Sirius cleared his throat.
"Am I invited?"
Lily and James sprang apart like they were on fire.
"Er...invited to what, Sirius?"
"The wedding, of course."
"Sirius, darling, have you gone entirely mad?"
"Not entirely, Lily, *darling* ."
"Then what *are* you talking about?"
"You."
"Me?"
"And James."
"James and me? We're not getting married! James was just trying to....er..."
"Er..."
"What? Get a fishbone out of your throat?"
"Siri-us!"
"Ja-ames! You know that whining is incredibly unattractive, don't you?"
"I'm not whining. Anyway, I don't care what you find attractive."
"That, my friend, is fairly obvious. However, I think Lily will agree with me on this one."
"I don't care what Lily finds attractive, either."
"Ah. I see. So that would explain the hair combing debacle, wouldn't it?"
"The hair combing debacle? James combs his hair?"
"Believe it or not, he *does*"
"Does is help at all?"
"It would seem not. Let's hope your children don't inherit his hair."
"Dear God, yes."
"We're having children now? You know, the last time I checked, all I'd done was kissed her."
"And?....James, are you saying you *don't* want to have children with Lily?"
"Not exactly...."
"So you *do* want children with her?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Aha. I understand. You just want to marry her and live a blissful child free life filled with lots of..."
"GAAHH!"
"James, love, what was *THAT*?"
"Hah! Lily, you just called James 'love'!"
"Sirius, I call everyone that. I've called *you* that."
"You haven't."
"I use pet names all the time."
"But not *love*. James, she's got it bad for you."
"Oh for heaven's sake. Anyway, back to the question. James, what *was* that?"
"It was a "Gaahh" of frustration."
"Oh, is Jamesie *frustrated*? Well, I guess I should go so Lily can take care of that."
"Take care of it?!?!?! I'm not *taking care* of anything. And I don't care if he's frustrated."
"You don't care if I'm frustrated?"
"GAAHH!"
"Oh, look, now Lily's frustrated, too. James, this is when you make the move."
At which point Lily and James tackled Sirius.
A/N--Alright, I admit it, this one was odd. My life is odd. Please let me know where you want this to go, as I'm thinking I'm going to have to abandon the real life aspect (real life is just too weird). So I'm taking suggestions.
Disclaimer--Lily, James and Sirius belong, as always, to the inimitable J.K. Rowling.
"Am I invited?"
Lily and James sprang apart like they were on fire.
"Er...invited to what, Sirius?"
"The wedding, of course."
"Sirius, darling, have you gone entirely mad?"
"Not entirely, Lily, *darling* ."
"Then what *are* you talking about?"
"You."
"Me?"
"And James."
"James and me? We're not getting married! James was just trying to....er..."
"Er..."
"What? Get a fishbone out of your throat?"
"Siri-us!"
"Ja-ames! You know that whining is incredibly unattractive, don't you?"
"I'm not whining. Anyway, I don't care what you find attractive."
"That, my friend, is fairly obvious. However, I think Lily will agree with me on this one."
"I don't care what Lily finds attractive, either."
"Ah. I see. So that would explain the hair combing debacle, wouldn't it?"
"The hair combing debacle? James combs his hair?"
"Believe it or not, he *does*"
"Does is help at all?"
"It would seem not. Let's hope your children don't inherit his hair."
"Dear God, yes."
"We're having children now? You know, the last time I checked, all I'd done was kissed her."
"And?....James, are you saying you *don't* want to have children with Lily?"
"Not exactly...."
"So you *do* want children with her?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Aha. I understand. You just want to marry her and live a blissful child free life filled with lots of..."
"GAAHH!"
"James, love, what was *THAT*?"
"Hah! Lily, you just called James 'love'!"
"Sirius, I call everyone that. I've called *you* that."
"You haven't."
"I use pet names all the time."
"But not *love*. James, she's got it bad for you."
"Oh for heaven's sake. Anyway, back to the question. James, what *was* that?"
"It was a "Gaahh" of frustration."
"Oh, is Jamesie *frustrated*? Well, I guess I should go so Lily can take care of that."
"Take care of it?!?!?! I'm not *taking care* of anything. And I don't care if he's frustrated."
"You don't care if I'm frustrated?"
"GAAHH!"
"Oh, look, now Lily's frustrated, too. James, this is when you make the move."
At which point Lily and James tackled Sirius.
A/N--Alright, I admit it, this one was odd. My life is odd. Please let me know where you want this to go, as I'm thinking I'm going to have to abandon the real life aspect (real life is just too weird). So I'm taking suggestions.
Disclaimer--Lily, James and Sirius belong, as always, to the inimitable J.K. Rowling.