Remus' Nifty, Big, Red, Beautiful Book

Sirius, James, and Peter seem to think that since I read so much, I should write as well. Something lie keeping a journal. So they gave me this. This 'nifty, big, red, beautiful book', according to James. Peter says to make it my life's work, adding to it as my life progresses. They're all idiots, but maybe I'm even worse, since I?m here writing in the blasted thing.

Valentine's Day approaches. It seems like I'm the only one dreading it. Sky's Drugstore has decked out in pinks, reds, and silvers and whites, and there isn't a shelf without hearts on it. (This story is an AU)

Elle told us to go to the appointment, which we were already running late for. So Sirius got on his bike and James and Peter piled into my car, nervously. They’re dead scared that it’s going to break or blow up or something. And Sirius didn’t help by telling them if they “smell oil, get out of the car!” He called my car ‘Grandma’. What is it with him and naming vehicles?

"Heh, heh, heh… It’s Peter." "It’s James, hello!" "Sirius checking in." This will no longer sit on my table, since it seems I can’t trust my friends to keep their noses out of it.

It’s raining. Today is the wedding. We’re all staying at the hotel that the reception is at. I don’t have much time, since I’m supposed to be at the church in thirty minutes. It’s twenty minutes away, and knowing my car, I’m going to be late. Nina’s here!

My doom is at hand. I mean it. Sue has decided she wants to ‘help me’ become ‘cooler’. She seriously said, “Remus, we need to make you cool. You aren’t too cool, you know?” Am I doomed or what?

There are too many of us to fit behind the counter now, so I was forced out to stand on the other side where David and Greg sat on chairs and Sirius sat on one of the tables. Sue remained to help Winston if necessary. (AU)

I have been thinking, no doubt due to my ‘classes’ at the coffee shop, that I might be a geek. And I really don’t like that. I’m getting a little worried.