AN: A bonus chapter for all who enjoy the antics James and Sirius get themselves into. I had no intention of adding this +1 chapter, but I'm sure you all are not objecting. I don't own anything related to HP. PS: This chapter is dedicated to dramionefisher, YOU SO ROCK!

The kitchen in James' smelled of homemade bread and delicious tomato soup. He ran about the room trying his hardest to make a perfect meal. James Potter was a lot of things, a cook was not one of those things. The clock was getting ready to strike five; he had been in the kitchen for three hours already.

Since he started to make what he decided was the best dinner ever (James Potter only crafts excellence), he had managed to burn not one, but three roast beasts, he lit one of the kitchen towels on fire twice, and burned his hand on the oven door.

After rubbing burn cream on his hand, James decided for simplicity in his dinner. His results were tomato soup and muggle boxed brownies. But it wasn't enough. He need more than just a bowl of soup and re-hydrated brownie mix, baked in an 375 degree oven for 15 minutes. He needed something romantic, but cookable for the 18 year old teen.

It was while James was pondering what else he could do for his girlfriend for the romantic dinner he promised her that Sirius walked in.

Sirius whiffed the air and wrinkled his nose a little. The place smelled like tomatoes and anyone who knew anything about tomatoes knew the devil was behind the plump red vegetables.

"James! I will not have my best friend turn to the dark arts by eating those fiendish tomatoes!"

James' attention snapped over to his friend, "Padfoot, for the last time, tomatoes aren't the work of the devil. What's in your hand?"

"Fluffernutters. Remus used up the last of the marshmallow fluff we stole from the one girl whose name was also Lily," Sirius held out the dish filled with tiny graham cracker sandwiches. James took a few and munched on them happily.

"So, what is this you have going on, if it's not Voldemort's dirty work."

"I am making dinner for Lily," James said. "But all I can make is bread and tomato soup."

"You can't make pasta?"

"Of course I can make pasta, I just can't make sauce for the pasta!"

"What's wrong with the red kind? I had that for dinner," Sirius rubbed his stomach.

"You mean the kind with the tomatoes?"

Sirius froze, "that has tomatoes in it?"

"Yes. What did you think it had?"

"Beets?"

"Those are purple."

"Dangit! My family is getting to me one way or another!"

"TOMATOES ARE NOT EVIL!" James shouted. "Now, will you please help me? I need to make this dinner perfect for Lily."

"Why?" Sirius popped a fluffernutter into his mouth.

"Because tonight, I am going to make Lily mine, for-ever."

Sirius choked and sputtered, "alright Prongsie! You leave this to your good pal Sirius. I'll make sure this is one night to remember."

"Thanks Sirius," James breathed. "Now, my plan is to pick Lily up in ten minutes, take her to this nice, secluded, area in the park, you know the one, but I don't have the area in the park ready. Can you go over there and set everything up?"

"You leave it to me. You just go get Lily and everything will be ready when you get there."

James nodded while putting his soup in a thermos and putting the thermos in a basket with a couple of bowls, spoons, forks, napkins, a bottle of wine, and a some glasses. He wrapped the bread in a dishcloth and set that in the basket too. He quickly glanced at the clock and figured he had time to make a quick salad before getting ready and picking up Lily. She wouldn't mind if he was a little late.

Twenty minutes later, James was running down the stairs making sure his pockets had everything they were supposed to hold: wand, handkerchief, and ring box. He was already ten minutes late from picking up Lily and Sirius was poking around the kitchen.

"Don't forget the picnic basket!" James called on his way out the door. He heard Sirius shout something at him and figured it was reassurance. He apparated to Lily's flat, hoping she wasn't too mad at him.

As James raised his hand to knock on the door, it flew open. Lilt stood in an elegant skirt with a flowery blouse on. Naturally she was gorgeous which made James swallow hard to keep his mouth working.

"Sorry I'm late, I was making sure everything was perfect for tonight," he said.

"Why? It's just a simple date," Lily said. James could hear the bite in her tone.

"Because...because you're worth it!"

Lily smiled and gave James a hug. She was still mad at him. James took her hand and apparated her to a spot near his designated picnic spot. It was dark and the stars were shining bright, perfect scene.

"James, your shoe is untied," Lily pointed out, breaking James' plan run through.

"Oh, thank you. Why don't you go on ahead and I'll catch up," James stooped down to his shoe and saw out of the corner of his eye, Lily walking ahead. This turned out to be the biggest mistake he'd made in a very long time.

