Bored and running out of ideas without going James and Sirius slash here...
Review? And leave me an idea?
"I. Do. Not. Know. What. To. Get. You." James said very slowly, staring at Sirius without blinking.
"Well good. Because I didn't get you shit."
They continued to stare at each other for a long moment until Sirius smacked James upside the head.
"Ow!"
"Fucker, my eyes are watering now."
"Deal with it bitch."
"But siriusly. And yes. I did just say that. I meant it too. What is your fucking problem?"
"I don't know what to get you! That's the problem! How can you not see that problem!?"
"Maybe because you woke me up at two in the morning to address it."
"Like you were asleep, I see your wank magazines over there."
"Fuck off Potter, just be glad your timing is good or else this could have turned very bad."
James stuck a tongue out and flopped down on Sirius' bed.
"But no...what the fuck do you want?"
"I don't want anything...what do you want?"
"Nothing..."
"Then we don't get each other anything. Problem solved!"
"That's...that's so boring though..."
"Maybe we're boring?"
James rolled over and fixed Sirius with a dull look. "Please."
"Fine, you're right. We're totally amazing."
"Obviously."
Sirius stared at the plain white ceiling, examining the weird water stain in the corner.
"Can we just boycott Christmas?"
"I wish..."
"Because I fucking hate this season. And I fucking hate spending all my fucking money and useless shit. And I fucking hate having pretend to be so bloody merry all the time."
"We could...just lock the door. Stay here."
"Can we? Please...?"
James shrugged and took his glasses off, kicking his shoes across the room. "Don't see why not...the more I think about it the better it sounds."
Sirius smiled, half out of relief, half out of lack of what else to do.
"Good, that's what I want for Christmas then. Go lock the door Prongs."
James groaned..."Why me...it's your apartment!?"
"Just lock the fucking door!"
And...tada!
Review? Please...? I'm begging you... :(