El Camach 6 [date]
JKR, not me.
A trip inside Fred's mind. Fred/George slash.
Italics indicate Fred's thoughts.
The Male Thought Tree*
Merlin… what time is it…? Bugger, 8 a.m?! Shut the fuck up, birds! Maybe I'll just stuff my head under the pillow…
"TAG! You're it!"
You've got to be joking.
"George, fuck off, I'm trying to sleep.."
"No! C'mon! Get up!!!"
I'll kill him. I swear I'll do it. If he tries to 'tag' me one more time… we're bloody 18, for Circe's sake!
"George… I don't want to get up..!"
"Fine."
Oh, Merlin, now he's getting into my bed. Well… maybe this could work… I bet my hair looks like shite… OUCH!
"George, stop poking me!"
"No!!!"
Damned playful thing. Fine…
"Come here, you!"
A good tickle-torture will teach him a lesson.
"H-h-hey! Fred, s-stop! HAHAHAHAHA no really cut it –HA– out!"
Hmm…alright… now, ah, yes, well…
"Well?"
Ha, I'll take that as a yes. Merlin's beard, he smells good… Damn. My breath is probably rancid… Oh, hi. Well, he's used enough mouthwash for the both of us… Yeah, I'm stiff… oh, good, he is too. Hmm… would probably look very bad if Mum or anyone came in right, oh! do that again. Where did George learn to kiss like this…?
"*squelch!* George, maybe, uhn, maybe we should—oh, Merlin, do that again! George, wait, no! Ickle Ronniekins will be waking up soon and'll come in here to bother us all too soon!"
Well, just one more kiss. Mmm… okay.
"C'mon, get in your own bloody bed, you wank."
I love this kid.
(*Title quoted from by "How to Remodel a Man" by W. Bruce Cameron.)