"Hey, Sirius."
The boy looks up. In front of him was... a student he never talked to yet in her hands were a small heart shaped chocolate box.
Sirius blinks. "That's... really nice ?"
The girl rolls her eyes, huffing animatedly. "Let me open it. Then, you'll get it."
When she flips the cover off, Sirius' lips formed an "O". The chocolates are shaped into a question every highschooler was dying to hear. "Prom ?".
Sirius glances at Remus who sat next to him. The taller didn't seem to have noticed what was going on. Sirius stalled, tripping over his reply and desperately trying to change the subject.
Why won't Remus butt in ? Why was his eyebrows furrowed ? Why did he have a death grip around his pencil yet not say a thing ?
Cmon, say something ! Sirius pleads in his head. Give me a sign you want me back.
Sirius sighs. He was hoping a moment like this might provoke a reaction out of his long time crush. He's been pinning over this guy for ages ! But it seemed every advance he'd made, flew over Remus' head.
Seeing that Remus wasn't going to do anything, Sirius reluctantly nodds.
"Sure." He takes the box, thanking her with his usual kind smile. "What color's your dress ? I'll buy a matching corsage-"
As much as he wants to reject the girl, Sirius didn't have the heart to. Fortunately, their conversation didn't last long. His seatmate had suddenly pushed up from his chair, causing the tables to knock on each other roughly.
"Re-" He reached for Remus' sleeves but the boy had stormed away, slamming the classroom doors at his departure.
The girl scoffs. "Jealous much ?"
Sirius' grey eyes had stayed glued to the ghost that left the room. His heart really hoped so.
***
Sirius gazed at himself in the mirror. He's dressed to the nines. His suit pressed and hair done; he was ready to grace the covers of magazines.
Still, his lips held a frown. It won't be Remus standing behind that door tonight. It won't be Remus he'll be dancing with. At the sigh of the pink corsage sitting on his wrist, Sirius becomes more crestfallen.
In fact, his bestfriend had disappeared. Sirius had "jokingly" brought uo the subject in their chat, a sliver of hope hanging on. He was met with radio silence. Aside from his feelings, Sirius was genuinely concerned of Remus' whereabouts as the boy never came back after the whole classroom silent rage.
Sirius slipped his phone back in his suit jacket, finding the silence strange.
Remus wasn't the only one that had gone quiet, the girl that asked him was also off. Sirius guessed she was busy preparing herself. Knowing how difficult getting ready is for girls, Sirius lets her be. It's not that he was dying to go anyway.
He sat, absent-mindedly sifting through the TV channels, while waiting for a message that the girl was ready for him to pick her up. Instead of a notification, the doorbell rang.
Sirius groans, too lazy to get up. But there was noone else at home to open the door, so he'll do.
"A minute !" He shouts, dragging his socked feet on the wooden floors.
The person that greeted him made Sirius drop his jaw.
Remus was dressed like a prince. His hair was neatly styled and he smelled like rich vanilla. He was holding a classic red rose bouquet in his right hand.
