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Yeah, I know it's late and I apologise. I was in a pantomime and the shows have been the last few weeks and it's just been insanely busy. I mean, I had to spend a lot of time on my school work so that I didn't fall behind and…Okay, I'm not gonna give you any more excuses, but just know that I'm sorry. Will you forgive me? Please?

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Disclaimer- I do not own HP (especially since he's not even born yet) or the Marauders and Lily. None of it is mine other than Carla and Mel, also the plot has come straight from the weirdness that is my brain!

Okay, now that that's over…I present to you, chapter 6!

A few hours later, and the six teenagers were all seated on the plane; the girls in coach and the boys in first class.

Lily, Carla and Mel were perfectly happy where they were. They were all sat talking and laughing excitedly about the upcoming holiday, at least they were until Mel started gushing on and on about how amazing Remus was.

Almost instantly, Carla got very bored of this and tuned her attention elsewhere. This left Lily to listen to Mel's ramblings alone.

She tried to pay as much attention as she could, but even Lily could only listen to how Remus's hair was just the most perfect shade of blonde, for so long before wanting to pull her own hair out!

But eventually, somehow she managed to get the conversation back on track by mentioning the villa and possible activities once they arrived in America.

James, Sirius and Remus, however, were not so happy about their current positions. Being stuck up in first class where the seats were too squishy to be completely comfortable, the atmosphere was far from lively and friendly and one of the stewardess's seemed to have taken quite a shine to Sirius, much to his annoyance.

The plane hadn't even left the airport yet and the boys already couldn't wait to get off.

"Merlin, Prongs!" Sirius complained as soon as the 'bloody woman' – or so he had christened her – finally left from checking on them for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. "Why couldn't we have gone in coach, like the girls did? Now I'm gonna be stuck with her breathing down my neck for the next eight hours!"

"It's not my fault! I wanted to go in coach, but my parents insisted that we go in first class! So don't blame me! You know just as well as the next person how much I'd rather be down in coach with Lily, but there's nothing we can do about it!" James announced, tiredly.

"Hmph," Sirius replied throwing his head back against the headrest, which only managed to fuel his irritation, due to lack of the regular stratifying thud that would have been made if he'd been sitting in a normal seat.

"Stop your complaining, Padfoot. You'll see Carla again soon enough," Remus said calmly, closing his eyes and trying his best to relax.

"Yeah, I know, but—WAIT! What makes you think that I like Carla?" Sirius exclaimed in alarm, snapping his head back up again, his line of vision whipping between James and Remus who were sat on either side of him.

"Pads, give it up, you completely blanked out when she kissed you! Normally you would have either snogged her right back or made up some kind of chat-up line on the spot. But as soon as she kissed you, you seemed to go into shock," James laughed, remembering his best mate's facial expression when Carla had just calmly moved away from him and continued reading! It had been priceless!

"Yeah, well I…um…Dammit, James!" Sirius cried, noticing that there was no possible way for him to wriggle his way out of this one.

"Just admit that you like her," James persisted.

"You guys are soo mean to me!"

"Admit that you like her!"

"What is this? Pick on Sirius day?"

"Just admit it!"

"Fine! Ok, yes, I like her. Are you happy now?" he finally confessed, his head dropping down unto his hands.

"Very," James grinned back at him, wearing a very smug expression.

"It's good to see that you finally seem to be maturing, Padfoot," Remus said passively.

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"NOOOOOOOOO!"

"What one earth was that?" Mel asked alarmed as the shriek brought the group out of the conversation that they'd been having about cooking duties in the villa (Lily had been elected as head chef).

"It sounded like an injured dog," Carla mused, looking around for any kind of sign of disruption.

"Oh, I do hope that they aren't mistreating any animals!" Mel cried.

"I doubt they are carrying any live cargo on this particular flight," Lily assured. "It actually sounded like it came from the first class compartment…"

"What—in the name of Merlin – makes that kind of noise? Especially considering that all of the people in first class are supposed to be quite refined," Carla said in confusion, twisting around in her seat to look in that general direction.

"Well, the Marauders are up there, and they're definitely not refined!" Lily laughed, shaking her head, remembering the 'interesting' time that they'd spent in the airport waiting area.

Didn't those boys know when too much was too much and when they needed to stop?

Of course they don't! She thought fondly. And that's why they're so nice—Hold up! 'Nice'? When have they ever been 'nice'? These are the boys who made your life hell from day one at Hogwarts! But I do guess that they have changed and become relatively sweet guys…Oh, Merlin, help me…

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"NOOOOOOOOO! No, no, no, no, no, no!"

"Padfoot, you're going to need to calm down!" James tried to soothe his best mate, but the only response he got was that Sirius's hands reached up to his hair and he began to yank at his prized locks.

"No, no, no, no! I will not mature, I won't!" he screamed, close to hyperventilation, puling harder on his hair. You knew things were bad when Sirius Black was messing up his hair.

