Mirror Image: Miscommunication
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, though I'd love to take the twins home with me.
Pairings: Fred/George
Summary: Fred and
George know that something has changed between them. But what? And
how will they fix it?
Song: Foreign Language by Anberlin
George was the first to wake up. The house was still quiet, the sun barely beginning to rise over the horizon, the room still quite dark. He yawned quietly, slowly opening his eyes, and stifling a shriek. Fred's face was centimeters away, their noses almost touching, Fred's hot breath on his skin. George swallowed nervously and realized how warm he was.
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Boys
speak in rhythm and girls in code
Tell it to me straight, give it
to me now
Face forward, face forward
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Sensation drifted into his limbs and he realized, with a mixture of happiness and horror, that his legs were intertwined with Fred's, one of his twin's arms around him. George thought frantically for a moment, trying to come up with a plan to sneak out of bed, before sighing and deciding it would just be best to stay this way.
George watched his twin sleep. He found himself admiring his eyelashes, his fiery red eyebrows that faded to almost blonde towards the outer edges, the strange, unique cluster of freckles near his right eye, one that George didn't have there. Just creamy, pale skin. George lifted his hand to his twin's face and softly touched the small group of markings, a constellation on the map of Fred's face. Fred's eyelashes fluttered and he sighed, shifting slightly, and George drew his hand back quickly, pretending to be asleep.
Fred's eyes snapped open and his hand flew to his face. He could have sworn George's hand was there a moment ago. The place next to his right eye tingled, like George's fingerprint had been branded on his skin. Maybe it was just a dream. Fred lowered his hand with a small sigh. George looked asleep...but his breathing was a bit fast, like he was panicked.
"George." he whispered, gently shaking his twin's shoulder. George's eyes snapped open.
"What?" he hissed back, squinting and pretending as though he were irritated at being 'woken up'. He hoped, desperately, that Fred hadn't caught him.
"Were you having a bad dream, mate?" he whispered, his hand still on George's shoulder. "You looked pained and your breathing was weird."
"Y-...Yeah. Just a bad dream." George muttered, sighing softly with relief.
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Boys
speak in rhythm and girls in code
Tell it to me straight, give it
to me now
Face forward, face forward
----
Fred's hand was still on his shoulder, and both twins looked at it and at each other awkwardly before Fred quickly jerked his hand away and cleared his throat.
"What time is it?" he asked quietly, straining to see the clock over George's shoulder. George turned his head and sighed.
"Four fifty-three. I'll never get back to sleep at this rate." he said irritatedly. "Why were you up, anyway?" he asked, suspicion lacing his voice, though it was for show. George wanted to keep the private moment he had stolen, moments ago, to himself. A precious secret.
"I, er...I dunno." Fred answered lamely. George raised an eyebrow, then sighed and gazed at his twin. They spent a few moments simply staring at each other, imprinting each other's faces in their minds before Fred awkwardly looked away and George closed his eyes.
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Speaking
foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign
language, nothing I can dictate
you're speaking foreign language
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George stared at the back of his eyelids and wondered how identical twins could have so many little differences, tiny quirks that no one seemed to notice. Like the freckles near Fred's eye, or the way his eyelashes were a little longer than George's, or his just slightly broader shoulders.
"Fred, I..." George started, opening his eyes. He fully intended to bring up hearing him last night, to discuss it, to be honest. There was a weight pressing down on him, like an elephant slowly stepping on his chest the longer he waited, squeezing the air out of him.
"Yeah?" Fred asked, turning his gaze back on George, who sighed. He couldn't. Not now. How would he bring it about? How would he address it, how could he pour out his feelings, when he didn't even fully understand them himself?
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Boys
speak in rhythm and girls just lie
Tell me how you feel, come out
of the dark
Then we can head back home and I'll know where to
start
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"Nothing." he whispered, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the pillow. Fred felt disappointment, an arguement, a confession, something, welling up in his throat, but couldn't speak. Sighing, he mimicked his brother. George's breathing evened out again after a bit, and Fred stared at the ceiling. It was then that he realized that their legs were intertwined. How had he not noticed this before? A blush crept across his cheeks, drowning out the freckles on the skin it touched. He didn't dare move them; he would wake George up again.
