thinking about young sirius and remus in black mass walking to the gas station during the summer.
it’s hot, sirius has his hair up in some random clip remus dug in the bathroom and found him. it took them two tries to get the hair to actually stay up. he’s wearing remus’ gym shorts and some random band shirt they stole from the lost and found at school. the boots.
remus is wearing his sneakers, he desperately needs a new pair but doesn’t know sirius is trying to get him some for christmas. his cut off shorts and sirius’ favorite shirt with the sleeves cut off.
it’s stupid hot, they’re walking down the road and it’s so muggy they’re kicking dust up and it’s sticking to them as they make their way to town. smoking, sirius groaning and bitchin and moaning about how he’s gonna pass out from the heat but he keeps smoking another cigarette.
remus runs out, ends up smoking a southern cut.
they make it and the ac in the gas station is on full blast. walking down the aisles, finding what they wanted and tossing change on the counter, trying to count it. they’d run out of money a few days before, remus hadn’t heard from his parents since.
they looks like absolute trouble, the cashier giving them a look as they take their little sack and make their way home. sirius gets tired half way there, he’s sweating and his hairs sticking everywhere.
remus gives him a piggy back ride and they finally make it home, shirts off and tossed on the back porch. standing in the kitchen, sirius going and opening the front and back doors to try and get a breeze.
the record player is still on, they let it play when they ran their errand.
sirius sitting on the counter, feet knocking against the cabinets while he watches remus mix the stuff, measure the water and stirring it all together.
talking about this and that, remus glancing back every once in a while. laughing, it’s getting later in the day. the breeze picks up just enough where it’s not miserable in the house. the sky has that weird summer haze to it, yellow and dense.
finally remus is digging in the cabinets, finding them two glasses. they don’t match but he cracks the ice trays and pours sirius his drink.
slides the obnoxiously red glass of cherry kool aid towards him. sirius smiles, meets his eye as he drinks the entire thing and remus refills his glass.
all because they had been laying there mid-afternoon and sirius had said, tossing his head to the side and looking at remus on the couch, ‘i’m thirsty.’