Chapter 10

AngelsFred

A/N: Sorry. Looks like you'll have to wait a bit longer for the Fred/Angie reunion. This chapter was sort of a spur of the moment kind of thing. And I'd like to apologise to FA for forcing her change chapter 9 so that I could do this. (Don't worry about it; I'm sure the reviewers don't mind the story being a little bit longer.) Yeah, I think you're right. It's, what, two chapters after this one? (Unless you change something before I post it.)

A/N2: Sadly, FA is right. We are a wild bunch. But she lied about herself; our wonderful bassist would have been at the party drunk out of her mind and probably a little baked. (Why you little…) You know it's the truth. (Almost 18 and one-half years of this, you guys. I don't know how I manage.) Need I remind you that you agreed to marry me? (We still have three years before the actual date. Plenty of time for me to change my mind if you continue to act like an immature jackass.) I've always acted like an immature jackass. We've been best friends our entire lives and you haven't realized that yet? (You know, you're right. No wonder Tyrell hates you.) No, he hates me because he's your big brother and it's his job to hate me.

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Fred's POV

C'mon, Angel. Pick up. I need to talk to you. Preferably before you leave with that twit. Though if you walk out on him to answer, you won't hear any complaints from me.

"Damn it, Alex, I'm at the hotel dressed and ready. You don't have to keep checking up on me," she says, more than a little bit exasperated.

"Um, Angie, this isn't Daniels." Damn him to hell. My arm should be the one that Angelina is on tonight, not his. "Look, can I talk to…"

"Hold on a second," she says into the receiver. Then I hear her yelling (across the room, most likely), "Oi Weasley! Your brother wants to talk to you!"

"But I wanted to talk to you," I sigh. Shit.

"Percy or Fred?" Gin calls back.

"Which d'you think?"

"Tell him…" Ginny's voice is drowned out by an intercom telling Angelina that her limousine is waiting.

Then I hear my wife's – EX-wife (as everyone constantly sees fit to remind me of) – voice on the receiver again. "Um, Fred? We have to go; our limo's waiting. Gin said she'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

"But…" I begin.

"Bye," she says flatly and I hear a click. Damn it.

I hate not being with her. And I don't trust Alex Daniels one bit. I know his type too well. Unfortunately, I can't go New York because Gin and Mione will kill me for spoiling their plan. I need to keep an eye on her somehow.

I know what you're thinking: Isn't that supposed to be Hermione and Ginny's job? Well, technically it is. But logically, it won't happen. Gin will too busy partying and trying to pick up guys. And no one actually listens to anything that Hermione says. Least of all, Ginny and Angelina. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they killed her for spoiling their fun.

No, I need someone who knows Angelina almost as well I do. Someone who won't let her own desires get in the way of her responsibility. Someone who happens to live in New York and will be at that premiere. Someone who owes me a big favour.

I pick the phone back up and dialed a familiar number. Please be at work, please be at work, I silently plead.

An efficient feminine voice answers. "Soulless Records. Can I help you?"

"Trini?"

"Hello, Mr. Weasley. I've been expecting your call. Ms. Johnson left a message for you."

"She did?" How on earth did she know I was going to call? "Well, what was it?"

"She told me to tell you 'no'."

"That's it?"

"Yes, sir. I can give you her cell number if you still need to talk with her."

"No, that's all right. Thank you, Trini."

"Good-bye, Mr. Weasley."

Damn. Sometimes I really can't stand her. And she's a bigger smartass than Hermione. But I need her. She'll be really discreet about watching Angelina; she really cares about her cousin, even if they aren't speaking. Normally Angie is pretty forgiving, but when it came to Adrienne kissing me… Put it this way: we were thirteen at the time and now we're twenty-two.

I dial the number to her flat and get her machine. "Hi, this is AJ. You know the drill." I start forming the message in my head when my friend's recorded voice continues. "And if this is Fred, I know what you want and the answer is 'NO'."

