Gah… I wrote chapter two, then the wonderful evil-sami-poo asked if the next chapter would be a bit of Padders and company-ish interaction. Which is what I should have done in the first place, but did I? No… So thank you sami, you are amazing.
…anyways, chapter two! It's here! It loves you! It wants to be your new best friend!! (It has unrealistic expectations in a best friend, best not to befriend it at all…)
As always, I own nothing.
"Sirius?" James cooed to the bathroom door. "Oh Siiirius! Open the door so miser Wormtail and I can speak with youuuu…"
"Fuck off." Sirius replied from the other side of the door, and though he knew they couldn't see it, he made an obscene gesture.
"But Sirius, won't you just—"
"NO James. I'm annoyed. Really, totally pissed off. I don't want to deal with either of you, or Red, and I defiantly don't want to deal with fucking Remus." The raven haired boy half-shouted.
"See?" Peter pointed out, "When you say things like 'fucking Remus,' that's where people get the idea that you two are—"
"Shut the hell up, Pete." Sirius cut him off, poison in his voice. "Go lose some weight THEN we'll talk."
"Twat." Peter replied. "It's not MY fault you're in love with Remus."
"He's not." James pointed out.
"Well, he's not NOT in love with Remus," the fat boy insisted. "Otherwise all his crude humor would feature girls—"
"—And he'd always be hanging off some bird—"James added.
"—He MIGHT actually date a girl for more than a month—"
"—he may yet get married, and if he wasn't gay, he wouldn't call Moony's name each night—" James continued, relishing in the angry sounds coming from the closed bathroom. "—and you'd be denying that you loved him."
There were only two people, Sirius thought, that he wanted to kill with his own two hands. This list was now up to four, and James was the new very tip top. "Get this through your thick skulls you pricks. I AM NOT A POOFTER!"
"Fine," Peter mumbled, "you don't have to shout. I wasn't the one that asked… this time…" The fat boy pushed himself up, walking out of the dorm, mumbling all the way.
"Mate, I get it. But remember, I'm always around if you need to talk. Unless I'm snogging Lily, then you're on your own. But I'm fine with whatever you—"
"I'm not James; I'm really, really not." James fell silent; there was something sad, desperate about the way Sirius was talking to him. It wasn't the Sirius he was used to. It wasn't the loud, obnoxious, bullheaded, impulsive, can-smile-his-way-through-anything Sirius that James had come to know over the past few years. "I'm tired of people thinking I am…"
James opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't think of the words. How do you say I'm sorry for what everyone says? It doesn't make anything better if you, one person, say it, it takes the whole world to say it all at once, and actually MEAN it. And that will never happen. Never, ever.
"Can you leave now?" Sirius whispered, almost inaudibly. "I'd really like to be alone."
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Sirius sat with his back against the bathroom door. What WRONG with everyone?
He knew everyone, or at least a lot of people, liked Remus, and that was what always got in trouble. And that was what had certainly what had gotten him into this mess.
Last year, sixth year, Remus had done something stupid, and then Sirius did something much, much worse to get back at him, then Remus had…
"I absolutely adore you. I do, really! I-I can't think of how I'll live if we aren't talking, and I know you won't ever feel the same, but if we can't even be friends I'll—" the memory Remus told him, his voice quavering. "I'll kill myself!! You're the only thing keeping me sane, and I love you!"
Memory Sirius hadn't known how to respond except reassuring the other boy that they could still be friends. And Sirius did like being around Moony.
Moony was so- well, just so MOONY. He was a Prefect… who got high out of his mind on the weekends, and had random affairs with any guy he could find who would have a random affair with him. But then he got perfect grades, and every teacher loved him, and he was so freaking NICE to everyone. Which is probably why people loved him…
AND THAT IS WHAT HAD GOTTEN SIRIUS INTO THIS MESS!!
"I don't love you, Remus." Not-memory, but present-Sirius, whispered. "But I don't not love you…" he added, just in case...
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