Yeah...I updated. I hope y'allllllllllllenjoy it. I'll just say it was a birthday present for Ruby. My home girl. My amigo. My sistaaaa. Just in case...you know, you cared.
Oh yeah. I don't own anything. Really. Except...well...stuff, but nothing in here. Besides the word Muffily and the characters Delia and Calia.
Salut.
Oh, also, the fact that people actually gave a damn about my story really made me feel happy inside.
Just thought you should know. Yeah, I ramble. It's a flaw.
Lying around James' room, Sirius had an idea.
"Let's play a game!" Sirius said excitedly, bouncing up and down.
"Sure, sounds like fun, wha-"
"No drinking games," Delia interrupted quickly, "oh, please, we have to be slightly responsible…but only for tonight."
"I feel we need the classic game of Would You Rather."
"Aren't you guys glad I taught you that?" Delia asked.
Sirius cleared his throat, "Right, I'll start, would you rather lick a bum's armpit –thoroughly mind you- or chew off one of his toenails?"
James, Remus, and Delia all made faces of disgust.
Delia raised her hand and asked, "Can you pick neither?"
"Nope." Sirius replied, obviously enjoying this.
"Toenail." Remus spoke suddenly, "definitely."
Delia nodded in agreement.
"I'd do the armpit, personally." James replied.
Delia turned slowly to face him, a look of disbelief on her face.
James just shrugged.
"I'll go next," Remus volunteered, "would you rather-"
"Please don't let this one be disgusting." Delia interrupted.
Remus smiled, "-walk into the Dining Hal stark naked, or have a nice snog with Snape."
Delia moaned, "I said nothing disgusting!"
Sirius and James spoke immediately, "Naked."
Delia pondered for a bit, "How long would you have to snog him?"
"Uh, five minutes, I suppose."
Delia thought for a moment before replying, "Snape."
The room fell silent.
"What! I have my pride, you know."
"But still…" Sirius tried.
"Moving along!" Delia exclaimed.
"I'll go," James offered, "would you rather read all day or go outside all day?"
"Read."
"Outside."
"I would go outside and read." Delia replied, smiling.
"Smartass." James muttered as Sirius smiled proudly at her.
"Who's turn is it now? Oh! Me, uh, would you rather…not know what your name was, or not know how old you were?"
"Uh, name?"
"Yeah."
"Sure."
"Right-o," James said, "Sirius, I believe it is your tur-"
Suddenly, they hear a loud and persistent tapping on the window. Getting up from his position on the floor, James strode to the window and let the noisy owl in. John, looking slightly perturbed just flew over to James's desk and stuck its leg out. James grabbed the letter and began to read out loud,
"My beautiful Cordelia,
I always knew we were meant to be together, but I guess you took a bit more time to realize it. In 4th year, those idiotic boys you hang out with pranked me with a love letter from you. I was devastated. It made me hate them even more, scum that they are. I have a surprise for you. Write me one more letter and I can make both our dreams come true.
Yours with undying love,
Severus Snape"
After finishing, James looked over at Delia who was sprawled out on his bed. Delia wrinkled her nose before saying,
"Ugh, gag me with a spoon!"
Sirius, who had been laughing silently to himself while James read the letter, now looked at Delia for a second, swallowed and rubbed his hands together, his mischievous grin in place as he spoke,
"Well, we obviously have to write back."
Delia just put her face in her hands as James smiled, the same mischievous smile,
"Any ideas?"
Sirius's grin widened a bit as he spoke, "A poem."
Remus just snorted as Delia stiffened slightly on the bed, her head still in her hands. Sirius looked over at Delia for a moment before striding over to James's desk, grabbing a quill and a new piece of parchment before beginning to write.
Thirty minutes later the remaining three teenagers were starting to get a bit weary.
"Bloody hell Padfoot, are you writing a full page?" James inquired with a bewildered look.
Sirius just turned to him quickly before replying in a very hushed, serious tone, "A poet cannot be rush!" And just as quickly as before, Sirius turned and continued working.
Now, it was Delia's turn to snort as she rolled over on her side and propped her head up with one hand, she was about to say something when Sirius slammed the quill down on the desk and looked around the room proudly before saying, "I have finished the masterpiece."
The other three gathered around James's desk and read the poem silently together.
"I have loved you
Forever
With your greasy hair
And black
Eyes
I hope to
One day
Have children with
The same
Black eyes
My, how time flies"
Delia was leaning over Sirius's chair and he could hear her smiling before she spoke up, "I love the fact that you didn't bother to rhyme until the two last lines."
"This took you thirty minutes?" Remus inquired trying to repress his laughter.
"What?" Sirius said looking from each person in the room, slightly wounded.
"Nothing, mate, it's just," James tried to voice what the other two were trying to say, "writing probably isn't a profession you should look into when your older."
Remus nodded and Delia widened her eyes slightly in agreement. Sirius slumped over in his chair, but you could tell from his eyes that he wasn't the least bit sad.
Delia giggled a little before reaching over him and signing the parchment quickly before folding it up attaching it to John and sent him on his way.
A few hours later…
Delia was on the floor flipping through a Quidditch magazine. Sirius was lying on his back on James' bed staring at the ceiling. Remus was reading some book and James was throwing a tennis ball at the door and catching it while he was doing that, he said to Delia, "I didn't know you liked Quidditch."
WHACK!
Without looking up from the magazine, she responded, "I don't, but who knew there were so many attractive Quidditch players-don't even say it Sirius!"
Sirius made a face at her after he closed his mouth.
WHACK!
"I was never that interested in sports, probably because I'm a total klutz-oh! He's not wearing a shirt!" Delia eyed the picture of handsome Hayden Robinson greedily as it winked and smiled back at her. "He's pretty." She murmured. All the guys in the room rolled their eyes and grumbled. Delia looked up,"Oh shut it, if one of you had your picture taken without your shirt on, I'm sure girls would go crazy for it."
Remus shifted in his seat before he spoke, "That's kind of weird though, I don't want dozens of girls being obsessed with me and eyeing up my physique every chance they get!"
"Well…hate to break it to you Remus, but…they already do."
WHACK!
Sirius sputtered indignantly, "What about me?"
"Oh please," Delia exclaimed, rolling her eyes, "like you need a confidence boost, but I'm sure one or two girls in our school find you attractive." Delia looked at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Remus tried to stifle his laughter.
Sirius sat up from his position on the bed, crossed his arms and turned his head away from Delia.
WHACK!
"Aww, is baby Sirius upset?" Delia asked in a mocking tone.
Sirius turned his head even farther away from Delia and a very audible "Humph." could be heard from his mouth.
Delia got up and stood right in front of him. Sirius tried to turn his head even farther away.
Delia pouted, "I'm sorry you're such an egomaniac."
WHACK!
"Humph."
Delia pouted again, "Don't be mad, I love you."
Sirius sighed as he turned his head back towards her and uncrossed his arms:It's suck a shame, I can't ever be mad at you."
Delia smiled brightly as she went back to lying on the floor, "Now, where was I, oh right, Hello Mr. Robinson."
TAP! TAPTAPTAPTAP!
The startled teens looked towards the window, spotting John, Remus let him in. Remus opened the return letter from Snape immediately, it read;
"You'll pay."
"That's it?" Delia asked.
Remus looked at it again, "Uh, yeah."
Delia and Sirius looked at each other, "Shrug." They smiled at each other. Then Delia turned to the group,
"Ok guys, I need you to do me the biggest favor." They all turned to stare at her, "Get out."
"Wh-"
Delia started pushing them out of the room, "Only for a moment, I have to write a letter." Then she shut the door, leaving 3 very confused boys staring at the door. Finally james spoke up,
"I hope she doesn't go through my things…"
"Why," Sirius asked, smirking, "have some stuff in there you don't want her to see?" His eyes glinted mischievously.
Suddenly, a voice spoke through the door, "You know, I can hear you guys. Oh, and ewah!"
"Dearest Calia,
Hiiiii. How's life? I'm here to save you from a dreadful (and painful) summer with your brother, Olive. I moved as you know, but guess who I moved next to. James and Sirius. Damn straight. And apparently now Remus too. Do come quick…as soon as this lovely loving-ly letter reaches you, just floo on over to Jamssssss house. Come join me darling…for the summer to end all summers.
All these things into position.
What?
Huh?
Waiting in the waiting room?
And you? What do you have to say for yourself?
This one's optimistic.
This one's pessimistic.
Dutchess of Fork
Cornelius Hutchinson
AKA Me
P.S. The best you can is good enough.
P.P.S. Oh I read that book…series that you're reading now, it wasn't bad I suppose, a bit too 'out of this world' for me. I mean come on, vampires? Witches that don't go to proper schools? A gang of kids fighting the forces of evil? Come on. Werewolves that play in bands, though…grooooovy.
