It was midnight and I found myself staring across my room at my twin brother. Fred Weasley. My name is George Weasley. You might find it odd for me to be watching Fred sleep, but I just love to see his chest rise and fall, and how he occasionally would stir under the blankets. If you ask me why I stared at him I couldn't answer that, because honestly I have no idea. But I can tell you that I'm gay. No I haven't told Fred. I lay my head on my pillow and drift into a peaceful sleep.
"George get up!" Fred yelled into my ear. I pulled the blanket over my head in attempt to make Fred leave.
"Come on you lazy git." Fred obviously didn't leave.
"Fine." I grumbled. I dragged myself out of bed and walked to breakfast with Fred. Over the past few weeks I have been acting strange. I know it's because I'm gay. But as I said before Fred doesn't know. But as me and Fred finished our breakfast I knew the interrogation was about to begin. So I walked as slowly as possible to our room.
"So George, when are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Fred asked.
"I told you it's nothi-" Fred cut me off.
"Please Georgie you can tell me anything." Finally I had to tell him.
"I'm gay Fred!" I practically yelled. I ran my fingers through my ginger hair. Fred remained silent.