Disclaimer: I wish, but I don't, own Fred and George. They respectable belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warning: Twincest and one angry writer.

Stephy...-takes a deep breath- is back, with round two of writing this fan fiction. Why? Because my computer sucks and killed the last file I had it saved on. To be it frank...I'm on my last nerve. So let see where were we? Ah George had just kissed Fred, was it not?

Out Of Reach

Chapter 2: Rejection or Attraction
By: Stephanie Stephy Gray

The fire seemed miles away, dim and dark in the black ashes. His hands were still stiff around my shoulders, the years of being a beater shown with the firm grip. He reminded silent while I watched the ground, I didn't know what to think. Is this good or bad? It was a cacophonous exchange, I shouldn't have done it. Regret sunk in with ever minute of silence and no end seemed to be in sight.

I decided to look up. Tried blue eyes watched my brother with an emotion I've never seen, it was frightful. He seem zoned and unconscious to the living world, eyes gawked at the mirror pair and his mouth gapped. I was sure it wasn't a good sign, only sickly people looked like that. A silent sigh escaped whilst I patted his shoulder. There was no in being there an longer, and he'd get the point some time.

"Well mate, I believe we should get to bed before we get caught...being out late."

Melancholy. Somber. Failure. They bitten at my skin many times before, but never so harsh. Even though I had assured myself that this was the outcome, it was always with words. Silence was worse, I crossed the invisible line that Fred had set and now I lost all communications with him. Shattered dreams lurked in my mind as I edged towards the stairs, eyes returned back to the floor. It felt like the silent treatment, a battle field all it's own that Fred and I had to face against one the siblings, but then I wasn't alone then.

"Wanker it wasn't like I raped you, it was just a kiss."

With a roll of my eyes I finally went up the stairs. Off beat steps followed after me soon after, at least he was moving. I'd hate to wake up and still find him in the same spot. You'd think I had placed a curse on him with my touch. It felt bad to get such a rejection, a simple 'I'm not interest,' would had been decent.

Rejection. It hurt like a bloody knife to the heart. Crushed, like I had been trapped under a boulder, I went to bed. At least I had tried, as I shifted through out the night under the covers. Not a word came from the twin in the bunk bed above, but he hadn't snored any either. Traumatized or he'd been sleeping light that night, my guess was for the fore mentioned. As I waited for his snore, I had thought out through what lead to the end result.

Love, I had long thought it was a beautiful and should had been cherish with care. Every time I had seen other's, I always hoped for my own. I thought it'd been grand and lively, instead my love cause agony. My smile died and my hopes were ruin. It had became a parasite from the moment on, feasting my body with a slow painful death. Even now it wouldn't die, I couldn't let go of my love.

I had fallen in love during a summer time. We had just finished a practice session for our usual spots, beaters. The day was perfect and the sky was clear, the last clear sky I had know. Weathered fingers had reached up to touch the endless wonder, sure I could fly through the clouds any day, the sky itself could never be caught. It was then that I looked over at the equally tried twin. Droplets of sweat kissed his perfect complexion, while wet hair clung to his face against freckles. It was one the few times I had seen him tried, but still he had that lopsided grin on his face.

Without warning the tired Fred laid his head against my shoulder. The trust of a brother to make sure he didn't fall. When you always share everything, trust was a needed and we had shared it well.

"You make a better leaning post than a brother."

A joke, it was all in good fun, though he tried to sound serious his voice had just lacked. He had to been very tired, now that I recall, since he could keep the rightful tone in any situation.

What had caught me hook line and sinker was his hot breath. Fred had his head slightly tilted and the soft breathed had pelted against my skin. It was alluring and sensual, I felt like I was asthmatic. Not a limb in my body could move and my cheeks were overcome by a heat. Had I been blushing? I couldn't tell, but the dear brother hadn't. It was another time that we were different.

Our habits. I couldn't see how I chewed on my lip, he didn't. We didn't always find the same reason to blush, we weren't the same being. Especially now, it made was apparent. I loved him, but it wasn't returned. And tomorrow it'd no longer be us, it'd be me. I'd find myself alone, no longer apart of Fred and George...

