Disclaimer: I OWN HARRY POTTER! YEAH! WARNER BROS FINALLY GAVE IN! WOOOO:smack: Jeez . . . . I was just messing around . . . :mumbles in background: Fine, I 'll go take my medication . . . . . :stomps off:
A.N. Okay . . . so maybe I'm crazy . . .
"Man, if only I could get what I want." Fred said pouting. George glanced up from his newest edition of Inventors Monthly.
"What hun?" George asked lovingly.
"Well, you have a goatee . . ."
"So . . .?"
"Well, all I really want is a mustache." Fred said. George just laughed.
"Well babe, why don't you just quit shaving?"
"I can't", Fred sighed, "I never started."
"What!" George asked loudly; setting down his magazine.
"Yeah. I just never had to."
"Well . . . I'm sorry love. Maybe that'll change."
"Yeah, maybe . . ." Fred's voice trailed off as he left the room. George stood from his armchair.
"Yes, 'maybe that'll change'", he drew his wand, "Right . . . about . . . NOW!" he swished his wand through the air. A silence settled over the house. Then a sound rang out from end-to-end.
"WOOOOO HOOOOO!" Fred burst into the room throwing his arms around his brother. "Oh George, I have a mustache! Isn't it great!"
"I don't know. Let me see." George kissed the other boy lightly. "Oh yeah, it's great."
"You know what I'm thinking?" Fred asked; pulling his brother toward their bedroom. George shook his head playfully. "Can you guess?"
"I'm thinking I wanna find out if mustaches really tickle things as much as I hear they do." George said, a smile playing across his face.
"Me too. Must be a twin thing."
End
So just as I was drifting off to sleep this whole idea came to me. So naturally, I couldn't sleep after that; not until I wrote it all down. So I stayed up till 2:45 am writing a story that's not even that long . . . But I want to hear your thoughts on my craziness!
Hugs & Kisses,
- Kisa Chan