A/N: I cannot express how sorry I am that I haven't updated this story in so long. I've hit some dark times and couldn't bring myself to write anything, but now that things are getting better I'm writing more. I suppose I'm a bit like George, slowly recovering... I promise another letter by the end of the weekend. As always, reviews are very much appreciated.
~Jovi
Hey Fred.
So… the last letter, the one from last night, it was kind of a mistake to have written it. I just found it now, stuffed in the back corner of my desk drawer at the flat, where I keep all of the letters, and I hope you realize that I was very much intoxicated when I wrote it. But what I wrote in it was true. I did kiss Angelina. And I really hope you're not mad about it, Freddie. I really like her, really like her. I don't usually like girls either, normally I just want to shag them senseless, to be honest, but there's something different about her.
I have the worst hangover of my life right now, but I don't care, I feel like I need to explain myself to you. I kissed Angelina because I wanted to, not just because I was drunk on Firewhiskey. Maybe the Firewhiskey sort of influenced me to kiss her, but either way, it happened, and I liked it, and I don't regret it happening. I don't think Angelina does either, but I can't really speak for her, can I? We both realize that it's been almost two years since you've gone on, and I think this is just two people trying to finally move on with their lives. And isn't that a good thing? I mean, people have been nagging us to get on with our lives for so long, and now we are.
I really just wish I could talk to you about this, face to face. I'll tell you something no one else knows – I used to stand in front of the mirror and pretend I was talking to you. Except you only had one ear, but that was back when I was so depressed and borderline insane, so it didn't matter to me. I want to talk to you so badly, Fred, I need your advice on so many things. What would you want me to do about Angelina? And how the hell should I know what to write for a speech as a best man at Percy's wedding? He keeps pestering me about that, even though his wedding is months away. I just want to turn to you in the shop and ask, "Is this a good price?" or maybe, "Do you think exploding inkwells would sell well?" I need you, Fred, in so many ways.
My head is pounding, and I think I'm about to heave. Better get going.
I love you more than anything, Fred. Please, figure out a way, any way, to get to me. I need you so badly right now.
Love your twin,
George
