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A/N: Hello! LONG time no see! I'm not going to give this story an update schedule because I'll never be able to stick to it. I've been awfully busy and time seems to never be around anymore. I really want to update this every other week, but that might not happen. I have funny plans for this fic that I want toget out of my head and post.So, anyways THANK YOU to EVERYONE who reviewed and read...you're all so lovely and I can't thank you enough! Enjoy!

My most precious hater of 'loud rumbling teenage driven death machines',

Moony! Alright? I've been given a miracle! In the form of an early inheritance from my uncle Alphard. Bless his newly banished from the Black family soul. He is welcome in the House of Padfoot forever. I just gave you a clue there, Moony! Did you pick it up? Huh? I know you did, you clever werewolf. I have a house! Well, an apartment; but close enough! And it's all mine. I have no furniture and I've all ready walked around nude thrice times. Prongs wasn't too pleased with that, but no one told him to look! It's all for you anyways, Moony! Can you see me winking lavishly? Give your cheeks a pinch for me. It's been a month since I've seen you. You have to come to my apartment. We're going to have a Marauder's High Tea….but with no tea and a lot more butterbeer. Peter's coming, for Merlin's sake. If you don't come I will be forced to do one of three things: 1. Get pissed and sob, 2. Get pissed and threaten Prongs. If he mentions that red headed nuisance one more fricken time…you won't be there to stop what happens, Moony! Pause on that, or, 3. Get pissed and come pick you up….on the deathtrap, normally referred to as The Black Bitch. Woof, woof. Can you hear my motorcycle? It's coming for you! Send me a reply as soon as you get this. Prongsie says hullo and I love you till death do us part and I better see your face here tomorrow or you won't have one!

-Sirius Orion "Padfoot" Black etc. etc. Esquire

When Remus got off the Knight Bus, he had one thought: Why am I here again?

Remus had taken the bus from his home set deep in the country side, (free roaming for the growing werewolf), all the way into the heart of London or where Sirius's new apartment was.

Sirius sent Remus an invitation a day until he agreed to come. It's not that Remus didn't want to come…actually it is that Remus didn't want to come. Remus was enjoying his Sirius free, Lily free, summer. He had forgotten all about that whole "thing" during the month he's been away from school. That was until he got Sirius's first letter and it became ALL he could think of.

On the other side, the light side, Sirius was Remus's best friend; and he really missed him.

So that is why Remus is here, outside of Sirius's apartment, wondering if it's too late to turn around and go home.

Sirius hates his family. He would tell you that he hates the whole lot of them, but that would be lying. He loved his Uncle Alphard, (rest his soul). Ok, maybe he loved Uncle Alphard's money slightly more than the man himself, who was actually very bitter in real life, and out of touch with reality; which is probably why Sirius still got his inheritance. Uncle Alphard had no clue that Sirius was banished from the family.

First, Sirius used his inheritance to upgrade his motorbike. His first one could have been filed under the word 'missing' because that's what one of his wheels was. It's a flying motorbike! Did it really need two wheels? Landings for Sirius were always messy. Not anymore though. Now Sirius has a nice new shiny motorbike that he actually bought, not "borrowed".

Sirius gave James a new broomstick, bought James's mother a garnet necklace, and James's father a new watch since his old one got broken…somehow. James's parents were grateful, but when James told Sirius, (while laughing madly), that the greatest gift he could have given James's parents was Sirius moving out, Sirius took him seriously.

The next day, though James's mother put up a spectacular effort to stop him, Sirius moved out of the Potters' and into a loft in London above a bakery.

He's put on a little weight over the past month. Just a little; a fraction of a fraction of a pound. Sirius is still as tall and as muscularly lanky as ever.

Sirius' apartment is the picture perfect starter apartment for the average heir. One bedroom, but a large one. The sitting room was even larger, housing an odd collection of furntiure that Sirius picked out without Remus or James. They might have made better color choices.

