against his chest.

I cleared my throat, glaring at the man.

"Oh, Josh, put me down!"

Thankfully, Shane was on the ground again, smiling up at the man with admiration in her eyes. I didn't like that look.

"Josh, you have to meet Sirius!" She grabbed his hand (didn't like that either) and pulled him over to where I was standing by the door. "Josh, Sirius. Sirius, Josh." She smiled as she gestured to us. Josh smiled at me and held his hand out. At least it was a friendly gesture.

"That's quite a name you've got there." He said as I took his hand in a firm grasp.

I nodded. "All of the men in my family are named after constellations." I said, explaining why my name was also the name of the Dog Star (how ironic).

"Well, traditions are traditions."

I frowned. "They won't be when I have children."

He chuckled and looked at Shane. "How do you know this guy?" He asked, the smile sticking to his face.

A large smile now stuck to her face. "He's my amazing, wonderful, perfect boyfriend!" She jumped onto my back and I staggered, not quite ready for her weight so early in the morning. However, her words put a smile on my face.

The same couldn't be said for Josh.

"Oh…" He mumbled, the corners of his lips pulling down and his brow furrowing. "From England, then?"

I nodded. "London, actually."

He nodded, and silence ensued. He said nothing, I said nothing, and Shane looked between us with a confused look on her face, also saying nothing. We lasted like this for about a minute, the silence quickly getting awkward and annoying.

Then, Shane saved us.

"You look different, Josh," She said, sliding down my back and walking over to him to lift his arms and inspect his biceps. She could stand underneath his outstretched arm and still have about an inch of headspace. "Have you been working out?"

He smiled again and wrapped his arm around her head. "I thought I might as well get in shape. Girls prefer muscle, you know."

She chuckled. "I know, that's why I've got Sirius."

"How many pushups can he do?" He asked challengingly, a glare forming.

"Fifty," I interrupted. "And that's with Shane on my back."

She nodded in support. "He got kicked off his… soccer team," Soccer? What the hell is soccer? "I'm helping him stay in shape."

"Soccer? What position do you play?"

Oh shit…

"Um… all around, really…" I mumbled, my eyes widening. I was lying through my teeth, and Josh knew it.

"Oh really, which one do you play the most?"

"Goalie," Shane interrupted, saving my behind as she walked over to my side again. "He's a fantastic one, too."

Josh nodded. "Listen, I've gotta go, but do you wanna meet up later? A movie, maybe?"

"Actually, I was going to show Sirius around LA." Shane mumbled, frowning and stepping closer to him. "Tomorrow, though. I was planning on forcing him to go golfing with my dad anyways."

Josh nodded and pulled her into his chest. "Welcome home, Shane." He mumbled, kissing the top of her head. That really got my blood boiling. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye." Then, he let her go and ran out the door.

Shane smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me back over to the door.

"Shane?"

"Yeah?"

"What's soccer?"

A/N: I really have to get going on this story. I've only got one more reserve chapter. However, I shall succeed!

Anyways, the spring season's starting (basketball, might I remind you) and I'm really tired. We ran three killers in my yesterday's practice, plus three laps, this drill where we had to shuffle between lines, and five minutes of wall sits. To add to it all, I'm taking care of my aunts dog, who happens to be older than I am and still isn't house trained. She kept me up all of last night, too.

I haven't felt like writing lately. I don't know why, but I'm just not into it right now. I've been reading the Mortal Instruments series, and I have to say that I LOVE IT! Jace is so dreamy, I just wanna eat him up...

So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I really hope that you'll wait for me to put another chapter out.

R&R