A/N: I took so damned long to update, didn't I? This one's just as pointless as the first, and if I didn't say it already, there's a hell of a lot of dialogue in this story...if that's what you want to call it...

"Padfoot?"

"Yes, Prongsie old buddy old pal?"

"Tell me something."

"Anything, my love."

"First off, /don't/ call me your love, it makes people stare. Second of all, why are we in a closet?"

"Oh, now wouldn't /you/ like to know."

"Yes."

Sirius gave him a suggestive grin. James shook his head. "You are one fucked-up individual, Padfoot."

"I know, and you love me."

"Not that way."

"Oh, /so/ that way."

"NOT THAT WAY!"

"That way."

"Not that way!"

"You loooove me."

"THAT IS SO WRONG!"

"But my love, it feels so right."

"Ugh! You're so perverted! How can I stand to be friends with you?"

"Because you love me."

"I walked right into that."

"Yes, my love, yes you did."

"Stop calling me your love."

"Don't you want me anymore?"

"Never wanted you to begin with."

"Then what about last night?"

"Yeah. What /about/ last night?"

"I just want you to know I had fun."

James stared at him blankly.