Fred relaxed his body and watched his twin, shoulder slowly rising and falling with each breath. He traced every line, every contour, of George's face with his eyes. He loved it when he found something about his brother that was unique, that Fred didn't have. It was something he privately prided himself on, knowing that he was the only one who knew that the soft, downy hairs on the nape of his twin's neck were so light they were practically blonde, and how his left thumb was slightly longer than his right, and that his hands were just a tad smaller than Fred's.
It was something he lorded over the rest of the family, in his mind. A precious secret.
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Speaking
foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign
language, nothing I can dictate
you're speaking foreign
language
nothing I can translate
you're speaking foreign
language.
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Fred reached up to touch his twin's neck, his fingers ghosting over the soft, feathery hairs. He pulled his hand away after a moment with a small sigh and closed his eyes, letting himself drift back into sleep as well.
George's eyes snapped open in disbelief. He had never gone to sleep, merely pretended, hoping Fred would follow suit. As he watched his brother sleep, truly sleep, George gently touched the back of his neck. His skin tingled where Fred had touched him. A funny chill shot up his spine and George shivered.
'When did we get so awkward around each other?' George wondered. Their conversations weren't as easy, as lighthearted, and George couldn't remember when it had started. The little hairs on the back of his neck were raised and George, true to his word, couldn't get back to sleep, no matter how hard he tried. The heat between their skin where their legs were still entangled was too distracting.
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Where
did we go wrong?
We need medication for this
miscommunication
where did we go wrong?
Our conversation's
weakened
conversations weakened----
The sun burst through the windows, searing against Fred's eyelids. He squinted as he woke up, stretching his long limbs. Instantly he sensed something was wrong. He realized that his legs were free of George's, and that he was turned toward the windows.
His head whipped around to see that the spot next to him was empty. Sluggishly, Fred got up, yawning as he pulled on a shirt. He could hear Molly bustling about downstairs. She would be waking them all up any moment for breakfast. Fred was too distracted by that morning's events, the strange shift in the way they spoke to each other, to notice George coming in.
"Mum says breakfast is ready." George murmured. Fred nearly jumped out of his skin.
"A-alright." he stammered. George left, his footsteps receeding down the stairs and into the kitchen. Fred let out a breath he realized he had been holding in and ran a hand through his hair.
'What changed between us? When did it get so awkward?' Fred wondered, slowly padding down the hallway. The smell of bacon met his nose before he got to the stairs and his stomach growled, but he ignored it.
'More importantly, how can I fix it?'
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Boys
speak in rhythm and girls in code
Boys speak in rhythm and girls
just lie
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Haha! I couldn't resist writing the next chapter before bed. I really love this story so far, it's starting to really grow on me. I may do more chapter stories with band themes throughout. I 3 Anberlin...yes, I've said it already, but I do. I like the way this is turning out, and I can't wait to write the next chapter. Ahh, Fred/George. Say hello to my new obsession. :
Review please!
-Charlotte-
REVIEWS:
rain-feathers: I got an account just to review your story. It's so fricken awsome! I love the way you describe all the little nuances between the twins and wrapping each chapter around a song is a very cool idea. Really, it's well written! Please keep it up!
Wow! Thank you so much! This review made my day! hands $100 Ahem, tell your friends. Haha! Thank you!
Street Trash: This is great! Update soon!
Thanks! I'm working on the next chapter...mutters obscenities and glares at pile of homework Stupid school.
gezerette:
im lovin it
trademark that!
also like the music. its kool and
the gang
Thank you for reviewing!!
You guys are awesome! Keep it up!
Angels-above: this is absoloutly brilliant! Please update soon! the twins story is so so sweet! Anberlin rules beyond all belief! I was listening to it, while I was wandering ariond fanfiction and I found a anberlin story, coincidence ne?! awesome! heh, the best song has to be either dismantle repair or godspeed, or love song or..okay all of them! hope u update soon!well done! x
Thank you so much! Anberlin does rule beyond all belief, lol! Woot!
asingledarkcrimsonrose: yay Char! -whoops and calls for more twincest-
giggles Thanks, Gemma!
A/N: 03/09 Sorry, guys, I'm trying really hard to get the next chapter finished and updated, but I've just had so much homework lately! It's insane! I'll hopefully get it done this weekend!
-Char-
