Whip It, Whip it Good
"I heard yours and Lily's fight last night." Sirius told Suzie once he found her in the library. Her clothes were crinkled and messy like usual, her tie wasn't missing though, that was a first. Her hair was let down and fell in front of her eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked once she didn't answer.
"What?" She looked up at him, rubbing her eyes. Purple lined her eyes. "Yah, I guess I am… Hey! I can feel my fingers again!"
Sirius frowned. "That's not funny, Suze."
Suzie put a freezing hand on his arm. "Don't worry 'bout me, Sirius. Or rather, don't worry about us. Lily's just a little wigged out about the whole 'I've-finally-realized-my-feelings-for-James-Potter'." She got up and kissed his neck. "Is it okay for me to miss the excitement of the rode? Honestly, if I had a good voice or if I could play the bass well enough, I'd form a band and we'd tour the wild world. Simon's my attachment to that, you know. There's no awkwardness between us, that's kind of weird and meaningful all at once. You're my boyfriend and Simon's my friend boy. Got it? Good. See you later." Suzie kissed him once more and took off.
"Sirius. Am I the only one worried about Suzie?" Lucy asked him at lunch. Suzie had skipped the first couple of periods and according to Remus, she was returning for the class after lunch, which just so happened to be the one where she and Sirius sat together.
"No." he replied darkly, stirring his soup.
"Good. I thought you'd thought Simon to be a saint. He's not a bad guy, don't get me wrong. But, Suzie's been arrested twice since she's met Simon, she's certainly already had too much liquor, drugs, and cigarettes. I'd much rather have you as a brother-in-law." Lucy said gently.
"Bugger-off Lucy. Don't go spreading anymore-ludicrous rumors about. Simon didn't bring that joint into the house, Bobby did and you know it because he offered it to you before Stewie took it from him and stomped it into mush. Anyway, Sirius, can I speak to you?" Suzie yawned slightly. She looked better then before, she had painted her fingernails a psychedelic purple.
"I don't like Simon."
"You don't know him. And I didn't expect you to."
"Good."
"Look, Sirius, it's a little weird right now and I don't want things to get all manic between us with secrets. My dad, Jacob, is getting married soon and shit, so that sucks. I want you to know that Simon proposed in Romania." Suzie sucked in her breath. "I, of course, said no, seeing as how there's no rock on my finger. I want you to know what kind of commitment that is in his world. Saying 'I love you' is like breathing most of the time, so is sex. Most of the time, it doesn't mean a damn thing. I fell in love with Simon because everything meant something. Marriage is like an eternal bond to him. So is being sober. He is, obviously working really, really, hard to get everything back to normal between us.
I want to give him a chance, if you'll forgive me for going on like this and practically saying that Simon's still in love with me. I was wrong to hate him. I'm also wrong to forgive him. If you tell me not to write or talk to him again, I won't. If you say it's okay, then I won't take advantage of your kindness and trustfulness."
"Okay… Fine. But if something happens between the two of you…" Sirius warned.
"I'll come back a dump you on the spot. I'm just kidding! Geez." Suzie kissed him in thanks.
There was a loud booming noise and some loud groaning from the storage closet to their right. Then giggles.
Sirius opened reached for the doorknob. Suzie leapt behind him, holding tightly onto his hand in mock-horror movie pose.
"James!"
"Lily!"
"Lily and James!"
"Half naked."
"Oh my god."