A/N: Strange idea I came up with at 11:30 one night. Sirius and Remus at sixteen, featuring James. No slash.
"I'm staying at James's. I have my own room. I don't really know why. I mean, every other time I've stayed here I've just camped out on the floor in James's room, or Mrs. P conjures a bed. But this time they gave me my own room!
"Is this a good or bad thing, though? It's good when Prongs is bothering me I want some alone time, which is hard to come by here, seeing as it is his house. But, then again, does this mean he doesn't want to be around me? Do I snore? Has my hyper-active/suddenly very depressed personality finally gotten to him? Does he want me out? Am I really that annoying? AM I?"
"Padfoot?"
"Yes, Moonis?"
"Go to sleep."
"Why?"
"Because you woke me up at three thirty in the morning to tell me that you have your own room."
"Oh, sorry."
There was a long pause.
"You know, Moony, you look tired."
"Sirius, go to bed."
"No, honestly, you look all pale and tire and whatnot."
"Hmm... I wonder why?"
"What? I couldn't hear you?"
"Padfoot, go to bed."
"But, this isn't comfortable."
"You're the one who chose to sleep in the hammock."
"But I don't want to anymore."
"Then grab your sleeping bag and sleep on the ground."
"But then I'll get dirty."
"It's comfort or cleanliness, not both, Padfoot."
"Why can't I sleep inside?"
"You can, you just chose to stay out here like the rest of us."
"Why are we sleeping outside, anyway?"
"I don't know, ask James."
"Fine."
"No, don't-"
"Prongs?"
"I don't like lace."
"What?"
"Be quiet, Sirius."
"Oh, quiet yourself, Remus."
"Guys?"
"What Prongs?"
"Shut up."
"Okay, Prongsey."
"Sorry, James."
"G'night, idiots."
"Goodnight- HEY!"
"No, Sirius, don't tackle Ja-"
"PADFOOT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
THE END!
