Okay, we will get straight to the point of things in this chapter, cause it's one AM and I just got back from babysitting 4 screaming and crying kids, and high school has led me to get at least five hours in this whole freaking week of sleep, leading to about an hour a night. The points are… George and Alicia are a bit fed up with their mother's… (A BIT? HA!) Not time to start fighting with my conscience… (Sure… you just want to ignore me). Somebody save me from my own insanity.
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Chapter 18- Breaking Point
"AND WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" Screeched Mrs. Weasley at the top of her voice in the early morning, two days after Alicia and George talked in the bedroom.
"WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK IT MEANS?" Asked Mrs. Spinnet, her voice reaching equally loud.
Alicia rolled over in bed again, and shoved the pillow over her head to drown out the noise. She shoved her hand under the pillow and checked her watch.
Five thirty AM.
She groaned and tried to cover her ears more with her hands.
Mrs. Weasley practically screamed in horror. "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT WIZARDS? WHEN YOUR OWN DAUGHTER IS A PART OF US! SHE'S MORE OF A WIZARD THAN A MUGGLE!"
Alicia sat straight up in bed. Did she hear Mrs. Weasley defending her? She rubbed her eyes and looked in the mirror across the bed that hung on the wall. Her light brown hair stuck out every which way. She got up and brushed it, grouping it into two messy pigtails.
"AND WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ANYWAYS? SHE WILL GET A NICE JOB AS AN ACCOUNTANT AND EARN A LOT OF MONEY, AND MARRY A WEALTHY MAN, THAT IS MOST DEFINATLY NOT A WIZARD!" Mrs. Spinnet screamed, still keeping a superior voice about her.
Alicia slipped on a pair of tight black shorts that reached near her knees, and kept the grey shirt George had given her on. It said something about their joke shop, but it was old, when the twins were only wishing about it.
She opened the door a crack and peered out into the living room and kitchen since the rooms were connected. Her mother was standing up, chest puffed out and heaving. Mrs. Weasley, though shorter and pudgier, was staring hard into her eyes with pure hatred, matching the anger that fumed off the both of them.
Alicia walked out. "Mom…?" She said questioningly.
"Oh… did we wake you up dearest?" Mrs. Spinnet asked, shaking Alicia's hand again.
Alicia's eyes slid over to Mrs. Weasley and she tried to smile at her.
"What do you think, with your loud mouth?" Molly snapped, glaring at Mrs. Spinnet.
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!" Mrs. Spinnet growled back.
Molly puffed out her chest, her face growing redder by the second. "EXCUSE ME? EXCUSE ME! WHAT?" She screamed. "YOUR SPENDING YOUR TIME IN MY BOY'S HOUSE AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO STAND UP TO ME HERE? THIS IS PRACTICALLY MY HOUSE AS MUCH AS IT IS THEIRS!"
"YOU WISH!" Mrs. Spinnet screamed back.
"YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU?" Mrs. Weasley growled.
George and Fred swung open their bedroom door, both of them standing in their boxers and holding their heads to keep from their mounting headaches from overloading and threatening to break their head in two.
"What the hell is going on here?" Fred asked, walking over.
George stayed standing in the doorway, looking perplexed.
Mrs. Weasley walked to Fred's side and pointed straight at Mrs. Spinnet. "Her…" She said in a very quiet, very dangerous voice.
Mrs. Spinnet shook in anger. "Me? It was her!"
George sighed. "You sound like a bunch of first years." He said.
Mrs. Spinnet's face turned red.
"I'm sorry, but you do." He said shrugging. "Try to get along, at least until people actually wake up."
Mrs. Spinnet muttered something like, 'inappropriate choice of clothing.'
George looked down at his boxers that had a pattern of little red trains chugging along all over it. He laughed. "Well, it's appropriate considering the time, Mrs. Spinnet. Now what's the problem here? It can't be about your differences… I thought wizards and muggles alike all learned their morals about respect, especially you mum, dad would be disappointed."
"Your father never mentioned such dreadful muggles…" Mrs. Weasley muttered.
"STOP. CALLING. US. THAT." Said Mrs. Spinnet, her tone raised and straining to be calm.
"What? Muggles?" Asked Fred.
Mrs. Spinnet nodded.
"Mother, that is what non-magic folk are called." Alicia protested.
"Non-magic people, Alicia. Correct grammar makes a woman." Mrs. Spinnet said, her face still red and her eyes still fixed on Molly.
"In all respect, Mrs. Spinnet, but what would we call you? If your not wizards, and not muggles, than what are you?" George asked.
"Human. Not some alien freak-show like you." She said glaring at George, Fred and Molly. "I have no idea how my sweet daughter was dragged into all of this."
"MOTHER!" Alicia yelled. It was one of the very few times that shy, Alicia Spinnet had actually raised her voice in anger. "I am not a child any longer."
Mrs. Spinnet's face went white. "Did you- raise your tone?"
"Oh shut it, will you? You can't come into Fred and George's home and take it over like it was your dumb little mansion. I didn't want you to come here for this exact reason!" Alicia said, her jaw set, a little thing that she had learned from Fred and George.
Mrs. Spinnet said nothing. Neither did Mrs. Weasley.
"If you lot want to argue the whole time, then it's better if I leave." Alicia said, glancing at George but then looking right back at Molly and her mother.
"Alicia-…" George began.
"Just keep yourselves together for one day, will you?" Alicia rather ordered than asked.
