Chapter 2: We Come Crashing Down
Angelina didn't bother with breakfast. She was sure that the growing dread in her stomach wasn't leaving room for anything else.
She dried off, changed her robes. Then she flopped wearily onto her bed, glad, for once, that Katie and Alicia were out on dates. She needed the uninterrupted silence to contemplate.
What did Fred want from her? And what did she need from Fred? And, most confusing of all, why did Fred suddenly feel the need to attach himself to George, while George didn't seem to really want the extra attention anyway?
It was true. Alicia had confided to Angelina that the she and George frequently had to sneak off so as not to be followed by Fred. Alicia hadn't seemed to upset, she actually giggled as she talked to Angelina.
"You must be doing something wrong girl, because Fred is one bored kid!" Alicia had laughed, joking, before walking off.
'Great.' Angelina thought. 'It's a joke for her, but it's a searing knife to my heart. '
"What the bloody hell am I doing wrong!" she cried out in frustration.
It hadn't always been this way. In fact, they had been quite happy until that dreadful train ride at the end of last year.
Angelina sighed to herself, memories flooding back. The day she had faked sick and spent the day with Fred. The day he gave her her first real kiss, in the moonlight, at the end of the ball. She remembered trying to hold in her bursting ecstasy at having found the love of her life when Alicia had been completely depressed over George not noticing her.
Then there was this year, and Fred had acquired his new obsession to George. Of course they had rarely been seen without one and other, but this was ridiculous. Fred seemed to feel some kind of guilt every second he wasn't near his twin.
'Right. And he can stand me up for an hour without feeling a thing.' She thought miserably.
She wasn't wrong. The Weasley twins were currently happily sitting in a corner, planning more attacks against Umbridge. Neither seemed to have a care in the world.
No.Angelina suddenly corrected her thought. Fred didn't care about anything. George was happily talking to Alicia.
Angelina walked over to where the trio was sitting. Taking a deep breath, she turned to her boyfriend, who hadn't acknowledged her presence and was still scribbling away on his parchment. Angelina coughed loudly.
"Um.Fred? Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?" she grew nervous and anxious as he turned to her, a look of annoyance on his face.
"We're a tad busy here Angelina. Can't it wait until later?" he asked impatiently.
'Just be strong.' she thought to herself,
"No." she replied forcefully. " I need to talk to you now." She emphasized the last word. Sighing, Fred got up to join her.
"Let's go outside." Angelina said anxiously. Fred peered out the window.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetie, but its raining." He replied with a harsh twinge of sarcasm dripping off every word.
"That's all right." Angelina's face hardened. "I think I'm getting used to the rain." Fred shrugged.
"Okay. I love the rain." He replied. Angelina winced inwardly as she followed him down the stairs.
* * *
Fred lay lazily on the ground next to a weeping will that had raindrops sliding off every leaf. Angelina took that as her cue to start the conversation.
"Do you remember when you asked me to meet you before breakfast?" she asked nervously. To her disappointment, no look of realization or remorse crossed Fred.
"It was raining." He said. Raindrops continued to fall in a slow, steady rhythm.
"You just said you loved the rain." Angelina replied, fighting to keep her voice even. Fred remained stubborn.
"Okay, sorry. I forgot, it'll never happen again." He said, standing up and wiping the dirt off of his wet robes. "Now let's go back inside, I'm really busy."
"I'm tired of this, Fred." Angelina said wearily. He didn't seem to understand.
"I'm tired, too. Now let's go back to the castle."
"Not tired of this date, tired of this dying relationship!" Angelina finally burst out. This was all too much. Fred gave her a tired look. She continued.
"And now this! I'm trying to break up with you, and you don't even care." She was close to tears now. "I am not an emotional person, Fred. I opened up and gave myself to you, and you threw me away with barely a sigh."
Fred stared at her.
"So," he said. Angelina closed her eyes, praying the next words would be some form of apology or explanation.
"So," he repeated. Angelina opened her eyes. Fred continued. "If that's all you have to say to me, I better be heading back to the castle." And that was it. That was the last, fatal blow to Angelina's heart, and as Fred stumbled up to the grounds, Angelina fell to the floor, to exhausted and destroyed even for tears.
A/n: La dee da, no reviews, but I don't care! (Talk about denial. If you would like to help me face this problem, please click on the happy button at the bottom. That is all.)
