According To The Seventies~Wolfstar

One.

In mid-august 1978, I met the person who change my life. Of course, I don't remember the exact date it was when we met, I was likely too doped up on drugs and the excitement of finally being eighteen and becoming and independent adult to care about things like the date. As I look back now however, I wish I had payed more attention to everything. If I had, maybe, just maybe, I could have prevented the past from happening. I could have prevented my future, the present, from being like this.
I met him at a place where no-one would really expect to meet anyone as wonderfully imperfect as he was. The concerts I used to go to were usually full of poor excuses for human beings. People who'd never do anything good with their lives. I belonged right there with all the disasters that barley qualified as people.
Back then, I almost always had long, rather messy hair, that I used to think was the most punk rock thing a person could have. I constantly listened to rock music, I did, thankfully not too hardcore, drugs, and I was always screwing whoever I felt like screwing. The boy who eventually became my love was the exact opposite of that.
Thankfully, despite my garbage memory from years of abuse to my body, I can still remember exactly how I met him all those years ago.
James was the boy who introduced us. He was my closest mate for years. We had met in the sixties, sometime when we were in elementary school, because his parents temporarily liked mine. Our parents friendship didn't last very long, but ours did. If he was still here with me, I'm sure we'd still be just as close to this day.
I got kicked out of my house six days before my eighteenth birthday. I stayed with James for a week after that before I went off to have my own life, my own adventure. It was about seven months after that before I saw James again.
Before I met Remus, I didn't know what I was doing with my life, I was living in an endless cycle of repressed sadness, drugs, and sex. I knew I should better myself, that I should fix myself, but I couldn't. Everytime I started thinking about how I should, I remembered that the life I was living, while it was rather terrible, it was still so much better than the hellish life I had while living with my parents.
In all honesty, while I was out and about in the world, I didn't think I'd see James again. I wanted to of course, but I knew he deserved better than me as a friend. Everyone did. I planned not to make friends or any kind of sticking relationship until death took me, which, at the time, seemed like it would be sooner than later.
It took me much too long to reach the concert. I had been quite a ways away, and traffic was rubbish, so by the time I got to the populated field, my temper was already quite high.
At first, I tried to have patience. I tried standing in the back of the crowd, but, it didn't work out very well for me. I began forcing my way through the crowd. I wanted to be at the front, past the careless stoners and the bums, around the people who cared about the music.
My hands were held out in front of my body as I moved forward, shoving people a bit too harshly out of the way.
Thankfully, most of the people there were smaller than me, so it was quite easy to shove them to the ground, and be gone by the time they got back up. I didn't pay too much to the tall, curly headed boy I shoved, and I paid even less attention to the boy whom he crashed into. The only reason I even bothered to stop is because I heard an all-too familiar voice call out a harsh vulgarity in my direction.
I wheeled around in shock as I saw James Potter, who was still as gangly as messy haired as ever, giving me a harsh, scolding look, a look that quickly changed into one of utter surprise, much like mine.
I practically ran through the crowd to get to him and he did the same. Once we reached other, we embraced in such a way that, had it been present times, people surely would have thought us to he lovers.
The hug lasted a few, wonderful seconds, before I pulled away first, grinning for the first time in ages.
James punched my arm sharply and his eyes narrowed, seeming to peer through Sirius, "Where the bloody hell have you been?" James hissed, which made me laugh.
I opened my mouth to retort to what James, said, but my breath left my chest when one of the people I had shoved earlier came walking up.
He was the walking image of perfection. His hair was curled in small ringlets that fell slightly into his face. He had a well defined jawline, and his eyes were honey colored and harsh. His by far most defining however, was the three white scars across his face, which were even paler than his skin. They were stretched from above his left eyebrow, down to halfway through his right cheek. It was instinctive for me to wonder what had happened to the boy.
As soon as he saw me looking at the scars on his face, his expression became even harsher, his eyes closed challenging me to say something, which, of course, I wouldn't have.
"James. You- I'm assuming you know this person?" The boy with the scars asked. His voice was just as magnificent as his face was. It was low and light, and he seemed to have a thick Welsh accent, which added to the beauty of his voice.
James turned to the boy, nodding in response to what he said, "Yeah. Yeah. Remus, mate, this is Sirius. Sirius, this is Remus." He introduced, looking back and forth between us, as if he already knew we were going to end up being together.
I looked up at the boy in front of me, he had about four or five inches on my height. After a few seconds of a bit of an awkward silence, I stuck my hand out in greeting to him, "It's nice to meet you." I said, making sure to lay the charm on thick, hoping to get rid of the almost hating look in his eyes.
Remus didn't return my handshake, "Wish I could say the same to you." He stated bluntly, before turning away to face the band playing in the distance.
My mouth fell open and I turned to James. I had never, never seen anyone, my parents excluded, talk to me that way in front of him, and him just sit there and not say or do anything.
James shrugged and turned to me, "He's just pissy because I took him here." He said and stood on his toes, looking around the crowd of people. His face broke out into a grin, and he quickly shouted some jumbled excuse to Remus and I, with a promise to be back eventually, before he ran off into the crowd, disappearing from my sight.
I looked over at Remus and bit my lip, examining his features with great interest. He really was quite attractive, and I couldn't help but want to get to know him better. The fact he didn't seem to have any interest in me at all made me want him even more. Everyone wanted to be with me in some way.
I couldn't think of much to say, so I leaned against a tree that was close by, my eyes flickering back and forth between the boy standing near me and the band playing in a distance. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a half-smoked packed of cigarettes, taking one out. This seemed to peak the other boys interest. His honey colored eyes flickered to my pack, and, slightly surprised I offered him a cigarette. I was even more surprised when he took it. A muffled thanks left his lips, and he lit the cigarette, turning back towards where the music was coming from.
I had gotten my ass kicked a couple of times for hitting on guys, most people back then we're quite homophobic, but that still didn't stop me from flirting constantly. Like I said earlier, I wasn't exactly out to make friends. As I stared at Remus, I decided that I'd try to get into his briefs too, but I figured it'd take much more finesse than my other flings did.
My back shifted against the tree. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue and spoke the words that, in most cases, would have gotten me beat, "So you queer?" I asked him.
His reaction was instantaneous. His entire body tensed and the cigarette broke in half because he was squeezing it so hard. He turned to me, a fire in his eyes, "So what if I am?" He snapped, more angry than I expected.
I jumped and quickly put out the butt of the cigarette he had dropped, with the toe of my boot, "Hey man chill!" I exclaimed, taking a small step back for my safety, "Just making conversation! I'm not here to judge or anything!" I said quickly, and then other boy seemed to relax, at least a little bit.
"Oh." Was all Remus said. Even in the dark, I could see his cheeks flush a light pink, "I'm just- just used to people not being okay with that type of thing y'know? But- but yeah. Yeah I guess I am." He said, stumbling over his words a bit as he spoke, "Sorry for snapping."
I shrugged, regaining my cool, "It's fine man. I don't mind. I'm actually queer too." I said smoothly and attempted to lean against the tree nearby. Unfortunately, I had severely miscalculated where the tree was, and I fell to the ground, scraping my elbows a bit. Now generally, I would have been quite pissed off over the fact I fell, but, as I heard Remus let out a light, barking laugh, and as I saw the grin on his face, I felt myself unable to be mad. I felt myself smiling along with him. It was an amazing feeling.