As soon as James stood up and started for the picnic spot, he ran into Lily.

"Where are you going?" James asked. She gave him a cold look and pushed him out of her way.

"You are an insufferable toerag, James Potter! Goodbye!" Lily disapparated with a pop, leaving James confused.

"Wha–" James wandered over to his picnic spot. There were some candles floating in the air, lit up, illuminating the blanket. The blanket was covered in rose petals, which seemed a bit odd for a picnic, but added a romantic touch. James was about to conclude there was nothing wrong with the scene when he noticed the picnic basket was missing.

"Sirius! You forgot the picnic basket!" James shouted at the sky. He banished the scene with one wave of his wand and furiously went home.

Walking into his house, James saw Sirius, Remus, and Peter sitting around the table, enjoying the soup and bread he made for Lily.

"Back so soon James?" Remus commented, "this soup is delicious by the way."

"Sirius, what the hell!" James roared.

Sirius looked at James incredulously, "what do you mean, 'what the hell'? I did what you asked me to do!"

"You forgot the picnic basket! And now you are eating it!"

"Oh, this was for you and Lily?" Peter asked spooning in the last drops of soup into his mouth. "There's still some left for you, James."

"What do yo mean I forgot the picnic basket? You weren't having a picnic!" Sirius defended.

"Yes, I was! What do you think the soup and bread and salad in the basket was for?" James cried. "Lily and I were going to have a lovely picnic, look at the stars, one of her favorite pass times, and then I was going to ask her to marry me!"

A look of shock and embarrassment slowly crept onto Sirius' face, "you were going to propose?"

"Yes, I told you that!"

"Oh."

"What did you think he meant?" Remus interjected.

"I though that you were going to...you know...yeah," Sirius rubbed the ack of his neck bashfully.

"No, I don't know what, please explain to me why I have gone back to being an 'insufferable toerag'."

"Well, I thought that you, the two of you were going to...well, you were going...you know, with the flowers and the candles and the wine."

James, despite receiving a clear answer from Sirius, was beginning to piece together what he was trying to say, "you mean you thought we were going to..."

"Yes!" Sirius cried.

"In the middle of a park!" James felt he was going to be sick.

"It sounded weird to me too, but I trusted that you had a plan and I went with it!" Sirius explained.

"In the middle of a park?"

"I put privacy charms up, if that helps any?"

James ran his hand through his messy hair. Now that his relationship with Lily was over, he might as well spend the rest of his days eating Rocky Road ice cream and watch telenovelas. He will live vicariously through the muscular, overdramatized men who fall in love and marry every girl in the town. It will be a good life until his character is killed off in a random car accident.

"Sorry James," Sirius said.

"It's fine, this gives me the opportunity to brush up on my Spanish. I'll change my name to Juan Carlos and try to make it in the telenovela industry," James trudged over to the couch and collapsed on it. He wasn't sure how, but he had managed to fall asleep.

While sleeping he had a dream about Lily. She was wearing far too much make-up and only spoke in Spanish. When James opened his mouth, all the words he was saying came out in Spanish too.

In the dream they were arguing, James couldn't figure out what since he didn't understand the language, but he could tell it was a fierce argument. Then, the French front doors of the house they were in burst open and Fabio on a white horse galloped into the sitting room where he and Lily were at. Lily was swept off her feet with Fabio's lucius locks of billowing hair and bare chest. He hoisted Lily onto his horse and two rode off into the sunset.

James woke with a start. He was about to fix the glasses on his face, but noticed they were on the nearby coffee table. He sat up and came face to face with Lily. She was sitting at the end of the couch James was laying on, reading a book. He recognized it as one he picked up for grins and giggles and then started to read because it was there and he was bored.

"Is this what you read in your free time?" Lily asked, looking over the top of the book. She disappeared behind it's pages.

"No, I just found it sitting on the shelf and started flipping through the pages," James blushed. The only thing worse than your girlfriend thinking you only wanted to get with them, is to have them discover that he was reading a book with Fabio on the cover. Even worse than that was the book title, "Rough and Tender."

"You know, my favorite is "Texas Touch"," Lily smiled. James had a subtle feeling his shot at being with Lily Evans wasn't shot.

"Did I ever tell you that I thought about changing my name to Juan Carlos?"

AN: THE END! Make sure you leave a review! Ps: Texas Touch and Rough and Tender are actual Fabio books. PPS: does anyone know how to post a new story? i would be enormously grateful for the info!