Wild Moonlight

Telling Remus

        I was hunched over gasping for air as Remus stood before me. I wasn't much of an exerciser like the boys, and it didn't help that I was wearing heels. I figured that it was about time I told him everything. I was tired of this stupid game of hide and seek that I was playing. All I wanted was my best friend back. 
        "We... we need to talk." I said quietly once I caught my breath. He nodded in response, and not another word was said as he followed me to the ROR. 
        "I'm sorry." we said simultaneously. We then both shut up, and he gestured for me to go first.
        "I'm sorry that I quit talking to you. I guess I... I was jealous of all the time you were spending with Alynna. I mean... you're my best friend... and when you ditched me for a girl... that hurt. We've been through a lot, and I miss my best friend, and I'm sorry for quitting prefect duties." I said.
        "I'm sorry I yelled at you for not telling me... I know you only wanted to protect me. I'm also sorry for leaving you for Aly... she was just... she was my first love, and I didn't know what that was like... and no offence... but you were a terrible prefect anyways." He laughed. I missed that laugh.  It was the laugh I've loved since I was eight. "And why didn't you tell me about the dreams?" 
        "h-how did you know?" I asked in complete and utter shock.
        "Lily... she told me how you would wake up a lot sobbing. I kind of put two and two together." he explained. I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was.
        "I didn't tell you because I wasn't talking to you." I said quietly.
        "Mar... I don't care if you were talking to me or not. If you have those dreams, tell someone." He said. His tone was deep, and his face was completely serious.
        "James knows..." I said weakly. I wasn't completely a lie. James knew that I WAS having the dreams... He just didn't know that I was still having them. It's been about a month since I started having them in the first place. It's not that I was trying to hide anything from them... It's just that I didn't want them worrying. Christmas was approaching fast, and the last thing that should be on the boys mind is my stupid dreams. He looked at me with an unbelieving face that made me give in. "Knew."
        "How long?" He asked. When I didn't answer he asked again. "How long have you been having these dreams Mariah?" 
        "About a month." I said quietly.