P.P.P.S. (I spoke too soon)"
After sending the letter to its soon to be owner, Delia bounded out of the room happily, not seeing her fellow amis anywhere on this floor, she decided to go down the stair,
"Guys?"
"We're in here, D." she heard Sirius call from the kitchen.
Delia walked in and saw the guys pigging out. She jumped and say on the top of the counter, legs swinging as she stared at them, "Uh, when you're done trying eight the same as an elephant, wanna go outside?"
(I'm trying to speed things up a bit because apparently it will take like 67 chapters to get to Hogwarts with the rate I'm going)
James ran his hand through his hair while asking, "So-"
"Let's play tag!" Sirius exclaimed, jumping up and down.
"Not it!" Delia shouted.
"Not it!"
"Not it!"
"Oh, bugger." Remus swore.
The teens looked at each other for a brief second before sprinting in different directions.
Remus sighed before chasing after one of them.
15 minutes later it was completely dark and Remus had no idea where any of them were. James' back yard was so huge, it was almost pointless. He leaned against a tree trying to listen for footsteps or breathing or singing…anything really, hey, he was playing with Sirius and Delia, chances are, one of them might sing a little tune to kill time. Then all of a sudden, he felt someone right behind him, a voice whispered in his ear,
"Betcha can't catch me."
Then he saw Delia sprint away from him into an open field.
Remus bounded after her. She was a fast runner but after a while he was catching up. He grabbed her by the waist and they both fell to the ground from the sudden stop.
Both breathing heavily and looking up at the night sky, Remus spoke between gasps,
"You're…It."
Delia smiled before getting up, wiping the grass off her pants and helped Remus up.
"Wish me luck." She whispered before running off in some direction.
"Good luck!" He shouted after her running figure.
Sirius hated to admit it, but he was a little scared. He's been hiding behind this rather small bush for about 20 minutes, and not once did someone pass by,
'What if I got lost? Or…they got lost…or something will come and eat me!' He thought to himself.
He was contemplating his gruesome fate when he heard footsteps.
"Delia?" He whispered, 'I'm saved! '
The footsteps stopped abruptly right in front of the bush he was currently hiding behind.
"Sirius? Where are you?"
Abruptly, she saw a hand shoot out from behind the bush she was standing in front of, grabbing her own hand and dragging her behind it. She sat down cross legged next to Sirius as he asked,
"Remus is still It. I presume."
"Shrug." She turned to him, studying his face in the moonlight before she spoke,
"Nice hair."
Sirius' hands immediately shot up to his dark locks, trying to feel what was wrong with him. "What's-is there something in my hair!" Sirius asked shrilly.
Delia laughed, "Sirius-" She reached to still his hands but stopped, instead she said, "your hair is beautiful, I was just commenting on it."
"Oh." Sirius let out a relieved sigh. He studied her face for a moment; the moon only lit up half her face, but her eyes still sparkled brightly, radiantly.
Delia suddenly looked up at the sky, "There sure are some bright stars up there."
Sirius opened his mouth.
"Don't even say it Sirius."
He chuckled softly, then spoke,
"I wonder where Remus is."
"Shrug, probably hiding."
Sirius turned to her, "But-"
Delia uncrossed her legs, leaned towards him and whispered in his ear,
"You're It."
Sirius swore as he got up, "You…trickster."
Delia, still on the ground, looked up at him and giggled, "Thanks."
Sirius sighed, "Wish me luck." Delia watched as he walked away, down the path. When eh was gone, she whispered, "Good luck."
After another riveting hour of Tag, the four teens found themselves sitting in the living room, talking about nothing.
"Hey James," Delia asked out of the blue, "can I talk to you for a moment?"
James shrugged as he stood up and followed her out into the hall.
"Is it ok if Calia stays the night here too, because I kinda invited her over to stay at my house and you know, since I'm here…?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, it's no problem, say when is she coming?"
"Uh, flooing, I presume, and-"
"Hey guys, I'm here!" A voice shouted from the living room.
Delia smiled before she ran down the hall and jumped on her best friend.
Delia and Calia squealed happily before they started talking extremely fast to one another,
"You moved! Is it-"
"Eh, not bad, you know, how was-"
"Fine, glad we're connected, am I-"
"Yes, just for tonight though-"
"As far as you know, right?"
"Exactly."
