I was fretting all day on wanting to be inspired to write... then it finally hit! I'm all happy now. -
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I must appologize to those who don't like spelling errors... I'm not good about spelling and I don't have spell check.
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After various good-byes and plans to meet up later...all of the Marauders, Ives and Remus left. Lily and James were going to the Evans side of the family to greet Petunia and congratulate her marriage and all that nonsense. ("Bah, so much love but not enough for me." Sirius muttered to himself as he got on his motorbike.) Peter left for his cousin's home and declaired that he would not be able so show up at Ives's house for their little latenight get-together, and Sirius left to his own home.
Sirius arrived at his house and noticed that a rusted, box-on-wheels for a car was parked in his way. Gritting his teeth in frustration he turned off his bike, took his helmet off and went onto his porch. Stepping inside his home he looked around.
"Regulus! I know you're here! Where are ya?!" He barked into the darkness before switching on a light. Tossing his helmet carefully onto the couch he walked to his bedroom and saw his dumpy looking brother perched on HIS bed, drinking HIS stash of Whiskey.
Damnit! Nothing's sacred anymore... He thought and growled at his blood-related intruder. "What are you doing here?"
Regulus looked over and scratched at his beard before replying.
"Lost th' 'ouse." he slurred. "I couldn' pay the bills in time, you know what I mean?"
Sirius crossed his arms.
"No, I don't know what you mean. I pay the bills on time." He spat. "So why are you here?"
Regulus looked at him as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I needed a place to stay so I though' mah big brother would be more then happy to lend me a room."
Sirius gaped at him appauled.
"You thought wrong." He murmmered displeased. "I don't need a slob to live with me you know."
Regulus jumped up and spilled the whiskey all over the floor.
"I'm not a slob!" He said ignoring the liquid on the ground.
"Yes you are!" Sirius countered angrilly. "First of all you just spilled my whiskey all over the floor! You made a mess of left over foods across my bed! I know for a fact that you had no intention of cleaning it up!"
Regulus had at least some decency to look ashamed.
"If you have a job and give me half of your paycheck I'll let you stay here... but I have to make sure it's exactly half... got it?" Sirius said, feeling his head starting to pound. "And move your car over on the driveway... I have to get my bike into the garage and be able to get it out."
Regulus stumbled out of the bedroom, leaving Sirius to stare at his room deflated.
Why me? Why couldn't he have tortured Jean and stayed with him? They could both be alcoholic buddies and leave me in peace....but nooo it just had to be me! The one with the fucking money!
He gathered all of the chips and put them back in the back and growled when he saw a huge whiskey stain in the middle of his comforter.
Damnit! Why did I have to agree to let him stay here?!?!
His brother came back into the room and smiled.
"It's moved out of th' way!"
Sirius nodded.
"Fine... you can stay in the guest room... and you better take care of it! I don't want to see messes all over the place and old pizza boxes shoved under the bed, okay?" He said with authority. "It's my home and I can kick you out if I want to."
Regulus grinned and staggered out of the main bedroom and down the hall to one of the two guest bedrooms.
I got to find all of my private shit, money and other valuables and lock it in a safe...I don't need him to pawn it all.
He closed his door and gathered up his blanket, and put it on the floor to sop it up.
Might as well get a new one... the stain wouldn'ta came out anyways. He picked up the soiled comforter and the bag of garbage he gathered. This was a mistake....
He changed clothes and left his room alone, deciding that the only things that needed to be moved were the valuables in the living room. The dining room and kitchen didn't have much to begin with.
Going into the living room he grabbed a few of the smaller objects that were worth money and put them in his room, after a bit of doing that he checked on his brother.
"Hey Regulus, do you want to go to the store with me?" He asked. This way he'll be out of the house...and then we can buy locks and everything for my room...or house in general.
Regulus wasn't in sight but apparently he was in the bathroom.
"Regulus?"
"Yeh?" Regulus muttered with a small grunt afterwards, making Sirius curious as to what he was doing. He walked in and stared at his brother who was attempting to shave the inch long beard off of his mug.
"Doesn't that hurt? Why didn't you trim it first?" Or ask permission to use a razor first?!?! Sirius asked irritated.
