Um. Fred/George, if you don't like twincest, just don't read. I don't care about flames, but it's annoying to read the same old thing over and over, i.e. "lyk3 ong, tats soooooooo rong! O O". So just don't do it you little weirdos.

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Sunlight shone through the window to my room, waking me. In my opinion nothing was more beautiful than a peaceful summer day. A day away from school where there was no worries. Well, almost nothing.

My eyes fluttered to the occupied bed beside mine and landed upon the exception to the rule. It was lazily sleeping form of the most gorgeous man in the world. The other half that makes me whole, my world, my everything. And he could never know.

It was a taboo. A longing that would never be fulfilled. Though I knew it to be wrong, I just could not extinguish the love burning so deep inside me. But why was it wrong? To love your twin.

We share a bond like no other. We can finish each other's sentences and it seems like we read each other's minds at times. When one of us is in pain, the other hurts. When one of us feels pleasure, the other rejoices. It was a lifelong commitment of our souls to each other. So what if something deep inside me wanted to take it a step further?

All thoughts in my head were cut short as the other occupant of my room rolled over and faced me, eyes half open. "Morning George." He smiled and stretched. I could feel my face grow hot. Did he know I had been watching him slumber?

"Good morning, Fred." I returned that beautiful smile of his. God how I wished I would always be what made him smile. I watched him roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom to shower. Lord knows every fiber of my being wanted to follow him in there. To watch his silky skin and toned body glisten in the falling water as he bathes.

Seconds seemed like hours as I waited for him to come out. Eventually, I gave up and left the room. I walked downstairs and out to the garden; I needed time alone, anyway.

So there I lay amongst my mum's blooming violets, thinking about him. His perfect smile, his amazing blue eyes. Everyone thinks that we look identical, but I know better.

I rolled over onto my stomach and picked at a flower. I couldn't get his voice out of my head. I just had to tell him how I felt. He'd understand, right? Of course he would, he understood me perfectly; almost better than I understood myself. I would tell him. I would tell him and today was just as good as any, right? Today, I would tell him. Today, I would –

A shadow fell over me. I turned and looked up. Those blue eyes looked back at me, "Is something bothering you?"

For a split second my voice failed me. I had to force out the words, "I need to talk to you."

With a concerned look on his face, my twin fell to the ground beside me. I reached out a hand and ran it along his arm, giving him goosebumps. Looking into his eyes, the thing I wanted to say most of all just came out, "I love you, Fred."

I expected him to push away. I almost wanted him to push away. But what I got instead was so much better. He leaned in so close that I could fell his breath on my lips. The sensation sent tingles up my spine. "I love you too, George."

And then his lips were pressed against mine. He was running his hand through my hair. Quickly I kissed back. I wanted this moment to last an eternity. I wanted it and need it so bad that when I had to pull away my heart felt heavy with brief regret. I missed his kiss.

"This is wrong," I mumbled.

He smirked, "But it's so right."

Hearing that I couldn't help it. I twined my arms around him and dropped my head to his chest.

And there he held me. In the summer heat, lying in our mother's flower bed. Sunlight shown down on us. Him and me. The other half that makes me whole. My world.

My everything.