Third day on the job without George. Fred was a definite mess but he didn't let it show. Customers came and went, and each and every one of them kept inquiring about George.

"Hey, where's your brother?" came the same question.

"Ah, he's sick," Fred would always answer with a mock smile. "Looks like I'm the healthy twin."

"You two are always joined at the hip," said one boy, who happened to be a frequent customer. "It's strange seeing you alone."

It sure feels strange being alone...

"Nah, it's no big deal," Fred kept that fake smile on his face. "If you get sick, then what can you do? George is here in spirit!"

He had thought going to work would make it easier for him, but was he ever wrong. Everyone asked about George. Everyone was curious. One twin without the other? Oh no. Chaos.

But then again, this is what made this store special than their rest. The Weasley Twins' ideas were original, unique, fun...

But he didn't want to go on with our ideas anymore. He gave up. Bastard...

"Hey Fred! Where's George?" came that annoying question once again.

"Sick," came the same answer from Fred.

"Really?" the girl blinked up at him. "He didn't seem sick when I saw him this morning."

Fred felt his heart jump in his throat. He stared at her for what seemed like forever.

She giggled and blushed, "Yes?"

He would've grimaced but there was no time to show disgust towards this ugly girl, "You saw him? W-where?!"

"Nuh-uh-uh," she giggled and winked. "Not tellin' unless you give me something first!"

Fred was seriously agitated, "I don't have time for this!" he slammed his fists against the wooden counter. "Tell me where you saw him, dammit!"

Her eyes widen and she was slightly taken aback, "Y-you yelled at me..."

"I'll do more than that if you don't tell me where he is!" he felt like his chest was going to explode. "Now!"

"I s-saw him walk into the motel... Moonlight Motel."

Moonlight Motel.

"The store is gonna close early today!" he announced loudly to the customers as they murmured amongst themselves. "My beloved consumers. This is the first and last time I'll ever say this to you. But please get the hell out."

Fred stood in front of Moonlight Motel and his throat began to feel dry. He knew George was in there. He could feel it.

He walked in and the man behind the counter blinked and looked surprised, "Mr. George Weasley! Didn't you just go up to your room?"

Fred would've chuckled if he didn't feel so panicky, "Oh, no. I'm George's twin brother. Can you, um, please tell me his room number?"

"Room 24," the man replied.

"Thank you," Fred hastily bolted out of the room in search of his brother.

He had passed many rooms and his heart rate increased with each step.

Room 21, 22, 23... 24.

Here it was, room 24. And the owner of the motel had said that George had just gone up to his room. So he was there. Just beyond those doors.

Knock on the door. Just knock.

Fred tried to lift his hand, but it wouldn't move an inch.

Lift your damn hand... and knock on the damn door...

With much struggle, he managed to raise his hand to give the door a weak knock. He waited, but nobody answered. Then he gave a more forceful knock.

The door swung open, and there stood George. His eyes widened and his face gave the expression of absolute shock. "Fred..."

Fred's heart dropped to his stomach.

"H-how did you know?" George's eyebrows drew together. "How did—"

"Word travels fast," Fred said, locking his gaze with his brother's.

"Go home, bro," George tore his eyes away and began to shut the door but Fred quickly intercepted.

"Idiot," Fred narrowed his eyes. "Do you think I came all this way for you to shut the door in my face? I think not."

"Then what did you come here for?" George's hand was still on the knob.

"I came for you," Fred said in a pained voice. "I want you to come home with me."

"So then what? So I can go back to living in your shadow?"

"No!"

"Then what?"

"So that I can be with you!"

There was complete silence. Fred's cheeks flushed up a bit. George looked at his brother; an expression of confusion was plastered across his face.

"I... I mean," Fred stammered. "It's just that... you're my brother... I obviously want you around. A-and, business is rough without you. So—"

"You're rambling," George interrupted hastily. "If you haven't got anything productive to say, then leave. I'm tired."

"It's seven-thirty!"

"That wasn't a productive thing to say. Ah, well. Too bad," he tried to close the door once more, but he was stopped yet again. "Fred! Will you stop—"

"I know you want to be with me too!" Fred was now shouting as he tried to hold the door open.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Quit kidding yourself!" he continued on. "There are other reasons why you left, right? Other reasons why you can't be around me? Right?"

George's face went a bit pale. But the color suddenly shifted into a crimson hue. He glared and hissed violently, "You're a damn moron. Now get out."

With one swift movement, he slammed the door in Fred's face.