Here is chapter 8. You had to wait a long time for this one, eh? Yeah, I'm Canadian. Actually, I was wondering something. I don't mean to sound stupid or anything but what does angst mean? Could you please answer my incredibly stupid question in your review or better yet tell me to use the dictionary. Thanks.

No shout outs because I didn't give anybody time to review chapter 7 before writing chapter 8.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter because I am not creative enough.

Chapter 8- George and His Troubled Emotions

Talking to Angelina had not helped her as much as she had hoped it would have. Actually all it done was annoy her because for the whole night Angelina had a kind of weird grin on her face. It was actually kind of creepy.

It was now time for the fatal moment of talking to George. It was kind of life or death and she hoped she didn't crash and burn. Worst case scenario was that George slammed the door in her face and filed a restricting order against her. Hopefully that wouldn't happen she thought.

She walked down the cold streets of Diagon Alley. It seemed the only person wishing her luck was Angelina. Even the weather seemed to be against her. The warm summer morning had turn into a bitter cold day with a chance of rain. "This day can't possibly get any worse," she said to her herself.

Alicia had once done a ten kilometer walkathon to help raise money for St. Mungo's. The one kilometer walk towards George's apartment seemed longer for some reason.

She reached the door just as Mr. Anmark was opening up for the day. "Morning Alicia," he greeted. "What are you doing here so early?"

"I'm just here to talk to the guy that lives here."

"Finally something happens to that guy. Except for that Angelina girl coming to visit a couple of days ago that guy is very, uhhh, boring. No company at all."

"Well it's your lucky day, I'm going to go and beg for my apartment back."

"Thank God! Just so you know I got your back on this one." Mr. Anmark gave her a wink of encouragement.

"Thanks."

Sadly, not even Mr. Anmark could help get rid of the butterflies that fluttered around Alicia's stomach as she climbed up the stairs that led to her former apartment. She took a cleansing breath and with all the courage she could muster knocked on the door.

George was on the couch reading his new book early that morning. He wasn't actually concentrating on the words though for he was too preoccupied. He thought if Alicia was still that angry at him. I didn't lie though he thought. She would just have to realize it. He was still taken back on how angry she was at him he just couldn't have yelled back. Plus, how could yell at someone you loved so much.

Then a knock on the door was heard. He got up and walked towards it. "Who is it?" he called.

Alicia didn't expect to have to talk through the door. Why am I so nervous she asked herself? She answered with something louder than a whisper but you would have to be an inch away from the door to hear her. "Alicia," she said softly.

George heard a faint voice but it was undistinguishable. "Pardon?" he asked for another answer.

Alicia knew she had to be louder, a lot louder. It's now or never she thought and yelled with all her might, "Alicia!"

He had no idea how to feel. George was sure he still loved her but it was covered with feelings of rage and anger. The argument had left marks that may never wash away. The question was, could he still love her even though she had so much mistrust against him built up inside like that? Did he even love her?

He opened the door to see Alicia. She looked tired as if she hadn't slept the entire night. In George's eyes though she was as beautiful as an angel. "What do you want?" he asked rudely. The anger rushed to the surface like piranhas once spotting meat.

"Look George, I need to talk to you. Can I come in?" she asked. George could tell she was nervous so he let her in without question. He guessed in the mist of those piranhas there was a bit of love left. Inside he didn't want her to be nervous but then the anger would yell, "Do you remember what she said to you?"

Alicia walked in and he saw her trunk behind her. She gestured towards the table and sat down waiting for him to do the same. He sat and waited for her to begin talking. "I realized you were right yesterday and I just came to apologize. I-I'm sorry," she stuttered.

"You 'realized' I was right? How did you 'realize' this?" he asked with curiosity. Someone with so much anger didn't just 'realize' they were wrong.

"I, uh, ran into Thomas Anmark yesterday and he, uh, told me about my former boyfriends. Then he said that you were right about them and you were probably right about Roger. Then I went back to Roger's early and found that he was dealing drugs and cheating on me, " she explained.

"So you needed someone's help to realize that your best friend wasn't lying to you?" he asked angrily. Shit! Why did I just say that he wondered?

"At least I-I found out," she said. Why was he being do hard on her? Alicia felt a lump in her throat and felt like crying but she couldn't.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked. He didn't know if he should stay angry or what.

"I-I-I…" she broke off to burst into tears. "I-I want you to say a-apology ac-accepted and for us t-to be friends a-again. I miss you George! I do o-okay?" she said between sobs. Alicia was so frustrated, was he really that angry at her? She sobbed more until she finally cried out, "N-now I don't have a place to live a-and you're angry a-at me! What el-else could g-go wrong?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't angry at you anymore." He looked at Alicia whose tears intensified after hearing him say that. She was so desperate to have something go right that day it would be just plain cruel to reject her. "But as a sign I'll try to build a small friendship again you can move in."

She smiled at him a faint grin. "Thanks," she mouthed and went out to get her trunk which was still at the door. She grabbed it and dragged it to her bedroom. It had not changed since she was last there. Falling onto her bed she cried herself to sleep from exhaustion.

George stayed where he was and took a cleansing breath. He had offended Alicia but then let her move in. She had apologized to him. She was going to live with him again. Was that what he wanted? He missed Alicia's company and was thankful for her apology. Maybe they were just meant to be friends.

That night there were two people in their beds but neither were sleep. One was wondering how she could go back to the welcoming arms of the other while fighting down the question of why she was so desperate to make it up to him. The other lay there thinking if he meant what he said. Love was something that could not go away with a few blinding feelings and he knew it. What he didn't know was he still love for the other.

Yea it was a short chapter but something exciting happens in the next chapter. Besides, I ran out of things to write about. So accept it our sue me. Thanks for waiting for so long and reviews are welcomed. I have decided to make this a short story about 16 chapters and an epilogue. TTFN