Chapter Four

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" James sighed dreamily. He fell backwards onto his bed, a far-off grin on his face. "She wants me so bad." Remus just rolled his eyes as he sat at James' fairly unused desk, reading over a their schools list once more to make absolutely sure they had not forgot anything.

"Yeah," Sirius said, mocking James' dreamy state. "Like you were a slug on the bottom of her shoe." James started to agree with Sirius but then suddenly realized what he said.

"She wants me." James stated, very determined. His hazel eyes were glowing with anger as though he dared anyone to disagree with him.

"In your dreams, maybe," Remus uttered simply from the cherry wood desk. Actually, everything wooden in the Potter Mansion was made out of a cherry wood. It seemed to be Julienne Potter's personal favorite.

"Yes, and all of your dreams revolve around Alyssa Phoenix," James said smugly. Remus accidentally spilled the ink that had been at his elbow when James mentioned her name. Things like that had always happened when he was around Alyssa, as was proven earlier that afternoon. As though reading Remus' mind, James commented on the crash. "Did you do it on purpose, Remus? Just so you could hold her hand like you did?" Remus blushed red.

"Of course, I didn't do it on purpose, Prongs!" Remus sighed, as he quickly cleaned up the mess that he had made. "I was only following Sirius, the dolt." James suddenly smirked and turned his attention towards Sirius, who was looking up at the wall.

"It was you then!" James started to laugh. "You did on purpose, I bet my broom you did." Sirius started to whistle, which clearly told James that what he had stated had been the truth. Remus spun around in his chair.

"Wait! You purposely made me bump into Alyssa?" Remus' eyes filled with fury. "I could have hurt her!" Sirius rolled his eyes and walked over to Remus. He gently laid his hand down on his shoulder.

"Hey, me and Alaina went down with you two, if you didn't notice." Sirius said, with a lopsided grin. Remus rolled his eyes and turned back around to fold up his loose pieces of parchment.

"She so wants me." James muttered again, a goofy grin once again on his face. Remus shook his head and turned around in his seat to face his best friends.

"Yeah, James," Remus said, his face set stern. "Especially after that remark she made before you left. Hm, I think it was 'leave me alone'?"

"Just leave me alone." Sirius said correcting him and James glared at him. If looks could kill Sirius would most defiantly be dead. "I don't want to hear your voice."

"To even hear your voice, dear Mr. Padfoot." Remus said, as though he was a professor at Hogwarts. "You must learn to pay more attention, otherwise I will have to give you a detention." Sirius mocked a scared look and shrunk onto his knees, his hands in the air in a fake surrender.

"No, great Werewolf Moony!" Sirius groaned, as he went into a dramatic bow. James started to laugh, and clutched his side. "I beg of you! A torturous punishment to put on such a lowly boy! Your efforts must be focused on other things such as the object of your affection, or even how to destroy Mr. Prongs!" After this, James and Remus were bellowing laughter. Sirius stood up and bowed before them. "Thank you, thank you."

The next few minutes was spend laying blankets out on the floor to make semi-comfortable places for them to sleep. The boys quickly stripped off their shirts and jeans and laid down underneath the warm blankets.

"Why couldn't Peter come tonight?" James asked as he pulled his dark red blanket up to his bare chest. "I feel like I haven't seen him since last year." Sirius shrugged, but Remus frowned.

"He said his mother was ill." He whispered. "But I saw her yesterday, and she perfectly fine and happy. We stopped and chatted for a bit. She was wondering why we don't get together with Peter very often." Sirius sat up and rubbed his temple.

"But we invite him over here all the time!" Sirius cried, indignantly. "I have sent him an owl almost everyday since I ran away from home, and he still always gives excuses. I don't understand why he won't talk to us." Sirius laid back down again, his head buzzing.

"Have either of you realized that he uses the same excuse that Remus sometimes use to explain his disappearances from school...My mum was sick...not a very creative bloke is he?" James whispered and Sirius sighed.

"What a pity. I thought we would have rubbed of on him." Sirius shrugged his shoulders and rolled onto his stomach. This was clearly his way of telling his friends that he was going to bed.

"Good-night." James muttered as he too turned away from Remus and faced the wall.

Even if his best mates were prepared to rub this off, Remus wasn't so sure. Peter Pettigrew had been their best friend since first year, yet now he was acting strangely. It also didn't help that he kept thinking off the pretty dark blonde haired girl that he knew he could never get...

"Oh, she so wants me..." Remus was prepared to throw his pillow at James' head as he heard those words.

But it wasn't James.

It was Sirius.

Odd.