Alicia then ran down the stairs and out the door of the shop, like a bullet. She ran, barefoot on the soft grass that was becoming greener each day that spring rolled by into a nice and soft summer. The sun that was shooting up into the sky, beat down like a deserts eye, warming her body as tears rolled down her face.
Why was nothing going right? Even if Alicia wanted to be with George forever, her mother wouldn't allow her… would she let her mother rule her life around, and wreck it? How was she going to face everyone again? It was her fault that Fred, George, and Molly were miserable. If she wasn't there, then her mother wouldn't have come, and all of this yelling and arguing that was enough to make her burst, wouldn't be happening.
Her gut felt like exploding with the feeling of guilt. A quick rush of nerves and then a sensation that made her want to throw up passed through her body. She had run down to the creek by the lop-siding hills behind the shop, her tears coursing down her cheeks and along her neck.
Suddenly arms wrapped around her stomach, stopping her from running. She swung around into the strong arms of George Weasley, his muscular chest heaving from breath, as he had to chase her. Her face pressed into his muscle, as she gasped for breath as well. She hadn't noticed how fast she had been running until she stopped.
"George, leave me please." She begged.
"No." he said softly but sternly.
She beat her hands against his chest, trying to punch every inch of him, trying to make him feel what she felt. Then she immediately stopped and felt guilty. He must already feel like she was. She collapsed in his arms, her legs giving way as he held her up and kneeled to the ground as her body lay limp in his arms, shaking and tears falling onto his bare skin.
Her arms found their way around his neck, his strong arms wrapped comfortingly around her, assuring her that nothing could hurt her while she was here. He held her close and kissed her neck, and then her cheek.
She sat up on her own and looked into his eyes, her hands moving from the back of his neck along the side of his cheeks and caressing his face. Then her lips found his for the first time in days, as she slowly kissed him and softly held his face in her hands, bringing him closer to her.
She parted from him, her breath still shaking from her gasping sobs a small while earlier, and she pulled him into a hug. They sat there by the stream, just holding one another, and not saying anything at all.
To Alicia, it felt like George could save her from anything, and care for her in a way that no one else could.
"You're having a hard week." Said George after a while of silence.
She broke their hug and flopped into the grass. He gave her one of his in-famous Weasley smiles. He grinned to the side and raised an eyebrow at her, cocking his head to the side and looking extremely cute.
"Sorry." She said quietly.
George shrugged. "Don't be… your not the one at fault for not being able to control our mothers… thought we'd be a little less mature than them, other than the opposite. Their acting like children."
Alicia shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do if my mother starts yelling again… I can hardly take it." She said softly, looking up at the sky from her spot on the grass as she lay on her back. The fluffy clouds passed through the skies slowly and she threw her hands over her head and put up a knee, in a relaxed position.
Her arms lay like two L's on either side of her head, her stomach slowly moving up and down as she breathed. A cloud reminded her of a small bunny, coming out of a top hat.
George put his hands overtop of hers. Her whole hand was about the size of his palm, as his fingers wrapped over the backs of her hands to close in her hands on his. She laughed as he straddled her, one leg on either side of her stomach and he smiled down at her his cheeks red and puffy.
He moved down so his face was close to hers, his lips grazing lightly over hers. She tried to deepen the kiss, but he kept his head just far enough so that all she could do was lightly touch the tip of her lips to his. She struggled to kiss him, but he playfully kept her down.
"Hey…" She said giggling.
He rubbed his hips against hers, and rolled over onto his back on the grass, so that she flipped over onto his stomach quickly and suddenly.
"Whoa!" She gasped, letting out numerous giggles.
He let go of her hands and ran them down her sides, under her arms, along the sides of her chest and down her stomach edges and over her hips, slowly down her thighs and ending at the bend in her knee. Then he started moving his hands back up again, smiling at her and staring into her eyes.
She rubbed her hips against his and felt his hands glaze over the sides of her body. She took a small gasp of air and then sighed it out, moving her lips down to his. She kissed the right side of his mouth, half on his cheek, half on his lips, and then did the same to the left side of his mouth. She then moved to the dead centre of his lips and kissed them lightly and tenderly, and then moved forward, kissing them harder and pushing her body against his, deepening their passion.
She broke the kiss and his eyes opened, they stared into each other's eyes as they breathed deeply, yet still breathlessly, their mouth's still close enough to touch.
"That was worth waiting for…" George said softly.
Alicia laughed. "I'd wait an eternity for another kiss from you."
George smiled and raised his eyebrow, giving her another in-famous Weasley grin. "Too bad… I can't wait that long at this moment..." He said, his body shifting from underneath her.
Alicia shrugged. "Yeah, me neither." She said quickly, slamming her lips on his and snapping her eyes closed.
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How cute can George get? So cute! Wait for it… Scenes from the next chapter…
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"Katie! Lee! Angelina! Oh my god, it's been so long!" Alicia said happily, flinging her arms around each of their necks.
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"There's something I need to talk to you about…"
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Wow… First time I gave you all a peek. I like mixing it up… lets to the salsa! Okay… not mixing it like that… I would, but I don't know how to do the salsa. Hmmm… want to win a free smile? Name a type of dance that you think I wouldn't have heard of! Then I'll tell you if you won a free smile! Oh yeah… it has to be real, and it cant be the chicken dance… that's like my pro art people!
-Kit