Sirius pushes his silky black hair out of his stormy eyes, as he leans over his brand new lime green couch, smoothing out nonexistent creases. He thinks about all that he will do on this couch. Sleep, eat, sit, sleep some more, eat a lot more, snog a few lucky lasses. Oh the fun he will have…

Sirius sprang up into a standing position and leaned eagerly onto the window over the armrest of his couch. He thought he caught a quick glimpse of a familiar purple bus out side of his apartment, but there was no such bus there now. Instead something, someone, was standing like a statue on the sidewalk; gray strands in tawny hair catching the glint of the high sun.

"MOONY!" Sirius screamed, pulling his window open, and sticking the top half of his body out of it. "MOONY! STAY THERE! I'LL BE RIGHT DOWN!" Sirius slid out of the window and started towards the door. "Hey, Prongs," he called into the small kitchen that stemmed off of his living room.

James stuck his messy haired head into the living room. He had something powdery and dark all over his nose. "I heard," he said. Sirius beamed at him and exited the apartment with puppy like excitement.

James wasn't jealous. Nope, not him. Jealous? No. James Potter would never be jealous. He especially wouldn't be jealous of his best friend. His brother, his partner in crime, the boy he used to share a bedroom with for almost two years who has now moved out onto his own, into a cool loft, in a cool part of town and didn't even bother to ask if James wanted to move in with him because he was being nice and not upsetting James's parents anymore than he already did when the real reason was that its cooler to live on your own and do your own thing and sit in your very own living room being cool.

No; James wasn't jealous.

If anything, James was a little sad. Sirius and James have been inseparable since the fifth week of their first year. They don't discuss those first five weeks of school when they hated each other because they were both equally good at everything, and therefore neither one could be the showoff they so longed to be. The final battle was when James ordered Peter to choose which boy was better at throwing paper airplanes into the fireplace. It was the first time James or Sirius saw another boy run away scared, crying his beady eyes out; it bonded them for life.

But, now that was all over! Sirius moved out into his own apartment, and James was in a new serious relationship; it was mostly in his head, but it still deepened the hole, which only James saw, between him and his best friend.

James has been sending letters to Lily Evans all summer so far…and actually getting real responses. Not "Leave me alone, Potter" but "Talk to you soon, Potter". Lily wasn't comfortable with using his first name yet. James didn't care, though. Lily could call him Pooper and he wouldn't care because she's pretty, and smart, and nice, and sweet, and feisty, and funny, and…

"Um," Peter said, standing on his tip toes, peeking over James's broad shoulder. "I think that's enough water."

James quickly shut the faucet off, and laughed. He had been measuring water…with his eyes closed and an odd smirk on his face.

Peter and James were given one job by Mother Hen also known as Sirius: making the brownies. Peter didn't know why on Earth "Make Brownies" was on Sirius' list of "Today's Chores" but it was and Peter and James quickly nabbed it before they were forced to "Clean the Shower Drain"; Sirius had really long hair.

In all actuality, Peter would do anything Sirius told him to. He was just glad to be there, to be included. A lot of times, Peter felt left out. It was always James and Sirius, Sirius and Remus, Remus and Sirius, James and James's reflection.

Peter does a lot of sitting and watching. Over the years, Peter has gathered so much information about his friends. Peter's just spacey; really, really spacey. He comes off as being stupid, as Sirius has pointed out to him on many an occasion.

But, Peter knows more than any of them have even fathomed. Even now, Peter knows something that James doesn't. Besides how to make brownies, Peter knows what is in Lily's letters.

If Lily held James at wand point and told him to tell her every topic she touched on in her letters to him, James would be joining the headless hunt.

If Lily held Peter at wand point and told him to tell her every topic she touched on in her letters to James, in the process admitting that James breeched her security by spilling every personal thing she had written, Peter would scream "Why do you think Sirius and Remus are dating?" before he joined James in the big Shrieking Shack in the sky.