I hang up and dial her mobile number. She and Angelina are exactly alike: if they don't want to be found, they'll make it damn near impossible. She picks up; it's about damn time. "Hello?"

"AJ," I start before she cuts me off.

"Did you not get the messages I left for you at the office and on the machine?"

"Yeah, I did. But Adrienne, you don't even know what I want you to do."

"Yes, I do. You want me to watch Angie at the premiere tonight and make sure nothing happens between her and Alex."

"See that's not so hard. Now why won't you do it?"

"I have my reasons." Damn, she's exasperating. She and Angie are exactly alike.

"Could you be any more vague?" I ask irritably. She is starting to work my last nerve.

"Look, Angelina has her own life and if she wants Alex to be a part of it, then there is nothing either of us can do about it."

What is with the Johnson girls and Alex Daniels? Even sensible Abby thought he was hot for a Muggle. "How badly do you want him?" I ask.

"As badly as you want Angelina back," she answers simply. "But it'll never work between us."

"Why not?"

"Besides the obvious? Think what all the rags will say. He's on my label; people will say that I slept with him to sign Tumultuous."

"Didn't you?" I ask with a smile on my face, turning on the speakerphone so that I could duck whatever hex she sent my way.

"No! I slept with him because I was drunk and high, and he was hot and there."

"So, Squib, you're saying you're a slut, then?" I could imagine the look on her face. Her family thought she was a Squib until she showed signs of being magical in her late teens. She's actually pretty sensitive about the situation, but I make fun of her anyway.

"You do realize that any chance you had of convincing me to going through VW3 to keep an eye on your precious Angelina and her new fiancé, you just shot to hell."

"No, I didn't. You know you were going to do it anyway. You're as worried about her as I am."

"Well, yeah. She took the divorce harder than I thought she would. I know for a fact that she's doing ecstasy now."

"What?!" I yell incredulously. My Angel… on drugs? Impossible.

"Well, in France, E is still a legal prescription drug for depression. Angie's been on it for about a year. But I wouldn't be surprised if she's using harder stuff. It's common knowledge that the drummer and lead guitarist in Tumultuous are into everything from marijuana to heroin. And it's well-known that Alex and Angie have visited Club Edelweiss every night since they've been in New York."

"Is that bad?"

"Is what bad?"

"That Angie's been going to nightclubs."

"Not really, but Edelweiss is like a modern day Studio 54."

What the hell is Studio 54? "AJ, you know I'm not Muggle. Or American, for that matter. You have to explain what that means."

"54 used to be the most popular dance club in New York. But it wasn't known for it's wild, pulsating beats that kept you moving. Instead, its claim to fame was the rampant drug use and the many celebrities that frequented the club for that reason."

Damn. "Is there a party there tonight?"

A pause. "Yeah, there is."

"So will you…" She cuts me off.

"Fine. I have some business with the owner anyway."

"And you want an excuse to screw Daniels."

"And I want an excuse to see Alex," she amended.

"Whatever. Just don't let him and Angie out of your sight."

"Fine," she sighs, exasperated. "Is that all?"

"Almost."

"Damn, Fred. I've got to be there in, like, thirty minutes. What else?"

"Make sure Angie doesn't get high or drunk tonight, will you? I want her to be sober so she'll enjoy the make-up sex when we get back together tomorrow."

"Confident, are we?" I can just see the smirk on her face.

"Always," I coolly answer.

"Yeah, well, I'll do it. But ONLY because I'm worried about her. Can I go now?"

"Yeah, sure. Bye AJ."

"Good-bye Fred. Good luck."

"Thanks."

"Anytime." She hangs up and I flop back unto my bed. Nothing to do now but wait.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. FA has the next chapter with the actual premiere. And, hopefully, a chick fight between Angelina and Adrienne over me. (FA: He's not you! And there will be no chick fight!) Damn.