Okay. I figured that if I can't give quick updates for Deep Breath, I'd try this to keep you all satisfied?

Maybe.

It's just a series of songfics.

I'll do one every weekend, and the song will be chosen off of my iPod that will be set on shuffle.

After the song is randomized, I'll decide a pairing to write about.

So, there are no set pairings or characters in this.

I'm also somewhat tempted to do ones that you request...

So, I will. If you want me to do a song with a certain pairing, let me know.

So, leave a review, OR; my contact information is on my profile, near the top(by the way, talk to me. I like talking. (: ).

First one is to the song 'Thinking of You' by Katy Perry.


Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed
You said move on, where do I go?
I guess second best is all I will know

She looked at the picture in her hand. They were laughing. When they were together, they were always laughing. They were always happy. Never were they sad.

Okay, sure, they fought, but that was anger. Not sadness. They always made up. That's all that mattered to her. He was her first love. Her only love. But he had told her to move on. Not in so many words. He left a letter. That was it.

A freaking letter.

That was all she had left of him. He left her. He promised they would always be together. He swore they would never be apart. He vowed to grow old with her by his side. He crossed his heart they would have little babies running around their home as soon as this was over. He begged her to be his forever. To marry once they were out of this.

She gripped at the ring that hung on her neck. Her heart snapped when she felt it press against the other ring that was on her left ring finger. He never took it back. She almost wished he had.

She swore to be with him, too.

But he told her to move on.

What was she supposed to do?

'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you
(Thinking of you, thinking of you)
Thinking of you, what you would do
If you were the one who was spending the night
(Spending the night, spending the night)
Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes

She did move on. No, not completely. Nowhere near all the way. But he was the best she could do. She wasn't sure if she settled for him because of their similarities. She had no idea.

She did love him. He had always had a spot in her heart.

But George wasn't Fred. He never would be.

His eyes were more gray than blue(Fred's eyes). His hair always seemed to be a bit shorter(even if it wasn't). His voice was slightly lower than Fred's(whose voice she had memorized). He had no left ear(which Fred very much had).

But Fred was gone.

She would always know that he was gone.

Every time she looked at George it was a reminder. The way his eyes were just a shade off. That millimeter of hair that he hadn't had that Fred had. It would never be the same. She couldn't help but think that every time she saw him smile at her outside her door. Every time he came over. It stabbed her every time.

You're like an Indian Summer in the middle of winter
Like a hard candy with a surprise center
How do I get better once I've had the best?
You said there's tons of fish in the water, so the waters I will test
He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth, oh!
(Taste your mouth)
He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself

In reality, George and Fred weren't that different. But George was different that Fred was gone. That made it harder for her. They had both lost what was most important to them.

Maybe that's why she picked him. Maybe that's why he agreed to let her pick him. Fred asked him to watch over her if anything happened. He had read the letter, and Angelina knew that he was really just her guardian. She knew he didn't love her to the fullest, either. She knew he would never be able to feel what Fred had felt with her, even if it was for the sole reason that it was Fred that had had that feeling, and George didn't want to disrespect his twin's memory.

He was amazing, and she knew that. She wouldn't have wanted anyone else now, if she had lost the option of Fred. She wanted Fred, and George was the closest she could get.

But still, each time they discussed their wedding, the both flinched. They were marrying more out of friendship than love. But at this point, they loved each other deeply, but neither could let Fred go.

'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you
(Thinking of you, thinking of you)
Thinking of you, what you would do
If you were the one who was spending the night
(Spending the night, spending the night)
Oh, I wish that I was looking into

Angelina did like George. As school girls would say, she 'like-liked' him. But not the way it was with Fred. What troubled her was that he wasn't Fred. If Fred had never been in her life, she'd truly love George, the way Harry loved Ginny. The way Ron loved Hermione. The way she had loved Fred.

But she wasn't able to look into George's eyes without being reminded of Fred, and that alone was holding her back. Her Fred was gone.

And she had settled for his brother.

You're the best, and yes, I do regret
How I could let myself let you go
Now, now the lessons learned
I touched it, I was burned
Oh, I think you should know!

She didn't want to let him go. She didn't want to let him leave. But she had to, and now she had lost him. She couldn't change that. She'd never be able to take it back. She had let him go. She had let him fight.

Of course, at the time, it was up in the air as it if she was pregnant or not. He refused to let her fight, and in the end, and she fought for him to stay with her. But they both knew he couldn't. They both knew he had to fight. She would've fought had it not put a potential child's life in danger.

And when she gave birth eight months later, she had lost it. Fred's son, his son, was in her arms. Not her fiancé's child. No, her dead fiancé's child. Of course George had requested she name him Fred, in memory of his father, so she didn't feel bad about having a baby that wasn't her soon-to-be-husband's child, but each time she realized her son would never know his father, she would have to ignore the growing pit in her stomach. For Merlin's sake, his uncle was his step-father! In what sick world did that work?

'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you
(Thinking of you, thinking of you)
Thinking of you, what you would do
If you were the one who was spending the night
(Spending the night, spending the night)
Oh, I wish that I was looking into your, your eyes
Looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes
Oh, won't you walk through?
And bust in the door and take me away?
Oh, no more mistakes

She knew she had to let him go. But she wouldn't. She never would, and George understood.

They both wished that one day, Fred would walk through their door, whisking Angelina off of her feet, carrying her away, marrying her, having more babies with her. She had Roxanne, as well as Fred, and loved them both the same, but she couldn't help but wish Fred was the one reading them stories every night.

She couldn't help but wish it was his eyes, just a shade more blue, that she was looking into.

'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay, stay.


Sooo, meh. I'm not crazy about it.

It seems repetitive. But, Angelina and Fred/George(whichever one this would clasify under...)... They aren't my favorite pairing. But I figured I'd try.

Also, over break, I may post these more than on just the weekends... Not sure.

But, you should review. (: