AN: Okay, I'm feeling really really embarrassed right now. I'm not sure if anyone else caught this, but one reviewer, Loethlin, caught a major screw up in my last chapter. I said that Sirius had never heard the word bisexual before, but in the first chapter James suggests that Remus might've been bisexual. I'm so so so sorry about the mistake. Thank you Loethlin for catching that. I have absolutely no excuse for that mess up except cramps and a major memory slip.
On another note, I have resolved to update every day. However, that won't be happening on Friday, and probably Saturday. I have an FPS thing on Friday, so I will have no access to a computer, and on Saturday, I probably won't do anything, but sleep. But I will update on Sunday, unless extenuating circumstances prevent me. I'm sorry to any people who have really been dying for me to update, though I find it a little hard to believe my story's actually that good. I'd just like to thank all the reviewers, I wouldn't have even continued to write if it wasn't for you, I love you all.
James Potter had been in love with Lily Evans since first year. Well, to be fair, it probably wasn't quite love at that point, more like obsession, but over time it did develop into love. Even if James was absolutely terrible at expressing it. But Sirius wasn't asking James for advice on picking up people, he was asking James about love.
Because, to be honest, Sirius didn't know much about love. His parents had always told him that love made you weak. But Sirius didn't believe what his parents told him. He didn't love any of the girls he had made-out with, he was sure of that. However, he had always gotten a feeling that love meant that you felt like the person completed you. Well, he always thought Remus complemented him perfectly. Remus was everything Sirius was not. Remus was shy, book-smart, and rather delicate. On the contrary, Sirius was outgoing, clever, and pretty tough, or at least on the outside. On the inside he was just as weak and afraid as Remus appeared, just like he knew that Remus was extremely strong, how could he not be with what he went through every month? But as we said before, Sirius didn't know much about love, so he was going to James.
James was lying on his bed, updating his list entitled Ways to Make Evans Like Me. He was currently crossing off his latest attempt, which had been to have the house elves bake a rather large cookie, decorated to look like James's head, and present it to Lily along with card stating, Now I am good enough to eat. Lily had thrown the cookie at James's head, which still had a rather large red welt on the left side the forehead. Apparently the house elves had used a rather stale cookie.
Sirius walked up to James's bed and flopped down on the end of it causing an inkwell to tip over and spill all over the comforter.
"Sirius!" James exclaimed exasperatedly, as he cleaned his bedspread with a flick of his wand.
"Sorry James." Sirius grinned and ruffled James's hair, making it appear even messier than it already was. The grin faltered a bit as Sirius prepared to speak.
"James, can I ask you a question?"
James raised an eyebrow at his friend's uncharacteristic unease. If Sirius was embarrassed, then it had to be good. Extremely good.
"Well," Sirius began, "How do you know you're in love with Evans?"
The black haired chaser paused for a moment and scratched his head, appearing to be in deep thought.
"I suppose I just do. It's little things, you know? Like how everything she does seems just perfectly amazing to me. Or how a compliment from her can light up my entire day."
Sirius knew from experience that was true. Evans had once told James he smelled like a Tube Station. James had ecstatic the entire day; smiling goofily and getting a dreamy look in his eyes. Sirius and Remus, who both took Muggle Studies, hadn't had the heart to tell James, who didn't take muggle studies, that it wasn't a compliment.
"And then whenever she smiles, it's like a thousand butterflies are in my stomach. When I'm in her presence, and she's not screaming obscenities at me, mind you, it feels like everything is right in the world. Like I'm the luckiest man in the world. And I know that I would do anything for her safety and happiness; that I would die for her. I know it sounds a little dramatic, especially for a 14 year old, but it's true. I guess that's love. Why do you ask? Finally found the woman of your dreams?"
Sirius blushed and rubbed his hand across the back of his neck.
"Well…" James prompted.
"Not quite," Sirius began. He wasn't quite sure he was ready to tell James just yet. While he had apologized for freaking out about Remus's sexuality, he didn't think James had quite gotten over the fact. He shied away from Remus and sat as far away as he could from the werewolf during dinner and in the common room. James had also stopped changing in front of his roommates. While Sirius had always been more of the exhibitionist of the group, James had never had an issue walking around naked before. Now he refused to go in front of them, specifically Remus, without at least boxers and an undershirt on, though he preferred to have a little more than just that on. Remus had noticed this odd behavior and was acting rather hurt. While James was like a brother to Sirius, he wasn't sure if James would be able deal with Sirius's little revelation.
"But James, I'm pretty sure I'm in love."
James's smile became rather more like an evil smirk and he responded,
"Really! So who's the lucky bird that's finally managed to catch the great Sirius Black's eye?"
Sirius smiled softly at James and shook his head.
"I'm not ready to talk about it yet James, I'm sorry."
The bespectacled boy looked rather hurt. He looked up at Sirius with large hazel eyes, which resembled those of a kicked puppy. His lower lip started to quiver.
"But Sirius," the Quidditch player sounded on the verge of tears, "We tell each other everything."
Sirius rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Sorry James, but that abandoned puppy look may work on some people, but I'm the master of charm, and therefore infallible to it. I'll tell you once I'm ready."
James glared at his friend, and returned to his list with a loud huff. Sirius got up from his bed and flopped onto his own. He began to mull over his thoughts.
He hadn't lied to James; he was pretty damn sure he was in love with Remus. But he had only stumbled upon his feelings two days ago. That was a short time to realize you were in love and Sirius definitely wanted to take things slow. First of all, he wanted to observe how he acted and reacted around Remus. He needed to figure out how serious this was. He also needed a plan.
AN: I hope you liked it. For those of you who don't know, the Tube is the British name for the underground or subway. At least I think. If I'm wrong please correct me. Also, bird is slang for a girl, like chick or babe.
