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Remus didn’t think Peter was a bad roommate. While he could sometimes be a bit naïve, he was nice. He knew to leave Remus alone and would buy snacks he would let Remus take from without ever complaining. Now that didn’t mean that he was the perfect one either. He could be very messy and he and his loud friends would hold parties here now and then. Tonight was one of those nights. Remus couldn’t blame them though for the party tonight, it was the last day of school and the tiny apartment was packed with people getting wasted. The only exception was one of the two tiny bedrooms where there only was a tall boy was trying to ignore his hunger so he could finish last chapter of the first Narnia book.
After having read the same sentence five times, he gave up and prepared himself to go out and find something edible. Just coming out in the hallway reminded Remus why he hated parties. It was pretty much boiling out there due to the crowd and Remus had to zigzag his way down to the kitchen to not get crushed by the guests. He was amazed how many people fit in the same apartment it sometimes felt like they barely had place for a couch in.
Remus thanked the gods when he saw Peter had ordered pizza for the party, nobody would notice if he took a slice or two, right? Paper plates were placed next to the pizza boxes and Remus snuck a slice of margherita and one of the mushroom pizza before stealing a Fanta from the fridge and so his journey back to his room. Once again zigzagging and having apologise to a couple of gusts he accidentally stumbles into.
Relief washed over him when he reached his door, only for it to disappear when he opened it. In his bed laid a half-naked couple in the middle of making out. Remus felt himself go stiff, they needed to get out, now!
“Excuse me, this is my room, you need to get out” he said, slowly walking into the room, trying to ignore the bra thrown on the floor. The couple didn’t seem to notice and kept going. Remus braced himself, ready to repeat himself when from the doorway, a voice loudly rang out;
“Ey assholes, this is my boyfriend’s room and we wanna shag, get out of here”. Remus turned around, it was Sirius, Peters crazy good-looking best friend. People behind him stared at the boy who obviously didn’t notice while Remus himself felt his face heat up. The couple hurried past him, muttering a quick “sorry” before disappearing on each side of Sirius who simply gave Remus a smirk before closing the door behind him.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going to shag, but I should stay in here to its believable” Sirius said, dropping down on the now messy bed. Remus himself sat down on his desk chair and bit down in one of his slices.
“Are you really going to get full from just two slices?” a warm voice came from the bed. Remus shrugged
“Probably not but it’s something” he took another bite. Sirius got up, walked over, and sat down on Remus’ desk
“Aren’t you cute, what are you doing tomorrow?” he asked and gave Remus a smirk. Remus looked up in the middle of a bite. He chewed the piece slowly, wondering what Sirius meant with that.
“Nothing, painting maybe?” he finally answered, quickly taking another bite. Sirius leaned in
“You know the carnival coming to town, lets go together” he said. Remus felt his face go warm, fuck his ears felt like they were burning up. Did Sirius mean as a date or as friends? They barley knew each other. Was Sirius even interested in guys? Were they going to shag tonight after all? If so then Remus should have hid his stuffed animals.
“I thought of it as a sort of date” Sirius continued before walking over and sat down on the bed again, picking, to Remus’ horror, up one of said stuffed animals “cute”. Remus couldn’t figure out if Sirius smile was meant mocking or genuinely nice.
“They make me feel better, nice to hug something sometimes” he mumbled, looking down at the now half empty plate in his lap, feeling childish and like he had overshared, Sirius doesn’t have or want to know about his anxiety. Sirius probably didn’t have a bunch of stuffed animals laying around his room. He had probably already changed his mind about the date.
“I see, maybe I should try to win you another one at the carnival” what Sirius had just said startled Remus. He was still interested? Remus decided to answer before Sirius changed his mind.
“Yes, going to the carnival together sounds fun” he said, deciding to return the smile Sirius had had on since he entered the room. Remus just realised how Sirius always seemed to smile. It was a warm one, really kind and somewhat mischievous, like he always had a plan though from the little Remus knows about him, is that the man rarely had one. The mans lips is like a siren calling out everyone, and just like a siren it will kill you that you cannot kiss them. Remus realises he has been staring when the other man stands up.
“I will pick you up here at seven, I’ll give you a ride” Sirius says, getting dangerously close to him. Remus knows that if Sirius gets any closer, he will turn into a small puddle on the floor. He’s surprised it doesn’t happen when Sirius bends over and his face is merely a few inches Remus own, he can feel his whole body basically burning up. It seems like Sirius knows what he’s doing to the boy, he chuckles and only says
“See you tomorrow” before he leaves the room and enters the boiling party outside. When the door closes, Remus realises what just had happened. He was going to go out with Sirius, as a date. Sirius with his long dark hair, silver grey eyes, olive skin and beautiful body is interested in the boy with the dirty blonde hair, boring yellow green eyes, pale lanky with a body full of scars. The man who’s a year older, who wears a leather jacket, parties, drives a motorbike and everyone seems to want, is interested in him.
Remus pulls out a paper out of his drawer and starts sketching, he needs something to do to since otherwise his mind will only picture the older boy; at the carnival, in class, on the beach, on the couch, on Remus bed…… Remus starts sketching harder and faster, watching sunflowers soon starts appearing on the paper. He puts a lot of details into the painting. Petals, seeds and leaves gets tiny details, shading and lightning and when the drawing is halfway done, the party seems to have died down. Remus can still hear music and people still out in the living room, but it seems its only a handful. Maybe Sirius is out there, he probably is. Maybe Remus should go out, Sirius maybe wants him to be there. Remus thinks for a moment before deciding against it, he should go to bed anyway.
Instead of heading to the living room, Remus sneaks into the bathroom across the hall to get ready. He can hear Sirius loud laughter and his heart yells at him to go out there, sneak close to Sirius, his brain tells him otherwise. It’s a stupid idea, Sirius is hanging out with his friends and doesn’t want Remus there. He listens to his brain, he takes a quick shower, go to the toilet and brushes his teeth before sneaking back. In his room, Remus changes his clothes and the bedding before climbing down in his bed. Though it seems like ages before he finally falls asleep, when he finally does, his dreams are full of sunflowers, motorbikes and one longhaired boy.