As punishment for moving out, James had refused to read any of Lily's letters to Sirius; not that Sirius was in tears over that. James read each one to Peter instead and Peter did something Sirius would never do: he actually listened. James was too busy squealing over the fact that Lily wrote "Love, Lily" or "I miss seeing you at school" or "Isn't is hot outside?" to notice that the end of each letter had something like "Is Sirius missing Remus?" or "Does Remus come to see Sirius a lot?" or "Really, how do you feel about Sirius and Remus dating?"

Peter wondered sometimes how James managed to pass any of his classes.

Remus was given a warning. Anyone within a fifty mile radius of where he was standing heard it. Yet, Remus still somehow didn't move when a black haired boy sprang at him, tackling him to the ground.

And is that gum he's sitting on?

"Moony! How are you?"

"Ulo, Adfud," Remus coughed out from under Sirius' forearm. Sirius laughed and sprang to his feet in only a way Sirius could. He reached down for Remus's hand and pulled him up. Remus couldn't help but laugh along with Sirius, even if he didn't really know what was funny. Sirius had that effect on Remus. One look and the two would be incompressible with giggles; sometimes there was a silent secret they were sharing, sometimes they were both thinking of different things, and sometimes they just laughed because they felt they should be. It was just one of the odd things that were a part of Remus's and Sirius' friendship.

Sirius leaned against his door, and bumped it open with his hip. As Remus walked in he couldn't help but smile at the strong smell of wet dog that hit him immediately. But there was another smell, almost stronger….it was making him want to drool.

"Moony!" James wailed, skipping in from the kitchen. He was wearing a frilly blue French Maid style apron. James squeezed Remus in a tight embrace, cracking his back and lifting him slightly off the ground.

"Nice apron, mate," Remus laughed. James scowled over Remus's shoulder at Sirius.

Again the smell of melted chocolate crawled up Remus's nose. "Brownies?" Remus mumbled, sniffing the air.

"You rang," Peter trilled, thumping out of the kitchen with a tray piled with the perfect brown squares. "Hey, Remus."

"Hey, Wormtail; you baked?"

"We both did," James commented, eyes narrowed with annoyance. "Sirius made us."

"I," Sirius began, sticking his nose in the air smugly. "Am the host of this house. And when the host has guests it is polite to serve those guests their favorite food. Go on Moony."

Remus's eyes lit up and he reached for the brownie balancing on the very top of the pile. "Hold it," James commanded, grabbing Remus's hand. "Padfoot, you made brownies for Moony, because Moony is your guest?" Sirius nodded. "Well…what about me and Wormtail?"

"What about you?"

"We're your guests too."

"Yeah."

"Well…"

"I'm not following."

James sighed. "Where's my favorite food?"

"Oh, Prongs," Sirius laughed. "Remember when you came this morning and I gave you those Bott's beans?"

James stared openly at Sirius. Sirius held his hands out and raised his eyebrows, looking at James like 'isn't it obvious?'

"So, Moony gets homemade brownies….that you didn't even make," James shouted. "While we get Bertie Bott's that you probably stole from me anyways?"

"Prongs," Remus finally spoke up. He had been staring from Peter, who was looking at Sirius with an odd distant look on his face, to Sirius and James, to the brownies, and he couldn't take it anymore. "I'm a werewolf….let me have my brownies."

James rolled his eyes, and grabbed a brownie stuffing it fully into his mouth.

After the brownies were eaten, the tour was given, the many jokes about the bedroom and "where the real magic happens" were played out, three Butterbeers each were drunk, Sirius tried to make them play spin the bottle, and Sirius made out with his own shadow instead, James found himself delightfully giddy.

"It should be here any minute. You know an owl brings it?"

"What?" Peter shouted. "That's freaky."