"Padfoot, someday you'll mature. You'll get a job, meet a nice girl, marry her, and have children—" Remus started but he was interrupted by another hysterical yelling fit.

"GET A JOB! GET MARRIED? HAVE CHILDREN? No, no, no, I won't! You can't make me, Moony!"

"Pads! Take a deep breath; ignore Moony and his stupid theories! You don't have to marry and have children if you don't want to!"

"But, Prongs, I can't mature! I have spent years mastering immaturity, and to let it all go down the drain now…think of all of the wasted time pranking the teachers, pranking the first years, pranking the second years, pranking the third years, pranking everybody! And then also pranking the Slytherin's—OH MERLIN! If I mature I won't do that anymore! What sort of monster have I become?"

"PADFOOT! Just shut up!" Remus snapped, finally having enough of Sirius's hysteria. "If it's what you want, you can continue being a playboy prankster! You don't have to mature!"

"Really?" he asked, turning to look at Remus, eyes wide.

"Yes! Merlin, I knew not bringing calming draughts with me was a bad idea…" the poor werewolf muttered to himself. All of Sirius's yelling had hurt his sensitive hearing that he had thanks to his lycanthropy.

Sirius shrunk back into his seat and let out a loud sigh of relief. "Thank Merlin for that!"

"Is everything alright over here?" questioned a sugary sweet voice from next to them.

Sirius whimpered almost mutely and clamped his eyes tightly shut.

"Everything's fine," James replied coolly, in an almost monotone voice.

"Are you sure? Is your friend okay, I thought I heard shouting," the stewardess replied, batting her eyelashes in Sirius's direction, even though his eyes were very obviously closed and unable to see her.

"He's fine, but a little tired. He's going to sleep for the rest of the journey, so there's no need to check on him every thirty seconds. I promise you that if he needs his pillow fluffing, we can do it for him, thanks so much," James told her coldly in a way that wasn't open to negotiation.

She recoiled slightly, looking totally bewildered.

"You can leave us to it now," Remus added in a slightly more polite tone than James had used.

The stewardess looked between the three boys; her eyes hovering over Sirius for a bit longer before squaring her shoulders and walking back off, swaying her hips in a very over exaggerated fashion.

"As if!" Sirius snorted, opening his eyes just in time to see her disappear down the aisle. "I have more class that that!"

Remus cleared his throat before re-opening his book, choosing to ignore that particular statement; it was not worth arguing over.

"Um…Paddy? Remember Alisha Yanchs?" James recalled.

"No…" Sirius replied after a seconds worth of trying to put a face to the name.

"Blonde haired Hufflepuff," he tried again.

"Still no."

"Melted chocolate," the messy haired boy finally added with a groan, remembering the mess that their dorm had been in after that particular episode.

"OH! Her! Well….I guess you have a point…but anyway, I've moved on now! No more incidents like that with Huffies in a drunken state, Marauder's honour!" he promised.

"Well, I'm sure that that'll last a long time," Remus murmured under his breath.

"I'm hurt Moony! I thought you'd have more belief in me than that!"

"Yeah, but we all know what you're like. You skip from girl to girl weekly; you couldn't stick to one even if your life depended on it."

"Prooooongs! Mooooony's being mean to meeeeee!" Sirius whined to James.

"Moony, don't be mean to Padfoot," James said, giving him a stern look, waggling his finger at a disbelieving Remus.

"I just can't win with you two, can I?" he sighed.

"Nope!" they both replied, beaming angelically.

"Great."

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"Sooo, Carly…What's the deal with you and Sirius?" Mel pried, sitting up straighter in her seat to examine the blonde girl carefully.

"He's hot and a great kisser, what more to it is there?" she answered quickly, a little too quickly.

"Come on! You don't honestly expect me to believe that! How long have we known you now? Now tell us the truth!"

"He's a good snogging buddy, that's all," Carla tried to say in – what she probably thought was – a believable way.

"Carls, you're not a very good liar are you?" Lily said, smirking slightly.

"No," the girl in question sighed in defeat.

"So, how do you really feel?"

"Confused," she finally admitted, looking down at her hands in her lap.

"Why?" Mel pried.

"Because I use that technique on lots of boys, and never have I ended up feeling something for the victim by doing it. I've never felt a spark like the one I got when I kissed Sirius before."

"But why are you confused?" Lily asked gently.

"Because it shouldn't be happening and, to be frank, it scares the hell out of me that I might actually like him! I thought I hated him, but now…"

"Well, you wouldn't be the only one experiencing that particular emotion; isn't that right, Lily?" Mel said innocently.

Lily glared at Mel before meeting Carla's gaze and blushing beetroot.

"I don't like him like that," she mumbled, using her long hair as a protective curtain to hide behind.

"Oh, really now? Because you two seemed to be getting on pretty well back there!" Carla grinned, joining in on the interrogation now that she wasn't directly in the firing zone.

"Leave it, OK? We're just friends," Lily declared, still not lifting her head up to look at either of her friends.

