A/N: I don't own any Harry Potter stuffs! YAY! I'm not making money or anything! If I owned anything I'd have Fred and George. Rowling can keep everything else. ::Grin::
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George's Point Of View
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That night I either did the dumbest or smartest thing ever in my life. The sad part is that it was probably both. I love my brother. But do I LOVE my brother? How confusing. I better stop thinking. I shifted over in bed so I could look out the window. The sun was already up and in my eyes. I must have been mad for staring at it for so long. Maybe I thought it might help explain something to me. Or, I'm just daft. Whichever suits the moment I suppose?
Since my brain was beginning to hurt, as well as my eyes, I decided that I should eat before I did anything else. I zoomed out of bed purposely leaving behind my twin and tried to run down the stairs as well. It proved to be a horrible idea because I fell halfway down instead. After stopping after the bottom step with a loud thud I jumped up as if the floor was on fire and ran into the kitchen.
"George! Put some clothes on! My eyes hurt now!" Ginny said. I looked down and didn't see anything on me. I immediately panicked and thought I was naked. I screamed and tried to cover myself like a woman.
"It's not that bad! You at least have boxers on!" I looked down once more, and then growled.
"Why were you in such a rush?" Fred asked, calmly walking to his seat and sitting down next to me.
"I'm hungry" I said gruffly. What else was I supposed to say? I just wanted to stop talking to him. He was causing me enough trouble as it was. Now mal-nutrition?
"Oh, just wondering" He said in a kind of whisper. Oh well, I was supposed to be harsh. It's HIS entire fault. He made everything all weird. Then again…I did kiss back.
I didn't have time for that though. Soon my food was in front of me and I concentrated on that instead. It didn't last long though because I ate in a rush trying to forget everything. I barely even tasted it. Hell, I could have eaten a pound of worms for all I noticed! Stupid twin! It's his fault; I only kissed him so he wouldn't feel like such a git. Well…maybe. Ah, shit. WHO KNOWS!?
Not being able to take my screaming conscience I decided to go outside and talk a very long walk and think. After all, I had a lot to think about. I pushed open the front door and felt a heavy sun shine fall upon my body. Even if it was kind of hot, it was still blissful. I ran out all the way to the front, feeling like a freed prisoner from Azkaban.
Too bad Fred was right behind me.
"Why are you walking around outside in your boxers?" He asked.
"Why do you care?" I asked, exasperatedly. He was running my 'freed man moment'!
"I was just..." I cut him off instead.
"It's you fault! You're the one driving me insane! I can't believe you did this! Why? Why did you have to kiss me? Just tell me why!" I started yelling. He smacked his hand over my mouth before I could say anything else though. I wasn't even finished expressing my pissed off statement of hatred for the confusion he brought upon me. How annoying.
"Fuck you're so damn loud! Do you want everyone in England to know it happened or what?!" He yelled back. I glared at him and his voice then wasn't so loud, but it was still pissed off sounding.
"I love you. That's why I did it. You kissed me back because you love me too. I know it's freaky I went through all the same shit" He took his hand off my mouth for me to speak.
"Shit's right. I don't think it's worth it. I could go kiss Ron without so much trouble" I said, trying to be cocky.
"Go on then" He said. What an idiot! Was he actually testing me? That git. He looked at me with a face that suddenly made me sort of…melt.
I guess I failed the test. I know that because the next thing I knew I was kissing him once again.