Guys, I'm doing something disgusting. I'm changing tenses in the middle of a story. I did my one shot in present tense and that worked out okay, so I thought it would work for this too. But it's such a hassle. I had to change it. Sorry if that makes anyone crazy, I'm breaking a rule of literature, but too bad. Past tense it is.

Anyway, disclaimer blah blah, not mine, belongs to JK, just a broke IB student in Florida, you get the gist.

I'll try to update often but Junior year of IB is a seriously time consuming undertaking.

I WILL finish this fic though, I can't start something without finishing. Which is why I continued this fic in the first place, despite it's crappy beginnings.

XOXO

"Let's do SIGHT next! Bikiniiiiii," said Katie, probably without much thinking.

It was a rainy day and Kates, Alicia, and I were all huddled up around our makeshift bed of blankets and pillows with mugs of hot tea in our dorm.

"In the winter? Well, there are two things that I'm not sure Fred should see yet," I remarked.

"Though I'm sure he wouldn't mind, that's really not the way Ange wants to catch his gaze. I would want to work on sight, however. Whatever it is, we shouldn't limit it to Ange's body. It should be big. Really big," Ali strategized.

Katie looked up.

"The ceiling?" Ali asked, half laughing.

"No." I realized what Kates meant. "The sky."

XOXO

Walking out of the Great Hall the next day, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, Angie. Miss me in the five or so minutes you haven't seen me?" Fred asked me with that smug smirk of his.

"Oh yes," I answered with an eyeroll.

He SO did not catch that sarcasm.

"So much so that I think we need to hang out tonight. Well, it's actually studying, for Astronomy. You up to it?" I asked him.

"Studying? Aaaaange. Can't we just make out?"

Was that a Fred joke or an invitation? Maybe both? Who knows.

"Come on Fred, we'll both fail if we don't study tonight. Actually, I'll be fine. That's only half-true, but still."

"Oh, no. I won't fail. I'll show you. Tonight, 9 o'clock, you're on. Astronomy tower. I bet I know twice as many constellations as you do."

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"Ange, what exactly is your plan?" Ali inquired.

"I'm not completely sure except well, it'll be dark and we'll be on the top of the tower. There won't be much to look at besides the stars and… well, each other," I mused.

"Can't really go wrong there," Katie said.

"All right then girls," I announced. "Stage 3 commences in T minus 10 minutes.

XOXO

I climbed up the the steps to the tower and Fred was already there.

Alright, worry number one, being stood up, cleared.

"Hello Fred," I greeted him cheerfully.

"Ange, look at the stars."

Maybe the stars were especially bright for us tonight, or maybe I developed a critical case of sappy love story syndrome.

Either way we both felt the need to say in unison:

"It's beautiful."

"Ha, funny. Usually that only happens with George," Fred commented.

"Yeah, that psychic twin connection thing." I said.

From there, we got into conversation about family, to school, to food, pranks, crazy school and childhood memories, and really anything but Astronomy.

After two solid hours, I mentioned it.

"You know, we still aren't in any better shape for that test."

"Nonsense" Fred replied. "Look at that star up there. The really bright one."

"Uhm, the North Star?"

"No. That one's more to the west. The one we're looking at is called The Dark Angel."

"Dark, like evil?" I asked him, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

"No, dark like beautiful and delicious. When this star aligns with, oh I dunno, others, it uhm... it changes them. It makes them shine brighter than ever."

We stared for a while (awkward much?) and then changed the subject.

"Anyway Angel, that's the only star I need to know about," he told me.

Well. He had never called me Angel before. And I'm pretty sure that "The Dark Angel" does not exist. Which means that Fred was just romantic and poetic. Unreal! And it was then that I knew that I had so much hope, and I still had two senses to go.

"Just promise me, when we both fail, we'll be laughing about it," I laid down one condition.

"Hey, am I the King of comedy or not?" he asked.

"Not. That would be Cedric the entertainer." I replied.

"Cedric who?" he looked confused.

"Sorry. Not very culturally aware are you, babe?"

"I'm aware of you," he said.

And at that point, while we were both standing with the stars reflecting in our eyes, it was like we both knew that speech was beyond us. I smiled at Fred and took his hand in both of mine.

"Alright then," I finally broke the silence.

And he looked like he needed a hug after being subtlely accused of bigotry, so I found my way into his arms.

It's funny how you have no sense of time when these things happen to you.

"Race you down!" I gave myself an unfair headstart into an incredibly unsafe, but definitely enjoyable contest down the stairs.