Here's the fixed version of chapter one. I've renamed it and fixed the italics, but have other wise left it alone. Hopefully I'll have the second chapter fixed tonight, and the third one done by the end of next weekend. I'd say I'd have it up this weekend, but it's Homecoming and my friends are making me go.

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Chapter One: Getting Started

Remus, Sirius, James and Peter looked around apartment they would be living in for the next couple years.

"I still say it's too small," Sirius said with a slight pout.

"We know. You've told us only about 100 times, that's all," James laughed.

Remus sighed. James, of course, saw this as an adventure. They were renting a small Muggle apartment a few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron, mainly because they couldn't afford the available apartments actually in the alley at the moment. It also helped that a friend of Sirius' uncle owned the complex and was willing to let them have it at half the normal rent. There were a few other wizards living there, too, and it was always a good thing to have a few others around, especially with the trouble James and Sirius seemed to unconsciously cause when left to their own devices for a few hours. At least Peter and James had gotten over their amazement at the electric lights and had stopped flicking them on and off while Remus and Sirius looked on in amusement.

Still, the young werewolf was a bit skeptical about the four of them sharing an apartment. He knew it was really the only thing they could afford at the moment, and they had shared a dorm at Hogwarts...of course at Hogwarts the house-elves took care of the cooking and cleaning. He had a sinking feeling that he, as the only one of the four without a job, would be playing house keeper. He sighed again and rubbed his temples as he heard loud voices and laughing coming from the kitchen. Apparently James and Peter had discovered the wonders of the modern-day Muggle refrigerator.

Sirius sat on the kitchen counter, swinging his long legs and watching Peter and James play with the automatic ice maker.

/At least they've gotten over the electric lighting/ he mused, grinning at Remus as the amber-eyed boy walked into the room.

"Get off the counter, Sirius," he glared at his dark-haired friend.

Sirius pouted and hopped down. "But what are counters good for, besides sitting on? Huh, Remmy?"  he teased.

"Preparing food on. But not after you've sat on them in those dusty jeans of yours..."

James and Peter stopped in the middle of trying to see if the light in the fridge really did go out when you shut the door and glanced at their two friends. They sensed one of their arguments coming on, and decided to leave the question of the fridge light alone for now and stop the oncoming fight.

"I don't care how much girls like those pants, they're worn out and gross and I won't have them on my nice clean counter tops!"

"Your counter tops? And I suppose this is your apartment, too?"

"No, but I'm the only one who can actually cook besides James, and he'll be too busy at work to cook much."

James looked at his two arguing friends. Really, their fights could be amusing at times. Too bad he didn't want to be down a house mate or two before they even moved in.

"Remus, Sirius will clean the counters. Sirius, just don't sit on them again. Honestly, you two. You'd think you were a bickering couple the way you go at it sometimes," James scolded in a mocking tone.

Sirius and Remus looked at James, looked at each other, and blushed.

"We do not! We--" Sirius protested, but was cut off by Remus who was still slightly red.

"The sponge and soap are by the sink. You need to clean the counters. I'll...go...unpack something else. Yes..." Remus mumbled as the turned and left the room. James laughed to himself as Sirius looked at the brunet's retreating back in confusion.

/This is going to be interesting.../ James thought as he followed Remus.

"Hey, Moony! Wait! I'll help!"

Sirius grumbled as he began to clean the counters. Peter looked confused as he turned around and started to unpack the dishes.

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On top of the stress of moving, Sirius and Remus had another one of their Fights.  "Fights" with a capital F. Every once and a while, they'd have a really huge argument and not speak to each other for a few days. It usually happened near the full moon, and they always made up before Remus' transformation.

Unfortunately for James and Peter, the full moon was still a couple weeks off, so they had to deal with the random insults being flung back and forth, and the occasional large object that was aimed for Sirius' head.

Peter cringed as he heard a large "clang" from the kitchen, accompanied by a loud "Crap!"

He and James looked at each other.

"We better go make sure no one gets hurt!" Peter said. James nodded and they headed towards the kitchen to see what had happened.

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Sirius snuck up behind his Remus, who was washing the dishes. He was planning to hug him from behind and apologize for whatever he had done. The funny thing was that he and Remus could never really remember what they fought over. It seemed that after a while they just seemed to be throwing insults-and in Remus' case, random heavy objects-at each other. 

Sadly for him, Remus was deep in thought, and didn't sense Sirius' presence when he entered the room. Remus, being a werewolf, could have very violent reactions when snuck up on or caught unaware, and even though it didn't happen very often, the results usually weren't that good.

Sirius barely managed to duck the soapy frying pan Remus swung out with as he turned around to see who had grabbed him.

"Crap!" the black-haired boy yelled, falling hard onto his behind. "Holy fuck Remus, what the hell was that for?"

Remus sighed, and, putting the pan back in the sink, walked out of the room as James and Peter entered.

"What happened?" Peter asked.

Sirius just sighed and followed the werewolf. He would deal with Remus being moody and even generally bitchy around the full moon, but on a normal day… No. he was going to find out what was making the somber, amber-eyed young man turn PMS-y and try to fix it.

He just hoped he could get it out of his friend and remain in one un-maimed piece. He did have a date the next evening, after all.

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There's the first chapter. More to come, I promise. ^^;