"Oliver is being so annoying lately; all he does is bother me."
"I'm sorry. You look pretty today…if that's any condolence."
"Thanks." Calia smiled. She did look pretty, she was wearing her black rimmed glasses which she said, "have character," her dark brown locks, curled and framed around her pale face. Standing at a petite 5' 3" she kind of looked like Delia…only different.
Suddenly, James cleared his throat and the two girls turned to look at Remus, Sirius, and James, who were all staring at them.
"What?" They asked in unison.
"We talk fast…it's a thing." Delia spoke up.
"Hey guys." Calia smiled and walked toward them, giving each a hug. "So, what did you do today?" She asked.
"Nothing really." Delia supplied, "We talked lots…played games…ate…James took a nap…"
"We pranked Snape." Sirius declared proudly.
"Wow." Calia replied sarcastically, "You guys…always doing something different."
Sirius made a face at her.
Remus' heart soared.
The group all sat around the living room, talking quietly. Remus, who was sitting on the floor next to Calia turned to her and asked,
"So, how has your summer been?"
Calia shrugged, "Not bad I suppose." She sighed as she pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. "Did a lot of reading." She mused.
He smiled, looking away, he asked, "Have you thought about what you want to do after Hogwarts?"
Calia brushed her hair away from her face as she answered, "I don't really know, I'm thinking about something in literature, maybe a journalist, or perhaps something in lycanthropy."
"Lycanthropy, hmm. Why that?" Remus asked carefully.
Calia shrugged, "I've always been interested in the study of werewolves, not sure why, maybe it has something to do with my name," She looked at him, "Accalia was the protector and foster mother of Remus and Romulus in that Roman Story, you know, the wolf story."
Remus smiled and looked down at his lap, almost shyly, "Yeah, I-uh, I remember the story."
They looked at each other briefly before looking away, staring at their laps.
Silently.
Across the room, on the sofa, Delia watched them, smiling softly. Sirius, who was sitting next to her glanced at her, then followed her gaze.
"They're so awkward." She said without turning to look at him.
This time, she did look at him with a confusing glance, "Wh- oh! About them, uh, well…I haven't really thought that far into the plan…I was too busy thinking how to get them together. We could just leave them alone as often as possible."
"That could work," Sirius mused as he sat back against the sofa and spread his long legs out, "but do you really think they'll just admit it, one day, when they've been hiding it from one another for almost seven years?"
"Shit. You have a point."
All of a sudden James walked over and laid across their laps, "So what are you guys talking about?"
Delia rolled her eyes as Sirius explained the situation to James.
"Well," He put his hands behind his head, "we could play Truth or Dare."
""That is the tackiest idea I have ever heard, Jams, I'm disappointed."
"Yeah," Sirius agree, "and uh, Prongs, mate, could you move your head, it's making me uncomfortable."
Delia snorted as James got up and sat in between them, "Well, we could try it."
"Let's not and say we never did."
"Why?"
"Uh, because Calia would murder me, and before that, there would probably be some maiming…"
"Also, tacky." Sirius finished.
"Hey guys: James shouted across the room, ignoring his friend's protests, we're playing Truth or Dare."
Delia cringed as she put her head in her hand.
"I'll go first." James offered.
"No," Sirius interrupted quickly, "I'll go first." He glared at James for a second, "D?"
"Hmm?" Her voice was muffled since she was still hiding her face in her hand.
"You know the drill."
Delia sighed, "Truth."
"What was your last dream about?"
Still muffled, "A werewolf who played bass guitar in a band."
The boys stared at her strangely as Calia smiled at her, "Yeah, he's basically the grooviest guy ever, I officially love him."
"Me too!" Delia replied, muffily (I don't think that's a word but go with it). "James, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Delia sighed and then asked in complete monotone, "What is your favourite, uh, color." Them she murmured something that sounded vaguely like, "This is so embarrassing."
"Red."
"Fantastic." Delia replied.
James cleared his throat, "Remus, truth or dare?"
Delia, head in hand, shook her face slowly.
"Um, truth I suppose."
Sirius started shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
James opened his mouth, "Do you-"
"Say Sirius," Delia spoke up abruptly, lifting her head from her hand, "wanna go in the kitchen?"
Sirius almost jumped up, "Sounds like a plan."
They both bolted for the kitchen.
"Cowards." James whispered.
Delia paced back and forth on the kitchen tile, murmuring, "This is not good, not good at all." to herself.
