A/N: I found this scribbled on a page in an old notebook that I had used a few pages of and lost. I remember thinking how much it sucked before, but now that I've read it again, it's not all that horrible. Anyway, it's an addition to my story, "Remus Is a What?!" from Remus's POV. R/r please.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the writing. Joanne Rowling is my goddess, and has created all things good. I only use them in a sad attempt to worship her greatness.
Remus lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He still couldn't believe what had happened. When he walked into the room, he thought for sure it was over. He'd enjoyed it while it had lasted. In fact, that year and a half had been the best in his life. Sirius, James, and Peter were the closest friends he'd ever had.
But they, just like all the other friends he'd ever had, had found out. Panicking, he'd fled. He figured it was only a matter of time until they spread it around. Spread it around that he was a- Wait, what was it that Sirius had called it? Oh, yeah, his lycanthropic predicament.
Remus giggled out loud. He heard James turn over in his sleep, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "Lily." Remus giggled again. Then he began to laugh out loud. They were his friends! He had friends and they knew what he was and they didn't give a damn!
"Remus, shut the hell up!" said James, sitting up.
Remus continued to giggle. Through his laughs, he said, "I can't…stop…laughing…!"
From the bed beyond James, sirius began to laugh as well. James, with a disapproving look, glared at them. Then slowly(it looked as though he was trying to fight it) he broke into a smile. Snickering at first, it quickly built into a full laugh.
The three friends sat in the dark, laughing their asses off, happy to be alive. Together forever, as corny as it sounds. How could something so wonderful ever end?
Peter slept on, snoring quietly, oblivious to the joyous laughter filling the room. He was having a nightmare about werewolves.