"Friends…with benefits, more likely!" Mel giggled and Carla gave her a high-five.

"Shut up! It's not like that!" Lily defended.

"Not from what we've heard about your little session on the last day of school," Carla grinned, grabbing Lily by her shoulders and hoisting her upright so that they could look at her.

"That was different! It didn't mean anything!"

"Suuuure, sweetie. You just keep telling yourself that, whatever helps you sleep at night," Mel said nonchalantly.

"I mean it! It's not going to happen again. James apologised and that's that. We're both going to forget that it ever happened and move on, like responsible people," Lily said firmly, trying to find her place in the novel she'd been reading.

"Oh give over, Lils! Did James actually say that you were going to forget all about it?" Carla demanded, yanking the book out from in between the redhead's fingers.

"Well, he…I don't… I can't remember exactly…"

"Lily…" both of her friends said threateningly.

"OK! Jeez! He didn't say to forget about it exactly, but I'm sure that he would've if he'd remembered to, at the time," she explained quickly, trying to regain possession of her book, but failing as Carla lifted it further away from her.

"That's a load of rubbish and you know it! There is no way that James will want to forget that any time soon! Lils, the guy has been in love with you for years!" Mel protested, rolling her eyes at Lily's obviation to how one of the most sought-after people in Hogwarts felt about her.

"No he hasn't! He doesn't love me! Can we please just drop this now?" Lily begged desperately, in all honestly, the conversation starting to get to her. Love was a big word for someone her age, and the general idea of James Potter being I love with her was preposterous!

"Alright…" Mel sighed reluctantly. "For now, anyway."

"Damn, I wanted a confession of her undying love to the boy…oh well; I guess I can't have everything…" Carla mused, sadly.

"Hey! Stop it and leave me alone! You're just as bad with Sirius!" Lily pointed out, using Carla's momentary stunned disposition to snatch back her book.

"Very true…" Mel mused, an evil glint making itself known in her eyes.

"Oh no…" Lily said, trying to get as far away from Mel as possible. "I don't like that look at all. It means you're thinking of something evil!"

"Um…What was that you were saying about Remus's hair before, Mel?" Carla prompted, before thinking about the consequences of her actions.

"Oh! Well it's just soo soft and the most brilliant shade of blonde there is…" she started rambling.

"Well done, genius!" Lily hissed under her breath at Carla.

"Sorry! I panicked!" Carla apologised looking at her friend sheepishly.

"It'll take ages to shut her up now!" Lily cried, massaging her temple with her fingertips.

But then a loud booming voice prevented Carla from replying.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We'd like to welcome you on board this British Airways flight to Orlando International Airport. Flight duration is around eight hours and we are expecting a fairly smooth flight today. Prepare for take-off in approximately five minutes time and once again we thank you for choosing to fly with us! We hope you enjoy your flight!"

"Oooooh! We're going! We're going!" Carla squealed, jumping up and down in her seat, causing a few surrounding people to turn and look at her strangely.

"America, here we come!" Mel announced, momentarily forgetting about her daydreaming and joining in with Carla's bouncing.

Lily merely sighed at the both of them; she was sandwiched in between a pair of three year olds! She then routed through her handbag and popped a strip of chewing gum into her mouth. At least she would be ready for take-off.

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"I can't believe we're going to America!" Sirius exclaimed, before suddenly letting out a very loud 'whoop' of excitement.

"Shut up, Sirius!" Remus warned. "People already think you're mentally challenged, without the obviously childish antics!"

"Ouch," James chortled, laughing quietly. "He got you there, Padfoot!"

"I don't even care! Because we are going to AMERICA! We're leaving my dratted pure-blooded psychopathic relatives back in ENGLAND, whilst we'll be in AMERICA, with a group of SMOKING HOT GIRLS!" Sirius suddenly exploded, starting to do some kind of crazy happy dance, which involved a lot of arm waving and head-banging.

"Um, Pads? You are aware that you're messing your hair up, right?" Remus checked, trying to hide his smirk behind his book.

"On this particular occasion, I shall allow hair messing-up as a pre ritual of the AWESOME time we're going to have in AMERICA!" he shouted in celebration.

"Alright then!" James exclaimed, reaching over to scuff his best mate's hair, taking advantage of the fact that it would be entertaining to see his reaction.

"PRONGS! I cannot BELIEVE you just did THAT! Only I am allowed to touch my hair! How DARE you?" Sirius hollered, even though James was only sat a few feet away.

"Ouch, Padfoot, sensitive hearing, remember?" Remus moaned pitifully, using his fingers and stuffing them in his ears to brace himself for any future outbursts.

"Sorry, MOONY! I'm just sooooo EXCITED!"

"Really? We hadn't noticed," James said with a grin.

And then the plane started to move forwards. It quickly sped up, getting faster and faster as it made its way down the runway, receiving another loud exclamation from Sirius.

This was about the time that James, Carla and Mel all decided that they really didn't like aeroplanes.

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