HI! Wow, I actually finished this chapter! I've been so busy lately and truthfully have had a major brain fart! But here it is, another chapter! Thanks again for your lovely reviews :) Now I just would like to say* cough* to all you people who favorite my story and don't review it...well you should :) Hehehehe I'm not saying I don't appreciate the favorites, because I do, but come one, we all love a review :p Oh, and thanks to anyone who pointed out a spelling mistake! Also, it's no problem to PM you guys, I love interacting with 'yall! Hehehe :) Sorry for the long(ish) A/N! I'll let you read now!

George's POV

"Geeeooooooorrrrggggiiiieeeee!" I hear Fred's voice following the loud pop.

I sigh.

Fred is drunk…again.

Fred has been getting drunk every night for the past week. I know it's my fault. It only started after I told Fred that I was in love with him. Before that, Fred barely drank any alcohol; in fact, he told me that he wasn't really fond of the taste.

Every morning at exactly seven o'clock, Fred disapparates out of the apartment, and every night at midnight, he returns incredibly drunk with that stupid bag in his hand. I just know it's his secret stash of fire whiskey that he goes in his room to drink.

Fred barges into my room without knocking, "Georgie!" he slurs, a grin on his face, "I've been looking forrr youuuu!" he sings.

I set my wand down on my desk next to a mirror that I've been trying to hex so that it will make whoever is looking into it turn a pasty white color.

"What, Fred?" I ask annoyed.

He enters my room and closes the door, "Geoorrrrgggiie! Baby brother, my other half," he begins walking towards my desk and putting his hands on my shoulders, "Why must you alllwwaayyysss work?" he whines.

I sigh, "Fred, you know that we have to come up with a new product for the shop. Not all of us have time to go out and get drunk every night." I point out.

Fred giggles, "Oh, Georgie, yes we do!" he ruffles my hair and walks over to the drawer next to my bed. He points at it.

"Is this where you keep your-hiccup-jouuurrnnaall?" he asks.

"Fred!" I yell. Every time he gets drunk, he says something about the journal or about how I am in love with him. I thought that big brothers were supposed to help their younger brothers out, not harass them about a secret.

"It isss, isn't it?" he giggle even more and takes his wand out of his pocket, "Now how do you open this thing?" he studies the drawer and waves his wand sloppily at it, "Open sesame!" he tries.

When it doesn't work, he puts one hand under his armpit and brings the other to his chin, stroking at an invisible beard, "No, that's not it." He says, knitting his eyebrows.

I jump up, "Fred!" I yell at him. His arms drop as he flinches and looks at me, eyes wide, "Please leave, now!" I point to the door and glare at him. I'm getting sick and tired of his taunting.

Fred's face drops for a second, and then brightens up immediately, "Alright, baby brother, don't have to be such a grumpy puss!" he coos, walking out of my room and slamming the door.

I sigh and fall backwards on to my bed. Sometimes it is very hard to love Fred. It's a lot easier to be in love with him, though.

The door opens once more and I lift my head. Fred smiles at me, "I wwuuuvvv youuu!" he says.

I sigh and drop my head, "Love you, too, now please leave before I seriously hurt you." I try to show the agitation in my voice.

I guess it doesn't work since Fred giggles like a little girl and leaves my room.

I groan loudly. I've wanted to talk to Fred about the whole…incident…but he's been too drunk to carry a real conversation. I should be happy he's actually talking to me again, but I just miss my brother; the person I fell in love with. Everything has changed since he read that stupid journal.

Fred's POV

As soon as I close George's door, I drop the drunken act and sigh.

I walk slowly to my room and slam my door.

Every day for the past week, I go out to this little café and write in that journal I got a few days ago. Every night, well except the first night when I actually was drunk, I come back acting drunk and go talk to George about his journal or him being in love with me.

To be completely honest, I've been trying to get a look at his journal one more time. I've been hoping that George will accidentally slip and tell me how you open that drawer where I know his journal is.

I want to know if George wrote any of the same stuff I've been writing in my journal. Wow. That sounds bad. "My journal." I repeat quietly.

God, do I sound like a girl.

But George was right when he told me he felt like he was going to explode holding his feelings in. That journal has been my outlet every day lately. And it's not like I can tell him that I'm in love with him, because…well because…oh I don't know!

I guess I just can't come to terms with being in love with my twin brother.

There are so many things wrong with that sentence. First off, he is a he. I didn't even know I was gay! I always liked girls; I didn't even look at other boys like that! Maybe I'm just gay for George?

