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/Thanks/- thought
"Thanks"- speech
BTW: This has switched POV from Fred to George.
George
-and kissed him. I had just kissed my brother. My twin. My other half.
Sudden flashbacks filled my mind with images. Images of Fred and me. We were playing outside in the dirt, splashing mud and such over ourselves and each other. We learned how to jump rope together. The first time Fred and I had watched a sunrise. I stayed with that one for a while, reminiscing at how the sun had glinted off his face and hair, making his eyes -identical yet so completely different to my own- catch a specific light. I remembered sneaking out our bedroom window countless times after just so I could see his face in the morning sun. I sighed.
Then the image of his furious face filled my minds eye. I tried to push away the memory that went along with it, but I couldn't. So instead I was forced to relive the account, my brain acting us out like little dolls in a puppet theater.
"I hate you George!" he'd yelled. "I never want to see you again!" slamming the door in my face, 12 year old Fred stomped over to the bed. Our bed.
I slammed my fist against the door. "Oh yeah?!!? Well I-I ha..." but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. 'I hate you'. It was just impossible to say to my twin. I couldn't actually mean them.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I slumped against the door frame.
That was the first (and so far only) fight we had gotten into; it was painful when I was reminded of that day. Hour actually. Fred had only lasted an hour in the room alone, but he'd lasted longer than me. Of course, that wasn't saying much since I could only stand seven and a half minutes away from him (I'd counted). After that dreadfully long 7.5 minutes, I knocked on the door, asking him if I could come in.
"No!" he'd shouted, "I don't want you anywhere near me ever again!"
That had hurt. A lot.
"I'm sorry." I whispered into the door, a crystal tear sliding down my cheek.
Then I sat there. Just sitting, thinking. Wondering if he actually meant what he had said. Did he really hate me? Would he never talk to me again? I couldn't even fathom the idea, let alone accept it. I thought about the future without him, trying to picture me without him. I couldn't. Would he really abandon me? Maybe. Would I ever abandon him? Never.
I don't know how long I sat there, imagining the door opening and a forgiving Fred standing there. So I thought I might be hallucinating when the door did open, interrupting my thoughts by erasing the support of the door behind me. Even with how disoriented I was, I had managed to wrap my arms around Fred, returning the hug he had given me. The reason, I think, that he had opened the door.
"I'm sorry." I whispered again.
"No," he whispered back, "I'm sorry. I just...overreacted."
Smiling, I pulled him back into my arms, holding him for a while longer.
That was the one and only time Fred and I had been apart for more than mere seconds. Well, the second actually. The first time was at a birthday party I had been invited to...and Fred hadn't.
I felt horrible leaving him there by himself, standing there alone on the sidewalk as I trotted up to the little boys house with my gift. I can't even remember the kids name. But I hadn't had any fun at the party. The best part of that night was when I went home early, and Fred ran into my arms. He'd almost smushed the piece of cake I'd brought home for him.
Managing to drag him upstairs, I put us both in the bed we shared, snuggling in for the night together, as usual.
"I-It, it...it felt like you abandoned me!" he'd cried.
I pulled him even closer in, then comforted him the only way I knew how: I'd kissed him. Just a small peck on the head, a comforting motion, but a kiss non-the-less. Then, after a moment of wondering if I'd done the wrong thing, he'd kissed me back. Just a peck on the cheek, but my ears burned for a long while afterward. I'd swore the blush was permanent, but, eventually, it went away. Though the feeling I'd had the moment he'd kissed me hadn't, and a few years later I realized my feelings towards my brother. Now, in between our fifth and sixth year, I was dying to kiss him again, hold him in my arms and have him kiss me back. I wanted to feel his body under mine, moving and responding to things I did...
Man, I really had to stop thinking in fairytales. Fairytales where everyone turns out happy, everyone's straight, and the villain turns to the 'good' side in the end. Yeah, had to stop doing that. After all, there wasn't such a thing as a happy ending for Fred and me. Well, at least not one where I'd be happy. He would probably find a nice girl, get married, get a real job instead of the joke shop we'd been talking about since we were little, and live happily, ever, after. He'd be the one 'on top', and he would like it that way. It would be a girl he would marry, not an identical twin. He would get a job at the ministry, an important one that support his family (wife, dog, and 2.4 children)[1. Then he'd retire early, go on a second honeymoon, and die peacefully in his sleep at an old age. Yep. And I would be stuck the lonely old uncle, taking care of the kids with none of my own. I would call him every day, ask him how he was doing. Be an annoyance. Well, that sounded a lot like me already (the annoying part anyway).
But here I was, probably ruining his chance at a happy life with what would be a horrible, disgusting, puke-inducing memory in the future.
I really hadn't thought about what would happen if I ever kissed him. I never wondered if he'd pull away, slap me, abandon me as a brother. That was all I was thinking about now, however.
The only thing was, there wasn't much to think about because he didn't do anything I could base a hypothesis off of. I mean, there was the initial small gasp of surprise as our lips first met, but besides that, nothing.
So I pulled back.
"S-sorry." I mumbled. "S-sort of l-lost control." Oh smooth one George, very smooth, now you just sound like that weak, stuttering Professor Quirrel. Great.
I searched his face for some reaction; disgust, revulsion, hatred; but found none.
Nothing at all.
So he felt nothing when I kissed him. Just an emotionless, black chasm. Nothing.
Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision of his completely blank, but still beautiful, face. Self-loathing filled my being, freezing my heart to its core.
Still nothing.
In an instant I was up and running, sprinting into the house and up the stairs at top speed.
"Oh, finished already dear?" my mother asked politely as I flew past. I didn't even favor her with a glance.
Instead I focused on one thing: how to end it quickly. A bullet through the head would probably be the least painful way. But did I want it to be painless? Or maybe it should be slow, full of agony, heart wrenching like the kiss must have been for Fred.
I decided with the latter, seeing as we didn't have gun anyway and I couldn't think of anything else, just as I crashed into our room. Locking the door, I ripped through all my belongings, searching...looking for the one thing-
Found it! Triumphantly I held up the object of my choosing: a pendant, one from a necklace I had gotten for our birthday last year. I stared at it. It was a silver wand, about an inch long, with a pointed tip. Slowly, I placed it on the skin of my wrist, feeling the cool metal of the lethal weapon against my skin.
"George?" a voice identical to my own whispered through the crack under the door.
Fred.
What would he think when he saw me lying here, blood oozing out of my body, creating a pool of viscous, red liquid on the floor? I tried to picture him glad, happy that the complication of his life was finally gone.
But I couldn't.
No matter how many times I worked it over in my head, all I could see him doing was crying, hot tears of anger and sadness overwhelming those beautiful blue eyes, spilling out over his cheeks. And then his shaking hand gripping the silver wand pendent, slicing it into his own soft ski...his identical body laying beside mine, the same blood intermingling...I didn't want that to happen, not to him.
"George?" he whispered again, this time a little more fright and concern in his voice.
At a painstakingly slow pace, I walked over to the door, gently unlocked it, and eased it open.
Tears were running down his cheeks, his eyes had puffed up, and his bottom lip was trembling.
"Fred, I-" but I was unable to finish, unable to complete the thought even, because he just pushed me into the room, slammed the door behind us, and collapsed on top of me, kissing my lips so hard they turned numb.
We kissed for what seemed like forever, and only but a moment; time stood still and raced ahead at the same time; I couldn't remember if it lasted for hours or only seconds, but finally we broke apart, gasping for air.
Panting, he laid his head an my chest. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." he said between gulps of air.
I looked down at him, wrapping my arms around his slightly smaller waist.
"Actually, I think I do."
zZz
I look back on that day and smile.
Especially now, when I'm lying beside him, watching as his chest slowly rises and falls, seeing his fragile frame so close to mine.
Some people think it's wrong for boys to feel this way about each other. Those same people also think it's very wrong for brothers to feel this way. And twins? Well, they probably haven't even fathomed that. But, truthfully, I don't care. And I don't think Fred does either. So we pay no heed to those people, the ones that scowl and give us weird looks as we walk down the street, holding hands and laughing.
He shifts slightly, stretching an arm out, searching for something. Upon finding it he pulls at it until it's draped over his waist; my arm. Sighing contentedly, he snuggles closer into my chest.
I smile, getting pushed into another memory, one of mum.
We had decided to tell our family, about a week after we had figured it out ourselves.
So we did.
They took it quite well actually. Well, mum and dad did anyway. Everyone else sat at the table, jaws on the ground, staring at us holding hands like we were some freak show. Eventually though, they got used to it. Ginny and Ron were the first, Ginny actually smiled when she caught us holding hands. Then Charlie, Bill, and finally, at the end of the understanding train, was Percy. It took him at least a month to stop wincing when he saw me gently kiss Fred on the forehead, but eventually, he got used to it.
And I eventually told Fred about what I had thought of doing right before he had knocked on my door that day. He, of course, totally freaked out, screaming at me until his voice went hoarse and his throat raw. Then he kissed me.
Ahhh. Good memories.
Which brought me around to another. I giggled under my breath, blushing and embarrassed to this day.
About 5 days after our announcement to the fam, Fred and I had walked into our room and found some...well, a...a, uh...a box of...condems; and a note.
Fred and George,
Please use these, I don't want anything to happen. And certainly don't want unprotected sex under my roof! Ever.
XOXO -Mum-
We had laughed our heads off for a straight hour. Good old mum, always worrying about us.
And if she had been worried about us, you could only imagine how worried she was when Ron came out and told everyone about his boyfriend; Draco Malfoy.
I can still remember his face, red as a cherry, telling the whole household he was gay and in love, speaking so loud and uptight that the neighbors (about a mile away) could probably hear him. He was clutching the poor boys hand like a toddler gripping his most prized teddy bear.
Yes, very good memories indeed.
My mirror image shifted in the bed beside me, whispering incoherent words under his breath. I pulled the covers up to his bare shoulders, snuggled closer, and settled in for the night, sleeping beside my brother.
My twin.
zZz
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It was brought to my attention that the first chapter had some sort of weird malfunction in it that made strange little symbols pop up everywhere that any grammatical signs were used. I am very sorry for this, and I have no idea how it happened or how to fix it. Maybe I'll try to repost it┘neway, my apologies, hopefully this chapter will be completely legible for all of you, and if it isn't, my apologies yet again!! ;;
[1- 2.4 children is the average amount of children in each family in Canada. I know, how the heck could you get .4 of a child? Beats me, but this is government stuff, so it's not supposed to make sense.
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