Regulus faced toward him with his chin and cheeks covered in shavingcream and blood.
"Because that would take too long." He said, gliding the razor over the mildly long hair on his cheek, grimacing at the obvious pain of the hair being yanked.
"And be less painful...well hurry up. I want to go to the store." Sirius said and left the bathroom, biting his lip to keep his temper in check. I bet that's going to clog the drain... why in the world did I let him stay?
Sirius sat on the couch and looked around, waiting impatiently for his brother to finish. About a half an hour of sitting there he stood up and walked into the bathroom, to see his brother cleaning his bleeding face.
Serves him right.... He thought before asking, "Almost finished?"
Regulus nodded and put the once white washcloth down and turned to him with a funky grin. Sirius stared at the cloth displeased.
"Yeah, le's go."
"Right, c'mon then, we have to go to Walmart and get a new blanket for my bed and a few other things...." Sirius said cooly and lead the way to the garage. "You'll have to move your...truck...again... I have to get my car out... because you are not riding on my bike."
Regulus was getting a bit irritated with Sirius's commands and went over to his truck and 'accidentally' hit the gas forward, bumping it into the garage door. Denting it slightly. Leaning out the window with a lopsided, sloppy smile and waved. "S'ry 'bout tha'!"
Sirius grit his teeth and watched his brother pull out onto the rocks that sided the driveway. He strode over to the garage and opened the door with a little difficulty.
He got into the drivers seat and started it up, pulling out of the garage carefully. He let Regulus into his car after he closed the garage and then he pulled out of the drive and down the street.
After much argument over the music and plenty of well traded insults they made it in one piece to their destination. Sirius parked the car, turned it off, grabbed the keys and got out of the car and waited patiently for Regulus to follow suit. They went inside of the store, grabbed a basket and headed straight for the locks and appliances.
"Why are you getting a lock?" Regulus asked curiously.
Sirius fingured that he should indulge Regulus with the truth and stated, "I want to keep you out of my stuff... call it Pawning-preventions!"
They set through a new set of arguments... and through no time they had gotten the things Sirius needed and were heading on their way back to Sirius's home.
"You can go do what you want... as long as it doesn't involve destruction and stealing." Siri scolded to a very indignant sibling.
The older of the brothers set out the house to secure locks on the more important areas before deciding he wanted to leave. He grabbed his things and left Regulus in the house. He climbed on, put his helmet on and took off heading straight towards Ives' place.
After many lights, turns and countless near head-on collisions Sirius arrived safely to his destination. He got off and knocked, more like banged, on the door.
"IVES! Open up!" He hollared carelessly.
The door opened, but it was not Ives who answered it. Remus stood at the door staring at him in surprise...and he was only in a pair of shorts. Sirius damn near drooled.
"Sirius? What are you doing here? It's..." He looked at his watch. "8 o'clock... didn't you guys plan to come at 10?" I would have been ready then.... How embarassing.
Of course he didn't know that Sirius was in total glee staring at him.
"Well come in then." Remus said and opened the door wider for his guest. After Sirius came inside, Remus closed the door and strode silently over to the couch and grabbed the shirt off the back of it and shrugged it on. "Ives is in the garage working on his hunk o' junk car if you want to go and check on him... I'm actually afraid to go in his 'workshop'."
Sirius shook his head.
"Now that you mention it, it does sound a bit scary to go down there while he's 'working' on something... it's hazardass to anyone sane."
Remus turned and looked at him oddly, making Sirius wonder.
"Ives told me you weren't sane... would that mean you'd be okay down there?" He teased.
"Okay, well I'm partially sane." Sirius admitted, sitting on the couch. After all, I did let my brother stay in my house.... "But why go further insane when I can prevent it?"
"Thats true," He answered. "Would you like something to drink?"
Sirius nodded and watched Remus walk off, admiring his arse.
Damn... He thoughts and mildly wondered if he should get drunk tonight. He couldn't trust himself around someone THAT good looking. Could he?
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TBC.
I figured I should post this before I got in too much trouble or make my fabulous readers hate me. snif I'm sorry... I just haven't felt up to writing lately. I'm sorry it's so short. Don't flame/hate or beat me!! R/R! pleades