Hahaha It's called Heck No! So if it comes out as Heck N! Sorry :) Review if you want but it would make me happy and might help my writer's block!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story….except the parts that I own like the plot….this might not make sense to you but it makes sense to me so whatever.
I got bored and this came to mind….it isn't as good as it was in my head but whatever I need another story…One-shot by the way….for now
Now to the story:
"No! Alicia don't you see? I can't try getting together with George!! Two reasons Alicia; One, George has feelings for you and I would be completely selfish to take him away from you, and two he's not the same as Fred. They might be identical twins but they're still different…and I can't do that to you, to George…..to Fred," I whispered.
"Angie….Fred would want you to be happy….."Alicia said trying to comfort me but not succeeding.
"Do not tell me that I would be happy with George, Alicia because you know that I wouldn't. Every time I would see the back of his head I would hope and wish and soon…..soon I would wither down to nothing, nothing at all. And you know, Alicia, you know Fred wants the best for hi-…..for his……..An-Angel…" I stuttered, holding back the sobs that threatened to take over.
"Oh Angie, don't cry please…" moaned Alicia lowering herself onto my living room couch.
"Alicia," I took a deep breath and tried to even out my voice," Fred is unique, no two persons are alike, he was my Fred. The pieces of my heart will never heal completely; they will heal someday, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a week, maybe in 10 years. I will never fully forget Fred. Sure I might move on but never will I ever forget Fred. You have no idea how hard it is not to go and kill myself…" I trailed off seeing the look of astonishment on Alicia's face.
"Angelina….you….you wouldn't…" she breathed
"Of course not Alicia, I wouldn't…Fred wouldn't want it….It's just getting together with George is all wrong….His face isn't the one I know, not how many freckles I've counted, the same blue colored eyes. It wouldn't be the same Alicia." I whispered burying my face in one of Fred's sweatshirts, "His smell, is like nothing I've ever smelled before… his voice like my worst nightmare and most loved dream….Alicia if you had lost George, would you go for Fred?"