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Summary: blah blah blah….Lily's stuck babysitting at James'house…Laundry is involved...(It's tiresome writing the same thing here every time…)

A/N: Ooooookaaaaaay….so, My spring break has been busy so far…I painted my room….Yay! It looks so awesome. Unfortunately, my poor little doggy, named Spike, has fallen ill. We think he might have had a spinal stroke (or worse) and he can no longer move the legs on his right side. Do to the fact that I've had to spend the past week sitting by him and sleeping on the floor occasionally, I haven't had a lot of time to work on this, hence why this isn't getting out as quickly as I would have liked. Nonetheless, you lovely reviewers have been fantastic, so thank you for your patience. Enjoy!

Washing James' Whites Chapter Six

Sirius Black was normally quite a jovial fellow. He loved to pull pranks, flirt with the girls, and sometimes he even did both of these things at the very same time. He however, was not feeling quite as jovial today. Perhaps it was because he couldn't get his hair to sit right. Perhaps it was because his shirt was wrinkled and refused to lie flat. Or perhaps it was because a certain James Potter had kept him up all night.

Now, don't be confused, Sirius was a true and loyal friend. He would help James with anything. But Sirius tended to be slightly grumpy when he didn't get his full eight hours of beauty sleep.

"James, would you quite pacing, you're making me dizzy."

Nausea was never a favorite feeling for Sirius. It brought back too many memories of when a certain prank had reached a whole new level of wrong.

"What am I supposed to do, Padfoot? Chelsea said I have to be her knight in shining armor…I don't know how…."

"We've been over this a thousand times, Prongs," Sirius sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face, "You have to be charming."

"I know…I know…But my charms never seem to work on Lily…"

James was still pacing, having ignored Sirius' earlier comment. He angrily ran a hand through his hair. Sirius groaned.

"This is never going to end."

Lily Evans was normally a very bright girl. However, she seemed to be lacking some common sense at the moment. She didn't seem to realize that if you failed to knock on some one's door, it wasn't very likely that they would open it. Perhaps she did realize this, and it just didn't really bother her.
James Potter used to be a prat. Lucky for him, he smartened up and realized that Lily Evans would never fall for him if he acted like an idiotic prick. Unfortunately, he still had to work on the "not acting like a idiotic prick" part. He had been doing well, for a beginner. But the stakes were high now, he mussed as he paced his room, and it was time to call in the big guns.
Remus Lupin had more common sense in his left baby toe than Sirius Black possessed in his entire body. This was why, when he received James' owl, he had already formulated a plan in the short amount of time that it took to floo over.
Chelsea Fanrae had the uncanny ability to know more spells than all of the Marauders combined. This of course, was why Remus Lupin called upon her to help in James' time of need. Chelsea had already brilliantly developed a spell to keep Lily at the door until they were ready for her.

"This will never work, Remus."

"Relax, James, Chelsea's a girl, she knows what she's talking about."

"Chelsea's a girl? I never notic---BLOODY HELL WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

"Oh come now ,Padfoot, you can't deny that you deserved that."

Chelsea grinned devilishly, still brandishing the book that she had, moments earlier, walloped Sirius over the head with. Sirius rubbed the growing bump on his head gingerly and cringed. James sniggered.

Sirius glared at him, "I hope you jinx your self."

Remus rolled his eyes and yet again tried to fix James' clothing. For some odd reason, James' shirt was permanently wrinkled.

"Here, let me fix it," Chelsea said, moving over to stand next to James. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at James' shirt. The wrinkles immediately fell out. Chelsea smiled proudly. Remus' brow furrowed.

"I knew you were good Chelsea, but not that good. I tried every spell in existence on that shirt."

Chelsea shrugged, smirking, "Whatever you can do, I can do better."

Remus lauaghed, but Sirius grumbled.

"Bet you can't pee standing."

"Bet I can make it no longer possible for you to pee at all," Chelsea fired back. Sirius gulped and Chelsea flashed him a demure smile.

James fidgeted as he looked at himself in the mirror. Sure, his clothes looked nice, but he still had no idea how to sweep Lily off her feet. Remus, sensing his nervousness, smiled.

"Alright James," he said, "Time for our game plan."

Lily had been staring at the door for a very long time before it finally dawned on her to raise her fist and on knock on the door. The door, to her surprise, swung open on it's own accord. Lily hesitated before stepping inside.

James was standing at the bottom of the stairs when Lily entered the house.

"Lily…"

"Potter," she said, her reply clipped and coarse in the silence of the large house.

James gulped, "Lily, I need to speak to you."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather just punch me, James? That seems to be the way you're communicating these days."

"Lily, you know I'd never hit you. I---"

"You what, James? You're a prat? No need to tell me, you've made it quite clear on several, if not a thousand, occasions."

"Lily, will you just let me---"

"No, James, I won't. I don't know why I even bothered coming here," She snapped, turning to headout the still open door.

The door snapped shut.

Lily whipped around to face James.

"Open it."

"I can't."

"And why not?"

"Because I didn't close it."

Lily clenched her fists, let out a bitter laugh and thundered down the hall. James followed her.

"Lily, please---"

Lily hurried into the nearest room and shut the door right behind her, slamming it in James' face. Lily looked around the room, leaned back against the door and slid to the floor. She put her head in her hands and let out a sigh from deep within.

James put his forehead to the door and shut his eyes, his face showing a disappointed grimace.

Upstairs, three disastrously devious teenagers sat facing one another.

"Ok Chelsea, show us what you got," Remus said. Chelsea pulled out her wand, and took a great deal of time getting ready. Sirius, still bitter about being thwacked with the book, grumbled, "Oh get on with it already."

Chelsea's eyes narrowed and she flicked her wand. A zipper appeared where Sirius' mouth had once been.

"Keep it zipped," she said, smirking, "Ok boys, here we go."

And with that, a blinding white light filled the entire room, and when it dimmed, the entire house was empty except for the ill little house elf hiding in the cupboard under the stairs.

A/N: Gasp! What now? Hahaha…I know what happens! MUAHAHAAAA! If your lucky… Perhaps I'll update very soon….Originally I was going to make this chapter much longer….But I decided to split it in two…..Review and I shall update faster!

--- SuperSpy