Secondly, he is my brother! Last time I checked, incest is illegal and just down right wrong. Well, I mean it's okay when George does it because…who could resist that face?

Which brings me to my third point: he is my twin! I must be extremely narcissistic to be in love with someone who looks exactly like me!

I groan and grasp my hair, tugging at it in frustration. Why do I feel like this? Is this how George felt when he started falling for me?

George must be a lot braver than me, though. He actually was a man about the whole thing and faced me every day. He even had to let me sleep in his bed! I know I would absolutely die if George came into my room and asked to sleep in my bed while I was having these feelings. I would be to afraid I would jump him or something!

But me? I'm not brave at all. I pretend to be drunk every night just so I don't have to face my own feelings. I can't even really get drunk because the taste of alcohol makes me sick!

Pretending to be drunk is the only way I can talk about George's feelings with him.

Well, unless I actually talked to him like he wants…but that's stupid; I may let something slip!

At that moment, I hear a knock at my door, "Fred?" I hear George say, "Can I come in?"

The door knob turns. Time to put the act back on.

George's POV

"Hi, Georgie!" Fred greets me as I enter his room, "What brings you into my lovely home?" he asks, waving his hand around his room. He smirks and giggles into his hand, "You're not going to abuse me, are you? Hehehe!" he says in a girlish voice.

I roll my eyes and my head begins to pound. He is killing me.

I walk over and take a seat on his bed next to him. As soon as I sit, he jumps up and stands in front of me, shuffling his feet.

I stare at him for a moment and squint my eyes, trying to figure out the sudden movement, but shake my head and forget about it, "Fred, I want to talk." I say.

He bites his lip, "What-hiccup-about?" he asks.

"I'm worried about you!" I let out, practically screaming. "You go out every morning and come back bloody drunk out of your bloody mind!" I continue.

Fred just stares at me with wide eyes.

"I care about you, Freddie, but it's hard to be around you when you're acting this way! Is it because I'm in love with you? Is that why you're getting drunk every night?" I let out, my voice cracking and my eyes stinging as I feel tears coming on.

His eyes grow wider as he continues to stare at me. He takes a step closer, "No, of course not, Georgie." He says, his voice lower and more sober.

I feel a hot tear fall down my face, "Then why do you leave every day?" I squeak, "Why haven't you been looking me in the eyes?" I say as more tears fall from my eyes.

Fred frowns and he kneels down on the ground in front of me, "Oh, Georgie." He says quietly as he looks into my teary eyes and wipes a tear from the corner of one.

We stay frozen like this for a while, one of Fred's hand on my face and the other on my knee, kneeling in front of me, both of us looking deeply into the other's eyes.

Then Fred leans in and kisses me. On the lips. Passionately.

My eyes widen as his lips move against mine and I pull away, "Fred!" I say.

He stares at me with his eyes wide in shock, "I-I" he stutters before giggling uncontrollably, "I am so drunk!" he says and faints into my lap.

I groan.

Of course. Fred just kissed me because he is drunk.

It was bloody daft of me to think it was anything else.

But still.

I touch my lips lightly as I remember Fred's soft lips moving against them, fitting them perfectly.

It still felt good.

Fred's POV

Here I am, head in my brother's lap pretending to be unconscious.

I had kissed him

I couldn't help it. He just looked so sad! He actually thought that I was trying to ignore him!

But wasn't that exactly what I was doing? I was going out every day to get away from him, but not for the reason he thinks.

He thinks I'm doing it because I'm disgusted with him, but it's actually the exact opposite.

I just couldn't stand seeing him cry. I had to do something and when I was looking into his eyes, I just lost control.

I kissed him fully on the lips.

He had been shocked and so had I. I had to think fast after he pushed me away. I brought back that stupid drunk act that made him so sad and told him I was so, so drunk and "fainted" into his lap.

Now he would think that the kiss was nothing and that it was just a drunken action; that it meant nothing to me.

But it did. I can still feel his surprisingly soft lips on my own. His lips felt like they fit perfectly with mine. Identical, I guess.

Suddenly, I feel a hand running through my hair. I resist the urge to look up.

George begins to speak as he pets my hair, "Oh, Fred," he says quietly, "Why are you doing this to me?" he asks. Even though I can't see him, I can hear the sadness in his voice.

I shut my eyes tighter. Why am I doing this to him?

THE END!

Hahaha jk, To be continued.

So let me get this straight, did Fred just kiss George? O.o Oh my! Let's see if George finds out about Fred's little game...in the next chapter ;) Leave a review and tell me what you though! :)