Remus laughed despite himself and took another sip from his Butterbeer. He was still on his first, though no one really realized. Remus was sitting across from Peter and James, on a cushy armchair, with one leg curled under him and the other being sat against by the full weight of Sirius. After a moment of silence, James let out a high squeal and threw the window open.

A white and brown owl glided into the sitting room, hovering over the boys' heads for a second before it landed on Peter's knee. James tore the letter off the owl's leg, which was harder than it sounded given the fact that he was shaking with joy. The owl snatched Peter's offering of a brownie crumb before he flew out the window.

James sat up, clearing his throat. "Prior to tonight, I was boycotting reading Lily's letters to Sirius…but I feel that tonight, in honor of him snogging the wall…I will share this with everyone."

"I knew snogging Shadow Me would lead to bad news," Sirius grunted. He stood up and threw himself back down on the large armrest of the chair Remus was in. Remus was too happy to move over, so he just leaned slightly against Sirius' torso.

James cleared his throat again. "Dear James-" James paused, eyes wide.

"Wow, Prongs she used your first name. How exciting. Let's not take a year and drool over it, we don't have that kind of time."

"Padfoot, let him have his moment," Remus scowled. "Kick him or something Wormtail, I think he froze."

Peter shoved James with his foot.

"Sorry," James said. "Dear James, I'm sure Black's apartment is very nice, and doesn't smell like boy too much. I'll think about visiting, ok? Not promising though, so don't get your hopes up. I miss school a lot, too. Life around here is quite on the boring side; when I'm not scaring my sister…she thinks I can shoot lasers from my fingers. You have to meet her! You'll never believe we're related. Anyways, I have to make this letter short because my Mum needs me to come wash dishes. It would be really nice to come and see you. I probably will. It's so nice of you, James, to help Black get settled into his own place. Is Remus staying with him? If he isn't, then he's probably going to be over there often, huh? I hope someday I'm just as in love as those two. Talk to you soon, James. Love, Lily."

James sighed contently and sunk back against the couch. Sirius, though happy for his friend, hated lovey dovey stuff and was busing himself with braiding Remus's hair instead of listening. Peter was staring at Sirius and Remus as if there was a large hulking monster creeping up behind him. Remus was staring with an identical look at James and his letter. Was James making this up, he thought.

"James," Remus called. He extended a shaking hand to James. "Can I see that letter?"

"The brownies," Peter shouted. Everyone turned to look at him. "The brownies."

"What's your issue now?" Sirius shouted back. "Ow!" he screamed from his new place on the floor. "Moony! Why'd you push me?"

"James!" Remus grabbed, James's letter and held it behind his back. "James, tell me what Lily said in this letter?"

"Love, Lily."

"And?"

"Dear James,"

"And?"

"It would be really nice to come and see you. I probably will."

"And?"

"I'm just as in love..."

"Forget playing Memory, Moony," Sirius said. He sat back down in the armchair and patted his legs. "Come back here, I'm not done with you."

Sirius was talking about braiding Remus's hair. Peter wasn't a mind reader.

"She's right! She's right!" Peter shouted, pointing at Lily's letter, which James somehow got back into his hands. "The brownies!"

"What?" James shouted.

Peter uncharacteristically grabbed Lily's letter from James. "I didn't believe it either, but…"

"What are you talking about, Wormtail?" James asked, looking serious for the first time since Remus arrived. Remus just stood there, seeing where this was going.

Peter moved closer to James, so that his mouth was an inch from James's ear. "Remus and Sirius are in love with each other, Prongs," Peter screamed.

And it went in the wrong direction, Remus thought.

"They're…what?" James asked, over the ringing in his ear.

"They're in love with each other," Peter repeated.

"Now, listen. We are not-"

"Moony," Sirius called. He had been oddly quite the whole time. "Come here and put that sexy hair back in my fingers!"

"Wow," James said.

"See?" Peter said.

"Not helping," Remus mumbled, covering his face in his hands. Accursed Butterbeer!