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203. Never Say Goodbye

Inspired by Bon Jovi's song, Never Say Goodbye

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Remus stands by the drinks table. His eyes scan the room. It's dimly lit, save for wild spotlights sending purple and blue stars to the gym's ceiling. The music was too loud for his liking but it's prom. The music HAS to be loud.

It doesn't take long for Remus to catch Sirius. Of course, the Black is in the middle of it all. Dancing, cup of spiked fruit punch in hand while the other rests on some kid Remus doesn't know.

Perhaps it's some weird hate magic, Sirius feels his glare and he glares back. His eyebrow raised and his lips stretched in a chiding smirk as if trying to mock "oh look who's got no one to dance with ?"

"Ass." Remus murmurs to his red cup.

It's not a secret they hate each other. Though Remus couldn't understand what made them start the cold war in the first place. To quote Anna, they used to be best buddies.

Remus used to be Sirius' personal head rest. He used to lie to save his ass. He used to be the one fixing Sirius up after a bad fight. Heck, he knows the amount of patches Sirius sews in the inside of his leather jacket to keep it intact.

It all started in junior year. When Remus started topping every class and Sirius started getting competitive. Turning their friendship into a sparring contest.

Always trying to one up him. A on a math test ? Sirius gets an A+. B on english ? He gets an A. He'd run faster and go the extra mile during sports.

Then Sirius joins the football team and meets James and Peter and suddenly Remus is flown out of trajectory. It doesn't matter. Remus is fine on his own.

"Wanna dance Re ?" Regulus asks.

Being best friends with Sirius means being best friends with his little brother. And his boyfriend. Who is also Sirius' best friend. Oh wait, he's ex- best friends.

"Where's Dorks ?" Remus grins.

Regulus punches his arm weakly. Heart necklace jingling as he moves."He's busy sanitizing his liver with alcohol."

Remus chuckles. That sounds like James alright. "Let's go then."

"Keep widdle Reggie busy until his prince comes back." He says ruffling the younger Black's hair.

Regulus attacks his stomach. "Do NOT touch my crown !"

Remus bites back a comment. As much as Regulus says he's not like his brother, he kind of is. Especially about the hair. Always so territorial.

The sound man plays a slower song. Lights turn into a cold blue as more couples come down to the floor. It's a little stuffy but it works.

"Y'know, my brother is single."

Remus scoffs. There's another thing about Regulus. The younger had seen their friendship grow (and die). He knows how the two of them get, tension running thicker than honey. He always tries to set them up.

"We're not like that anymore. You know this Reg."

Remus twirls him. Regulus gives him that look, pursed lips and eyes that ask "really ?"

"Well, his diary still talks about Moony's sexy back in the locker room. Oh there it is.. he's blushing." Regulus pokes his cheek.

"Ugh you like my brother, just admit it ! Fuck, even I could tell since middle school."

"Well, you can't like someone who hates you." Remus sighs.

"He doesn't. Do you want me to pull some reciepts I took off his diary? He spent 4 pages just talking about you in a bloody jumper !"