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A/N: Sorry it's taking me so long to update, but I'm in a play at my school so i have rehearsal everyday until 6:30, and my visiting brother is staying in my room, so I don't have unlimited computer access like usual. He leaves Tuesday, so updates might be more frequent, but for now it looks like i'll only be posting new chapters on the weekend. I'm really sorry! Yay for new reviewers! Anyways here goes...OH fyi. It's back to Katie's POV.

Chapter Four

After the locker room fiasco things got weird between us.

I mean we still talked like we used to and flirted, but somehow it was different.

He kept on distancing himself from me. I mean, we went an entire practice without uttering a word to one another! So I turned to the twins not expecting much to come from it, but I was in for a pleasant surprise.

"Fred...George, you're part of the male species aren't you?"

"Thanks Katie. Thanks a lot, but yes, we are indeed male. Why do you ask?"

"Because, maybe you can explain why Oliver is freaking out."

"Isn't it obvious?"

"George if it were obvious she wouldn't be asking for our assistance."

"But it's pretty bloody obvious..."

"I know that George but Katie is a female...a blonde one at that. Things don't come as easy to her as they may to us."

"To true, but still, how thick can you be-"

"Guys, I am standing right here..."

"We're aware", the twins said in unison.

"Are you going to explain it or not?"

"I suppose...", George said while taking a seat next to me,"...well go ahead Fred."

"Thanks. Well you see Kates, the male species is quite a complex group of people. We may seem like we have everything together, and we may seem like we know everything, which is true for the most part, but when we are faced with certain obstacles, we freeze."

George stood up and joined his other half.

"What my brother says is true, and in Oliver's case, this obstacle is, drum roll please..."

At this Fred grabbed a stray quaffle and transfigured it into a snare drum. Leave it to these two to take the phrase seriously...

"Commitment", they echoed.

Commitment? He isn't talking to me because of...commitment? What?

"Wait...comm-WHAT?"

"She still doesn't get it. She still doesn't get it!"

"Calm down George, i'll take care of this."

Fred turned to me.

"You see Katie, You and our dear captain have been friends for quite sometime, correct?"

"Since our first year, but how does that-"

Fred pressed his pointer finger to my lips.

'SHHH, just listen, ok?"

I nodded.

"Sometimes after friends have been friends for a while other feelings start to form, which i'm sure you're aware of seeing as how you like our little Oliver. Right?"

I nodded again.

"Well, it's quite possible, in fact it's a definate possiblity that our dear captain has these same feelings for you. Do you understand?"

"Understand what?"

At this point George came at me in a rage, stood me up than proceeded to shake the life out of me!

" HE LIKES YOU, YOU DIMWIT! He's acting odd because he has all these new feelings for you and he doesn't know what to do with them! He wants to date you,but he doesn't want to jeopardize your friendship, so he distancing himself thinking maybe it will all go away, but it's not! It's doing exactly the opposite for him! Do you understand NOW!"

"Are you through George?"

"Yes, Fred. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't stop myself. They've been playing dumb for the past 3 years..."

"I know, look why don't you go up to the castle. Lee's probably waiting for us, i'll be a long in a few."

George left, and Fred and I were in the locker room alone. Apparently we'd been here a while, for when George opened the door there was only the soft glow of the remaining sunlight. Fred sat down next to me. We stayed in silence for a few minutes until it was interrupted...

"Are you okay Kates?"

"I think so. I just, it's hard to comprehend. I mean it's Oliver. When we had that conversation I figured that was going to be it, I didn't expect anything to come from it, but now...This is just so weird Fred. I mean, you've been with me through all of it, the guy has never liked me back. I just...I don't know what to do."

"I wish I could help you Katie, but I'm a guy, contrary to what I said before, we don't know everything, but don't tell anyone I said that. I'll tell you what. I'll try talking to Oliver, see where he stands and such, and if anything i'll tell him to stop giving you the cold shoulder, alright?"

"Thanks Fred."

Fred stood up than pulled me into a hug. I was lucky to have him, I was lucky to have George too, but Fred and I had always been closer. I could trust Fred, and in turn he could trust me. We stayed like that for a while until the growl of Fred's stomach interrupted the comfortable silence.

"My bad, I am a growing boy though."

"Indeed you are, go on. Dinner's probably about to start anyways."

"Alright," I turned and started toward my locker,"aren't you comming?"

"Yeah, I'll be up in a few, don't worry about me."

Fred left, and so did I but I didn't go to dinner that night. Instead I opted for my empty dormitory.

I opened the door, and was pleased to find that no one else had decided to skip dinner that night. I walked over to my bed, opened the drapes, and crawled it. I fell back on my bed, but as my head collided with the down pillow I heard the rustle of a paper. I turned over and was surprised to find a piece of parchment. I threw back the drape and turned on the small, keroscene lamp next to my bed. I unfolded the crumpled parchment and read:

Meet me at the pitch after dinner?

-Oliver

After reading the note, I heard the portrait downstairs open. Dinner was through, and I was going to be late.

A/N: So this chapter is a wee bit longer than the others, and I worked in more dialouge. Hopefully you liked it. I definately have some key events in place. I'll try to get two chapters written this week, so I can post them this weekend, and i'll try to post sooner, but I make no promises. Please R/R!