Saturday, 17:19,

"Frank took it pretty well then, eh?" Sirius swallowed his bit of chicken wrap, savouring the subtle spice of it. It took his date a little longer to respond due to the fact that he was chewing his food.
"Guess so. I've literally come out to two people in the span of two days." Remus groaned, closing his eyes and gripping Sirius' hand tighter. He could feel the eyes of Londoners looking down at their interlaced fingers, but with each stare, the tighter he held. As they advanced through London, the closed down Big Ben not much of a problem anymore, the clouds above began to darken and relieve themselves of the weight of thousands of raindrops.
"Sodding British weather." Sirius grumbled, letting go of the sweaty hand in his and shielding his hair. So he gets a date and it just has to rain? Damn the clouds and their needs to precipitate because they just couldn't hold it in!
"I should've checked the weather forecast. I'll escort you home then take the tube back or something." Remus sighed, glancing up at the crying sky.
"That's far too much walking. Come home with me. I'll be able to brag to James that I did actually score a fucking hottie." Sirius tried to growl attractively, but the wind blew his hair in to his mouth, making him choke.
"You don't have to. It's not too long-"
"It's only a five minute walk to my flat and half an hour walk to walk to the next tube stop. And even after that you'll probably have to walk a bit more. Please?" Sirius pleaded, eyes wide in attempt to win Remus over.
It worked, of course, because no one yet has conquered his puppy eyes, except maybe Walburga Black, but she doesn't have a heart anyway.

"Ok, just stating a possible scenario: what if your roommates think I'm an insufferable, scrawny little idiot and glare daggers at me?" Remus asked warily, the gold A19 slap bang in his face.
"You'll be absolutely fine, I swear. They're big prats, but not that big." he slid his key in to the door and turned it while Remus held his breath, his heart beating as quick as a near exploding ticking bomb. As soon as the door opened, he was hit with the sound of some documentary about dangerous cities playing on the low and two boys huddled beneath a thick blanket, stuffing and assortment of crisps ranging from Walkers' cheese and onion to hot chilli Doritos.
"Sirius, how'd the date go? He ditched you? Oh, thought so. It is what you deserve after doing my head in yesterday." a boy with black hair the shade of charcoal didn't bother to listen to a reply from Sirius and Remus instantly felt like he was intruding on a personal conversation.
"I dunno, James. Why don't you ask the man himself how it went?" Sirius replied through a fixated smile that was far too bright to be real. A blonde boy turned to look at his friend quizzically, and when he did, dropped his Mars bar.
"You can hardly call yourself a man-" so called 'James' was about to sneer at his brother but a flop of light brown hair caught his eye, "oh."
"Should I just...?" Remus gestured towards the door and was always getting ready to leave before Sirius locked his fingers with his.
"It's absolutely chucking it out there and I don't want my sweet, sweet sweetheart to be absolutely drenched by the rain." Sirius' lips contorted in to a foolish smirk and Remus let out a exhalation of annoyance, but the small smile given after gave it away as being fake.
"I like him already. Can we adopt him in to the band of Marauders?" James asked as Remus wondered what the 'Marauders' might be. He noticed the small, blonde boy nod in enthusiastic agreement with James.
"I second that."
"That's Peter, by the way," Sirius pointed to the blonde one, "and I'm sure you've already found out that that loud, asshat is James."
James made a comment of disapproval about him being not being an asshat, but most definitely a dickwad. Remus wasn't certain that was an improvement.

"So, Remus, your name is? Like, that boy raised by wolves or some shit?" James asked, hopeful to start a conversation with the boy perched on the edge of their large, 'L' sofa.
"Yeah, don't ask why my parents chose it. My mum was always quite bookish." Remus replied shyly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. James picked up on the fact that he said 'was' and didn't want to picture the worst, so ended up not asking about it.
"Don't worry, it'll never be as ridiculous as Sirius Orion Black."
James earned himself a cushion tossed to his face, knocking his glasses askew.
"They're always in a stupid fight and it usually ends up with them watching some teen rom-com cuddled up under three blankets and in each other's lap." Peter whispered, pointing his head in the direction of James and Sirius intensely glaring at each other.
"They do look like the sort to do so." Remus' head tilted as Sirius got up and squeezed himself between Peter and Remus.
"I know, they're pricks and I'm a thousand times better." Sirius slung an arm around Remus' shoulders, but since the body which he was snuggling up to was taller, it hurt his small, but still somehow strong, build. Remus didn't say anything back and instead swung the arm that was around his shoulders back in to the normal, comfortable position before settling on placing his hand in his lap, tracing small circles on his palm. Sirius seemed quite satisfied, really. In the corner of his eye, he could see James making the most ugliest kissy faces he'd ever seen, and his warning glance still didn't make him stop. He really wasn't ready for James to fuck up another thing!

"Sooooo, ever seen any good pranks during your time at Hogwarts? By the way, I just found out that since your last name's Lupin that Sirius had a huge crush on you. Did you know?" it was amazing how quickly James could talk without taking a breath and Remus found it admirable.
"I've seen a few good ones, like that time on Valentine's Day, fifth year, and somehow the whole hall was covered pink glitter little bursts of red glitter would be blowing in the candle holders of that chandelier thingy. Yeah, that was good, but I remember that I had to help clean it up." Remus took note on how the three other people in the room looked down sheepishly.
"Knew there was no crap ones." Sirius leaned back smugly.
"There was a shitty one on fourth year where Professor Dumbledore's glasses were hidden around the stone statues in the entrance hall and it could've been so much better."
"And how exactly?" James pouted, arms crossed.
"For starters, why use one pair of glasses when you can use fakes to make the search process longer?" Remus started to feel himself becoming more close with the group.

After going on on a tangent, Remus found Sirius to be swallowing up every word like a starved dog.
"We really should've fucking adopted him in to the Marauders in school."

"They're not usually that annoying." Sirius groaned as he replayed the past event of James showing off all of his baby pictures. Honestly, who knew an eighteen year old could be such a mum? He should've known he was going to pull something daft like that, anyway, especially seeing as they'd been friends for nearly eight years.
"I thought they were quite a laugh, really. I hope you enjoyed the little shitty wrap you ate and, er, yeah." Remus looked down at Sirius' shoes. Nice and black, thick rubber bottom, black tightly done up laces and black skinny jeans tucked in to them. Didn't look half bad.
"Stop insulting the wrap!" Sirius leaned up and kissed Remus' cheek.
"You need to stop doing that." Remus tilted Sirius' chin up and planted a soft kiss on his lips, flushing a pretty shade of fuchsia. It was a satisfying kiss with contrast that both particularly enjoyed, but Remus wasn't quite certain he was doing it right. On the other hand, Sirius said goodbye with a woozy smile and when entering back in to his apartment, saw James Potter stumble back from the door. It all became clear. He was a spying little twat.

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