A/N: I know there's alot of OC haters and lovers out there, I'm not blind to that, but seeing how this is my collecton of personal freeverses[some of which will be connected and stated as such, while the majority are stand-alone pieces]are focused around my own original female character, Dylan, who I once used in a story that has been deleted for a while now. While I plan to some day write a new story, for now, I'll be writing 100 freeverses with 100 different prompts to smooth out some creases in her personality, make sure she isn't a bloody Mary Sue, and to think of a plot/pairing for my future fanfic. :]

I found a list of 100 prompts a little earlier in the week, and saved them to a word document, I can't remember if I found them while randomly googling or somewhere on here, so forgive me if it's your list!

My first prompt of choice is #17:Behind my back, and will be featuring a friend's OC, as well, seeing how I kindof wanted to mess with some of her future!gen storylines a bit. Even if I could have made things simpler, and remain closer to canon, if I just had George cheating on Angelina instead.

I would love reviews, but even if there's zero interest in this, I'll continue until I use all 100 prompts. :]

Chapter Summary; The worst part of it always was, that you never saw it coming. Never.

Pairing[s]: George/OC[Billie]marriage. George/OC[Dylan]affair.

.XXX.

whydiditcometothis

?

[everything]

he

said

promised

did

promised

when had it lost all of it's meaning

?

the ring on his finger was

a

[mistake]

promise

itself

.

he had promised her

[everything]

hadn't

he

?

forever and ever,

an

i n t e r t w i n e d

furture

as

friendsloversparents

.

no lies

no secrets

no regrets

.

he didn't lie

he never had

how can youlie

when you're

nevernevernever

asked in the

[f i r s t]

place

?

but

secrets,

oh, Merlin, there were

a l o t

of

them

butthenagain

how were they secrets when the

sheets on their bed

and the

countertop in the kitchen

and the

floor beside the fireplace

had all been

[s i l e n t]

witnesses

?

there were only more regrets

.

there were very, very few things

he

d i d n ' t

regret;

he did not regret marrying Billie

she was his everything

heknew what he regretted

and that was the

f

a

c

t

he

couldn'tdidn'ttried

to stop

.

.

.

but

greengreenacidic

eyes would say

[o t h e r w i s e]

while

Dylan's

smirkingsmirkinglaughing

mouth would say

[n o t h i n g]

at all

.

he was beginning to

hatehatehate

himself

but he

hatedhatedhated

her so much more

hated her for how easy she made it all seem

[when she was her friend, too]

.

then it all went to

hellinaflaminghandbasket

b e c a u s e

his hands were on her hips

[and]

his lips&tongue&teeth were on her neck

t h e n

blazingblurredblue

were locked in that

same old [haunting] dance

with

gluttonousglimmeringgreen

and

Billie

[billiebilliebillie]

was in the

doorway

horrorpaindisbelief

a l l

over her face

with

her

[lipsmovingatmachspeed]

saying the same thing

over andover and over and

over and over

and

o

v

e

r

.

"You two... B-behind my back, h-how could you? George? Dylan? Why!"

.

why

?

.

.

.

whydidyoudothis?

with her?

why?

whydidyougobehindmyback?

with her?

why?

?

with her?

why?

whydiditcometothis

?