AN: um...yea...this was a story i wrote last month i think and it was for an english assignment so im still getting used to writing on fan fiction so this is just...what should i call it...a "practice" story so i could get the feel of things. so anyway...Fred could be the Weasley you're thinking of and i just randomly thought of the name for this assignment. You can see him paired up with any type of person based on my description. Sorry if my grammar sucks but im trying. Enjoy.
There was once a guy named Fred who always enjoyed the little things in life. He first put on his untidy brown shoes with chewed up shoe laces and went to see what adventures he was going to explore today. He cunningly tugged his worn out key out of his front door gate and headed out onto the painted sidewalk glistening with snow.
A sensation of happiness surges through his body as he gently sniffed the cold clean air through his nose. We walks peacefully to his neighborhood park and sat on a damp wooden bench taking in of all the wonderful sceneries he looks at with his deep ocean blue eyes. He heard the children laughing noisily during a delightful game of tag, and the slow-tempo babble of two elderly ladies discussing about politics and Connecticut. He also noticed the cloudless firmament hanging above his head and enjoyed the clear site of birds and airplanes flying above him.
What has later then diverted his eyes away from the environment was an enormous blinding brilliance that was walking past him and felt his heart tighten with stage fright. This lovely vibrant woman was wearing a teal colored winter coat and was covered head to toe in warm fur to keep her warm. He praised her beauty and was captivated by her long brown curls flowing steadily with the winter breeze.
She looked lost and confused as if her soul was empty. She sat down next to Fred on the bench and she was close enough to him to feel the warmth of her body. They both sat in silence looking at the ground. He started to engage a conversation with her, but she came with nothing to say. He wallowed in her sadness and he tried all he can to help cheer her up. He starts discussing with her of how she reminded him of a groundhog. She stared up at him in confusion and disgust, but he then quickly explained because of how she's buried in her clothes and was only going to come out when she felt it was the right time to.
She lifted her head slowly out of her thick cotton scarf and heavy over coat and looked into the eyes of Fred. He saw her lips twitching into a smile and that was what made his heart flutter seeing how he was able to do that for her. She consoled to him about how she dreamt of death all the time and how she'll always never know when that time will come and she doesn't feel safe knowing she probably won't be loved or missed when she's gone. This had brought thunder claps of insight to Fred because he has experienced the same exact thing.
He had escaped death before when he was in a terrible bus accident and felt that he wasn't going survive and then suddenly realizing how much of life he was going to miss. Fred was telling this unknown lady about his story of death and this had then brought enlightenment in her eyes and so she now confided in him to help her through these thoughts of death. After talking with each other in an exceptionally nice conversation, her thoughts on death were quickly banished from her memory and she was no longer in her house of sadness.
Fred being affectionate to this woman was all it took to make someone's day and life better. Being no long empty of desire, they came to be the best of friends, but maybe it was going to grow to be even more than that...
AN: yea...short i know...reviews would be nice plz. and be nice! i wanna know wat u guys think of my story. Thanks.