"D, calm down, it'll be fine."
She stopped abruptly and turned to him, "No it wont! Because…they'll find out and blame me instead of James and hate me because I told him their secret, even thought Remus never REALLY told me, I mean, it's totally obvious to anyone really, but still, what will happen? I don't know what's going to happen and I don't want them to get their hearts broken this is not the way it's supposed to happen, I don't want that all I want is everyone to be happy and I know I'm being melodramatic but I'm really worried about this and-"
"Cordelia!" Sirius said, moving to shake her shoulders, but stopped, "It's going to be ok, alright?"
Delia sighed, looking up at him, her golden eyes glinting, "Promise?"
"I promise, and hey, I have something that will make you feel better."
Delia eyed him inquisitively as he led her to a chair, walked over to the middle of the kitchen and said, "Now this is highly embarrassing, but if it makes you feel better than it's worth it." Delia smiled. "Ready?"
She nodded.
Sirius cleared his throat, "Never mention this to anyone, and pretend… I'm in a banana costume.", then he started singing, well it wasn't really singing…it was more like shouting with a tune…loud…extremely loud…and off-key.
"WHAT TIME IS IT! IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JEEEELLLYYYYY. IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JEEELLLLLYYYY."
Delia stared wide-eyed at him as he began to dance this weird hip rotating arm shaking thing, his ebony hair singing back and forth and he shook his head along with his little 'tune', and he still continued to sing,
"DO THE PEANUT BUTTER JELLY! THE PEANUT BUTTER JELLY! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY WITH A BASEBALL BAT! DO THE PEANUT BUTTER JELLY WITH A BASEBALL BAT! WITH A BASEBALL BAT! WITH A BASEBALL BAT!
Delia tried to hold it in as long as she could but after a few fruitless seconds, she busted out laughing. When he finished he noticed she was rolling around on the floor trying to catch her breath, between giggles, she managed to say, "Sirius…that was…the oddest thing…I have ever….seen…you do."
"Why thank you. Feel better now?"
Delia nodded, getting up, "Thanks, I needed that."
Sirius smiled down at her from his tall 6' 3" height.
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat by the doorway. Delia and Sirius whirled around.
"So, Remus, what did James ask you anyway?" Delia asked nervously.
Remus looked at Calia out of the corner of his eye for a second before saying,
"Well…"
Five minutes before, in the living room. Fllllaaaassshhhhhhhbbbaaackkkkkkkk.
Remus watched as Delia and Sirius practically bolted into the kitchen.
'What the bloody hell? Why did they run off like that? Went for a quick snog or something probably. Are they going out? I doubt it. But then again…' Remus rambled on in his mind, but stopped abruptly when he noticed James trying to say something to him.
James cleared his throat, and tried again, "What was your last dream about?"
Deer in headlights, 'Shit!' He thought to himself, 'I can't lie. I'll just vague it up a bit.'
"Um, well, I was talking to you guys about something and, er, well, um, I-I was sitting next to this beautiful-"
"WHAT TIME IS IT! IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JEEEELLLYYYYY. IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JEEELLLLLYYYY."
The trio immediately turned their heads towards the kitchen as they heard Sirius….singing.
End of le flashback.
"Well, he asked me about my dreams."
Delia sighed and slumped her shoulders, the tension leaving her body, suddenly she yawned,
"Guys, I don't know about you, but I am exhausted, I'm going to get changed and go to sleep."
"Sounds like a plan." Remus replied, stretching, he just realized how tired he actually was. "Uh, James, where are we all sleeping?"
James shrugged, "Just pick a room, there's dozens."
Calia walked out of the loo, faced washed teeth brushed, hair pulled up in a ponytail, clothed in her pajamas.
She yawned as she padded down the hallway, noting that the first doors on the left and the right already had lights turned on, she walked to the closest dark room and walked in.
She sighed as she flipped the lights on and found a room filled with bookcases.
"Perfect." She whispered as she grabbed the first book she saw and sank into the warm bed.
She glanced at the spine, "Nine Stories, J.D. Salinger. Delia's always talking about this book like it's her religion."
Calia noted that the novel had been read and reread so many times that the cover was about to fall off. On the first inside page she noticed Remus' name scrawled beautifully. Calia sighed again as she ran her fingers over his name.
Without even reading a word, Calia turned the light out and laid in bed, the novel pressed against her chest.