Dawn came to quickly the next day. I was the first out, to keep my distance away from him. It was an intuition that told me he didn't want me around, so I followed it blindly. When we ate breakfast I sat in a new seat, and to my lesser surprise found that he didn't even show up. Half of me was worried while the other half blamed myself. He wasn't here because of me, was it that bad? I even lost focus on the meal in front me, a breakfast I'd usually adore. When it was time for classes I discovered, and I wasn't sure if it was to my dismay, that I hadn't ate much of it. Bloody hell, he made me loose my meal.

The classes went off with plenty of hitches. He, Fred, did show up for the classes. Many people found a surprise that he actually looked thoughtful. A distant look took in his eye while he sat in his usual seat. I heard others gasp when I buried my head into a book, as if I was reading. Some thought that we had a prank up our sleeves and other's thought we were sick. I heard many rumors throughout the class day till the end. That's when I took to a quiet place, some where that I thought I could be alone. The library, where very few were, one of them happened to be Hermione. An eye that I was quick to dodge before she looked up from her books, she was just too nosey.

Alone. What more could I'd ask for in such a miserable day, a day made by the biggest prat--your's truly. Reality sunk in much further than I thought it would. I had hope that he merely got mad and swore a few sentences to me. Sentences of how I've gotten mixed signals for something that wasn't there. Instead I sat alone in a corner. A book covered my face while I pretended to read. A few times I had thought someone noticed who I was when I heard foot steps come closer, but they quickly stopped and turned off.

Isolated in the library silent tears wrecked the freckle features. My cheeks were soon hot with frustration and anger. Anger at myself for being a miserable git who couldn't keep his problems to himself. I wanted it all to disappear, no I wanted the problem to disappear--me. Without me Fred could go back to his business without the problem of his brother. What had he been thinking that day? That I, George, was going to pop out randomly and violate his personal space. I got the hint last night, it made it all perfectly clear. I couldn't be loved no better than a brother.

After what felt like forever, but probably no more than ten minutes, I finally decided to leave. I wiped an arm over my eyes and rested a hand against a hot cheek. I had planned to go outside and get a breath of fresh air, but it seems my plans are made by others. As I headed to the exit my sleeve was tugged at and I found myself pulled behind one of the bookcases. I didn't even see who it was when I was about to protest. My protest cut off before it even began when he pressed his lips against my own.

Perfection. I didn't need to look to know who I was lip locked with. The sweet taste and smooth features told me plenty, it was Fred. I enjoyed the moment. His kiss less chaste than mine own while his hands rested at the hem of my vest. Fingers entangled in the fabric and the beautiful eyes stared into mind. My own hands caught around his robe when I leaned my weight against the bookcase, I didn't even think about it falling, we were lucky that it hadn't. Bliss. Heaven. And yet, I was--frankly--confused.

I wasn't about to let that break up the trice. I loved it and wished it wouldn't have come to end, but like all great things in life it did. A cocky smile lingered across his lips, proud and in control of everything. Such a devil he was, but what the deuce was he trying to prove? That I didn't know how to kiss as well?

"What the bloody hell?"

It was the first thing that came out of my mouth. It sound rather discouraging, at least if it was me who received it. Yet he continued to grin at the gapped mouth. He knew I had more to say, that git, he always thought he knew more than most people. We didn't exactly believe in book smarts when we had common sense.

"--What the deuce happen to last night and the frozen look."

He laughed, he had found something funny and apparently I missed it. I wanted to look around and see what it was but instead I watched him pull off a Fred-is-the-greatest expression. A finger jokingly rubbed under his nose with a brief chuckle. A wink passed as the subtle message was becoming more and more clear. That bloody git…

"I should really be an actor, then again Little George wouldn't know what to do with his life if I wasn't there to fulfill the joke shop."

I tried to pull off a stern look as much as I wanted to laugh and smile; in short be a jovial twin. Had he basically stated that I wouldn't know what to do if we had became me? I had it tested out today, and for all truth he was right. A know-it-all that I couldn't hate. A person that I had thought was out or reach--

When in fact he had been right there in hands the whole time.