Angelina didn't bother with breakfast. She was sure that the growing dread in her stomach wasn't leaving room for anything else.
She dried off, changed her robes. Then she flopped wearily onto her bed, glad, for once, that Katie and Alicia were out on dates. She needed the uninterrupted silence to contemplate.
What did Fred want from her? And what did she need from Fred? And, most confusing of all, why did Fred suddenly feel the need to attach himself to George, while George didn't seem to really want the extra attention anyway?
It was true. Alicia had confided to Angelina that the she and George frequently had to sneak off so as not to be followed by Fred. Alicia hadn't seemed to upset, she actually giggled as she talked to Angelina.
"You must be doing something wrong girl, because Fred is one bored kid!" Alicia had laughed, joking, before walking off.
'Great.' Angelina thought. 'It's a joke for her, but it's a searing knife to my heart. '
"What the bloody hell am I doing wrong!" she cried out in frustration.
It hadn't always been this way. In fact, they had been quite happy until that dreadful train ride at the end of last year.
Angelina sighed to herself, memories flooding back. The day she had faked sick and spent the day with Fred. The day he gave her her first real kiss, in the moonlight, at the end of the ball. She remembered trying to hold in her bursting ecstasy at having found the love of her life when Alicia had been completely depressed over George not noticing her.
Then there was this year, and Fred had acquired his new obsession to George. Of course they had rarely been seen without one and other, but this was ridiculous. Fred seemed to feel some kind of guilt every second he wasn't near his twin.
'Right. And he can stand me up for an hour without feeling a thing.' She thought miserably.
She wasn't wrong. The Weasley twins were currently happily sitting in a corner, planning more attacks against Umbridge. Neither seemed to have a care in the world.
No.Angelina suddenly corrected her thought. Fred didn't care about anything. George was happily talking to Alicia.
Angelina walked over to where the trio was sitting. Taking a deep breath, she turned to her boyfriend, who hadn't acknowledged her presence and was still scribbling away on his parchment. Angelina coughed loudly.
"Um.Fred? Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?" she grew nervous and anxious as he turned to her, a look of annoyance on his face.
"We're a tad busy here Angelina. Can't it wait until later?" he asked impatiently.
'Just be strong.' she thought to herself,
"No." she replied forcefully. " I need to talk to you now." She emphasized the last word. Sighing, Fred got up to join her.
"Let's go outside." Angelina said anxiously. Fred peered out the window.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetie, but its raining." He replied with a harsh twinge of sarcasm dripping off every word.
"That's all right." Angelina's face hardened. "I think I'm getting used to the rain." Fred shrugged.
"Okay. I love the rain." He replied. Angelina winced inwardly as she followed him down the stairs.
* * *
Fred lay lazily on the ground next to a weeping will that had raindrops sliding off every leaf. Angelina took that as her cue to start the conversation.
"Do you remember when you asked me to meet you before breakfast?" she asked nervously. To her disappointment, no look of realization or remorse crossed Fred.
"It was raining." He said. Raindrops continued to fall in a slow, steady rhythm.
"You just said you loved the rain." Angelina replied, fighting to keep her voice even. Fred remained stubborn.
"Okay, sorry. I forgot, it'll never happen again." He said, standing up and wiping the dirt off of his wet robes. "Now let's go back inside, I'm really busy."
"I'm tired of this, Fred." Angelina said wearily. He didn't seem to understand.
"I'm tired, too. Now let's go back to the castle."
"Not tired of this date, tired of this dying relationship!" Angelina finally burst out. This was all too much. Fred gave her a tired look. She continued.
"And now this! I'm trying to break up with you, and you don't even care." She was close to tears now. "I am not an emotional person, Fred. I opened up and gave myself to you, and you threw me away with barely a sigh."
Fred stared at her.
"So," he said. Angelina closed her eyes, praying the next words would be some form of apology or explanation.
"So," he repeated. Angelina opened her eyes. Fred continued. "If that's all you have to say to me, I better be heading back to the castle." And that was it. That was the last, fatal blow to Angelina's heart, and as Fred stumbled up to the grounds, Angelina fell to the floor, to exhausted and destroyed even for tears.
A/n: La dee da, no reviews, but I don't care! (Talk about denial. If you would like to help me face this problem, please click on the happy button at the bottom. That is all.)