Remus strode into his room and turned the light on. Noticing there was someone sleeping in his bed he nearly jumped in shock. Walking over, he kneeled down next to the bed and found Calia, sleeping peacefully. Noticing that she was holding a book in her arms, Remus almost made a grab for it, and stopped. She was holding Nine Stories. She was sleeping with his favourite book. Remus smiled as he stood up and walked over to his dresser. After he changed clothes, he walked over to Calia's sleeping form again. He studied her face for a moment before gently grasping her glasses that were still perched on her nose, and placed them just as gently on the night stand. Remus sighed as he studied her face once more. This was one of the few times he could look at her; actually look at her without other people, or herself, noticing. Remus brushed a curly strand of hair away from her face, causing Calia to shift in her sleep and start to wake up. Noticing this, Remus jumped as far away from the bed as possible and tried to pretend like he was doing something.
Calia yawned and stretched. Opening her eyes, she spotted Remus nervously shifting from foot to foot. Sitting up she said,
"Oh, I didn't know this was your room, I'll just find-"
"No! No, no," Remus interrupted her, "It's fine, I'll go somewhere else, it's fine."
Calia looked at him skeptically. Remus then walked over to the door and opened it.
"Wait-" Calia said quietly, just as he was about to step over the threshold.
Remus stopped abruptly and turned towards her,
"I'm not really tired anymore, let's chat, unless you're too tired…"
Remus shrugged as he shut the door and strode over to an armchair directly across from the bed. He crossed his legs Indian style before asking,
"So, what do you want to talk about."
Calia shrugged, "How's life?"
"It's good now." He replied boldly. He watched as she got up and walked over to the bookcase, she found the book and placed it back.
Remus took a deep breath as he watched her walk back to the bed. His bed.
'What would Delia expect me to do in this situation?' He asked himself as he studied her face. He knew the answer, but he didn't really want to actually do it. Remus took another deep breath, diving right in,
"Accalia, I have to tell you something, and I'm not entirely sure if I'm ready or not."
'Great start, you idiot! You'll scare her.' He chastised himself. Then, he noticed that Calia smiled softly at him, which she always did whenever he said her full name, that's probably why he always said it.
She raised her eyebrows, urging him to continue.
Remus unfolded his legs and leaned forward, 'What am I doing? I don't deserve her! I can't give her anything except pain, and a lost friendship. Why am I even bothering?' He asked himself bitterly, but he wasn't expecting an answer, 'Just do what Delia would have wanted you to.' Remus sighed and leaned forward, "I'm going to be completely honest with you…" 'Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…' He ran his hand though his hair, "I know this is sudden but…when James asked me about my latest dream, I was going to say that I was 'sitting next to this beautiful woman' 'Shitttttt. Can't back out now.' Remus was having an eternal battle in his head as he continued, "But you see, I was kind of vague, because in the actual dream, I was sitting next to...to you, and you were, my, um, you were my, uh," Remus looked down at the floor and finished the sentence in almost a whisper, "my girlfriend."
Remus cringed at the silence as his head went crazy. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This was not supposed to happen tonight? Why did this happen?' and again, his brain answer the question for him, 'It was supposed to have happened a while ago, you idiot, but you had to do the Noble Act and say 'I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy! I don't deserve her! Pillock.' 'Hey!' 'Nancy boy!'
Great. One side of his brain was calling the other side names. He was going crazy. So crazy, that he almost forgot what he just told Calia.
Almost.
He took a chance and looked up at her. She was still staring at him, in wide-eyed shock. She was about to say something when Remus continued,
"I-I remember the first day I met you, on the train our first year. I remember being so nervous and lonely, and then I walked into a compartment, and there you sat. Reading. I swear, that was the first day of my life. That was when I first met my best friends, and you. I think…I think I was blind before I met you." Remus swallowed a lump in his throat, his mind still going crazy, he looked into her eyes, "I've tried to forget about it, move on, but, I realize now that…that I need you Accalia."
Remus shut his eyes, trying to think of what to say next, what to do next. His brain eerily silent for once in about twenty minutes. Suddenly he heard Calia ask,
"Truth or Dare?"
This was not what he was expecting.
"Wh-what?" He asked, shocked.
"Truth or dare." She asked, not giving away emotions in her face or eyes.
Remus stared at her briefly before replying,
"Uh, dare?" He didn't know why he picked dare, he never picked dare.
Time seemed to stand still as she smiled the biggest smiled he's ever seen on her, she took a deep breath,
"Kiss me."