:One Song, One Story:
You have the time the song plays for to write your drabble (even though i hate that word, it implies humour, i'm being serious), no editing allowed.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. You know this by now.
Popular – Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel (Wicked Soundtrack)
Fred
"We don't want you to be... Hmm, George, how to say this?"
"The fifth wheel?" Katie looked up at him and flushed red.
"Well, fifth wheel is probably a little too harsh, brother." I rolled my eyes down at Katie and she swallowed, looking back at me as though she was about to cry. "I think what he means is... you need a boyfriend. And you're not getting one how you are now. So you need to change."
"Thank you. Really, the self esteem thing... you're so good for mine."
"That's first. Yes, we love your sense of humour. Nobody else gets it. Least of all... well, anyone."
"Thanks. You're saying I can't be me now?" She let out a growl and I'm pretty sure there were tears reflecting the firelight on her face. George shifted seats and sat beside her. "Go away." She shoved him and he punched her in the arm, smiling at her. "That hurt!" She rubbed her arm and I was sure of the tears then.
She rose and I watched her go. George joined me, throwing himself down in the chair beside me.
"Not going to work, brother." He sighed.
"Why?"
"Seeing her cry was possibly the most heart-wrenching thing." He stopped, sighed and looked at the girls' staircase. "I can't... stay away."
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A/N:Okay, Hello, It's me, i'm not dead! Yet.
My excuses? Lame, poor, bad.
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