Monday, 19:15,

"So your last name's Lupin and you went to Hogwarts, meaning that you were that cute boy in the library that I had a crush on?" Sirius asked, not believing the surreality of it all. He had just finished explaining to Remus how much the table they were sitting at meant to him for it was the one he sat at when he accidentally sent jumper boy a message, to which Remus replied in a laugh of what a sap he was.
"It seems so. Though I must say, someone of your 'league' would probably be suspected to go for normal people." Remus put emphasis on the word 'normal' and that made Sirius scoff.
"Normal people are boring. I'd much rather go for ridiculously attractive boys with cute hair and a sarcastic nature that nobody else can top. They're pretty damn great. Especially with their lovely hot drinks." Sirius nodded his head towards the to-go, paper cup in Remus' hand. Remus preferred getting those sort of cups because there was always a big chance he wouldn't finish his hot chocolate in the café and it was better for the environment so that was a plus.
"You're such a flirt..." the brown haired boy's voice came muffled from the folds of his jumper as he submerged his head lower in to his arms (just letting his eyes peek out) as a way to cover his blush.
"Oooh, is that a little bit of pink I can see on ya cheeks? Did I just make the cutest person alive blush?" Sirius teased while Remus groaned, now covering his eyes too. Now, Remus was never a social butterfly and was, in fact, better at talking through text because at least when you do that, you have a full thirty seconds to sound like you're a funny person, but when talking to Sirius, it felt natural. Maybe they knew each other in a past life and that's why it's so easy, or maybe it's sheer luck that he isn't being a total dork for once. Oh my god, what if he is being a total dork but Sirius is just too nice to say?
"Stahp..."
"Oh my gayness, you actually say that in real life! Your adorableness is just getting too much for me." Sirius tweaked Remus' nose as he began to lift his head, feeling the heat leave his cheeks.
"Who the fuck says 'oh my gayness'?"
"This bitch does. That's literally what my initials stand for. Son Of a Bitch."
"Your initials are SOB?"
"Sirius Orion Black, ex-son of Walburga and Orion, at your service." he put his hand to his torso gracefully as if he were bowing sitting down. Biting the inside of his cheek, he refrained himself from wincing as he watched Remus' eyebrows furrow just a little bit. Yes, he was the flesh of the horrid and notorious Orion Black. The worst one in the whole family who just so happened to marry the foulest woman ever he noted down in history?
"Like, for real?"
"They disowned me for a reason, love. Don't let your views on me change." Sirius smiled, but it was laced with bitterness.
"Oh, they weren't changing. You seem nice enough and I'll take that. Besides, fucked up stuff are in everyone's family." Remus shrugged nonchalantly, making Sirius' smile grow warm and anything negative leave him. He knew he was catching feelings again. He'd been catching feelings long ago when he first started letting his sap of a personality show but now, he wouldn't mind snogging Remus hard while tugging at his hair. No, not at all.
"Thanks." he felt himself say, but oh, how his heart was turning to mush. Only two other people (James and Peter) accepted him with open arms when they found the true nature of his family, and while girls and boys at Hogwarts would have midnight talks of 'how great it would be to have Black's body towering over you', they knew that there was a big chance he'd end up just like his family: prejudiced and snooty. So as he aged with the years, the lust for him did not die out, but the will to gain a close friendship with him did.
"You're welcome for actually having a brain?" Remus replied uncertainly.
"Seriously though, what's the thank you for?" he let confusion riddle his face as it sank in to the lines of bewilderment on his forehead.
"Or do you mean siriusly?" Sirius winked dramatically. Remus rolled his eyes.
"Maybe I should've just been a twat to you then I wouldn't have to deal with your god awful puns."
"Aww, you're saying I'm not punny?" Sirius pouted, revealing his lethal weapon that most label the puppy eyes. They could make Donald Trump less of a racist if he tried hard enough.
"I have like, sudden urges to either slap you or laugh my guts out." Remus put his middle and index fingers to his temple, letting the others lay across his glasses that were not really necessary for where he was. He slid them off and put them on the table.
"Do I deserve a punishment?" Sirius pushed it to the limit and Remus held in his laugh. Damn, this boy was beautifully bad. Not only in his puns, but it seemed his personality followed the same lines.

"You see to be awkwardly inspecting my face and it's actually turning me on." Sirius admitted suddenly while feeling the evening air on his face. This made Remus' eyes flash away from his high cheekbones that would look absolutely spiffing in a painting and captured in light.
"I'm sorry for turning you on? But anyway, without sounding like a creep, you have a pretty nice face. Jeez, that took a lot of courage." Remus added in an undertone as he turned away to gaze at the serene sunset.
"I know." Sirius replied calmly, studying his nails.
"And I would like to paint it. On an actual canvas." Remus blurted out choppily and Sirius smirked smugly.
"Ok..." he drew out his word, allowing Remus to give details.
"Um, tomorrow. After I finish work, you can meet me outside the bookstore. I-if you're free, obviously. Then you can come to mine and shit will be fine and dandy." he grinned hopefully and Sirius nearly squealed. How much more adorable can this guy get?
"I can always make time for you and don't fuss, work finishes at five for me."
And with that, he stepped forward and kissed Remus' cheek.
"Enjoy your drink." Sirius gestured towards the cup of lukewarm hot chocolate in the taller boy's hand. All he could do was nod frantically.

As Remus walked the streets, each sip of his drink was a mouthful of stars, each one dancing in elegance on the tip of his tongue.

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i'm actually pretty proud of this chapter. this is the second time i'm writing it because i didn't like the original and boy am i happy i did! this one was a bit longer because the previous chapter was a bit short and i completely agree with anyone who thought that. i hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing it :). oh, and my little comment about trump wasn't meant to offend anyone (thanks vsparkle11 for suggesting that i bring it up just in case lol) and i'm deeply sorry if it did. i don't exactly have an excuse for why i did it so this apology is all i have.
see you next millennium