Well, hello. Ahaha. Anyways, this is my new story. It's made up of unrelated one-shots, all about Fred and Angelina, of course! The title comes from the song "Angie" by Cobra Starship :
I thought it would fit Fred and Angelina quite well, given the circumstances. If you haven't heard the song, you should seriously listen to it.
Each "chapter" is based on a song, so by the end we'll have a sort of soundtrack! Doesn't that sound fun? Ahahaaa. Anyways, enjoy.
Oh, and by the way, the chapters aren't really that long.
"Insurance?"
A Fred / Angelina one-shot.
Based on the song "Insurance?" by The Higher.
Story by Rachel.
(dancingxinxthexrain)
Fred didn't care what other people thought, honestly. It never even occurred to him that he should care. The only thing that mattered to him was what she thought: Angelina Johnson.
She was his counterpart, the jelly to his peanut butter, the cheese to his macaroni. He adored her, and he didn't care who knew it. Obviously, she had to know it. She didn't seem to mind that he spent every possible moment with her, didn't seem to mind that his fascination was nearing an obsession.
He just wanted to be with her, enthrall her, make her feel the way he felt. And he was semi-positive that he was making an effect on her. She didn't always show her affections in the same ways he did; he was always the rambunctious type, shouting it to the stars, to the heavens, to the world. She, on the other hand, preferred subtleties: an alluring whisper, a kiss on the cheek, intertwining her fingers gracefully with his.
She was intoxicating to him. He wanted her, needed her. He wanted to call her his. He wasn't sure if she would allow it, but he had to try. Yet, for once in his life, Fred Weasley was stumped. How did you capture someone as graceful and elegant and wild as Angelina?
He concluded that they were perfect the way they were at the present time. He didn't need to have ownership of her; she was she, and he was he. That was that. And Fred wouldn't have had it any other way.
