Answering to reviews:

Shaya: Hm... should my boys get together? Maybe. I haven't really gotten to that part yet. It would be nice, wouldn't it?

Dragix: It was your review that really encouraged me, and it was you that helped me keep on going. Thank you for your positive feedback, I really appreciate it! And if there's anything wrong with my writing in the future, PLEASE be blunt about it. . . but don't be too mean.

liulover: Yes, ain't it an interesting concept? And I shall indeed keep writing.

hilaryx3: I don't want this to happen in the real books either. It would be extremely gross and disturbing. But that doesn't stop me from "liking" it. And I didn't think of this idea alone. There are many Twincest fics out there!

Hey. When I first started writing this, I wasn't even intending to make it a Twincest thing. I was just going to make it a sweet short story about brotherly love (totally PLATONIC!). But now I'm not sure. The thought of Fred and George growing a bit closer intrigues me. What do you guys think? Shall I show our favorite red-heads the true meaning of "brotherly love"?

If you want Twincest, keep the reviews comin', baby!

George's POV

The second I stepped out of the house, I felt a sort of detachment from... something. I felt as if something had broken; something had left me. It was an overwhelming feeling; I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

I just walked.

I didn't even know where I was walking to. I was merely going to some random direction. Anywhere would be fine. Anywhere but here. I heard Mum calling my name with a whole lot of an edge to her voice. Seems like Fred had told her everything.

I quickened my pace so that she wouldn't find me. It seems like the further I walked, the louder her voice became. I tried to desensitize myself from her cries and wails, but I felt as if I couldn't. But I mustn't become weak now. I'm doing all this for myself...

Nightfall.

I fortunately had some Muggle money in my pockets when I stumbled across a cheap motel. The money was enough to earn my one night and some food to sustain me.

I wrinkled my nose when I walked into the small room. It wasn't home but it will have to do. I was worn out so I lazily flopped down on the bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling. I wondered if my house was in an uproar. I wondered what my parents were doing. I wondered what Fred was doing...

Fred...

I don't care what he says. I'm not a traitor! That fool just doesn't understand me. I was completely tired of this twin thing. It was as if I didn't have an identity.

I suddenly cursed all who referred to us as the "Weasley Twins". They spoke of us as if we were one person. If I just continue this, then maybe I will have my own life. I will no longer have to be the "other half" of someone else. I am whole. I am complete. Why couldn't anyone see that? Was I the only one who ever saw myself as one?

But can't you all see that I am an individual?

I have different views on life. I have different feelings; different thoughts.

I am my own person.

I am George Weasley.