Disclaimer: My name is Kristin, so obliviously I do not own anything pertaining to Harry Potter. JK Rowling is a good sport and lets us fans write this fanfiction stuff, so obviously I wouldn't try to steal anything from her. And that is my disclaimer.
"Prongs?" No. Answer. "Prongs?" Nothing. "JAMES!"
James Potter's messy black mop went wild as his head snapped around to look at his friend. "What?"
"What are you doing?" Sirius Black questioned.
"Nothing," said James. "Thinking about things."
"Since when did you get so nosey, Padfoot?"
Sirius looked hurt. "You are so mean, James Potter," he said. He pretended to stop and think for a moment, and then added, "Sexy, but mean." James rolled his eyes at his best friend. "I'm worried about you, James. If Remus were here, he'd say the same."
"Don't worry," said James. "I'm fine."
"Where were you all summer?" Sirius inquired. "No one has seen you once since King's Cross at the end of last school year."
"I was busy," James threw at Sirius. "I'm Tired. Wake me for the food cart, alright?"
James put his feet up and closed his eyes, giving Sirius no chance to argue it. The summer…it wasn't the best summer that James had had in his young life. He felt bad for shutting Sirius out, but he had no idea where to even begin….