I'm kind of stuck on this one at the moment, but I hope I get back my motivation and ideas soon 'cuase I enjoy writing it.

(I'm also thinking on doing a little 'Her Loony' sequel)

Chapter 7

"F-Fred!" Fred jumped on his knees and Angelina sat up, at least both still had clothes on, "what the fucking hell?!"

Fred got up, passing a hand over his head, "I know this looks bad-"

"Did you find anything Bay would like, you fucking liar?!" George said, going around the couch.

"G-George-is not bad-"

"You lied to me!" He pushed Fred, "You lie to Bay! You're fucking lying to her!" He pushed him again, harder.

"George!" Angelina said, standing up.

George turned to her, "How could you?! I'd never expect this from you!" Angelina looked ashamed, "You called her your friend!"

"I know." Angelina said.

"Let her go and we will talk." Fred said, calmly.

George was breathing deep, and he turned to him. His neck was red and his hands into fist.

"I can explain everything-I will tell you everything." Fred said.

George stayed quiet, it was better if they spoke about this alone. He looked at Angelina and motioned her to the door. She got it, and with out saying goodbye, she walked out.

"You better have a bloody good excuse…and even that won't save you." George said.

"I…I don't know where to start-"

"You don't respect and appreciate Bay."

"It's not that."

"Since she's not letting you have her, you're getting tired of waiting."

"George, this isn't about sex…I…I really like Angelina…but I like Bay too…I care for her."

"How long have you been seeing each other?"

"Just today!" Fred said, "I thought we had a thing in Hogwarts…but it didn't work out…I thought my feelings for her were gone…I started to like Bay…really like her and she liked me, so I gave it a shot…I haven't lied about my feelings for Bay. I care for her and love her…but when I saw Angelina again…I knew something was going on and she kept visiting the shop, we talked a lot and yesterday I got this letter…she felt the same…so we spent the day together and we ended up here."

"You told me you were getting presents for your girlfriend- you sent me out to keep her away just so she wouldn't catch you! Do you know how this makes me feel?!"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm telling her."

"No, George, you're my brother."

"And? You lied to me and her. She really likes you…she even told me she's starting to love you…really love you…" Fred seem to regret what he had done, or that he got caught, "and you're throwing it away for a school crush?!"

"I don't know what to do- but you can't tell her."

"If you don't soon, I will." George said and turned around, saying he was done, but Fred wasn't.

"So I guess you told her about the howler." Fred's tone was cold. George stopped and turned to him, "tell me, what did it say, finally?" He crossed his arms.

"It's none of your damn business." George pointed at him.

"It was addressed to my girlfriend!"

"The one you cheated on!"

Fred didn't respond soon, he scoffed and passed a hand over his mouth, "when did we started lying to each other?... why did you start?"

George gulped, "I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about."

"I think you do, pretty well." They looked at each other, quiet, but angry, "I don't want to do this…but if you tell her, I'll tell her about the howler…she'll want to know, or she would want to get away from us…do you want that?"

George thought, "If that's what she wants to do after hearing the truth-I'll understand."

"There you go, lying again."

George stayed quiet again; he looked to his side and sighed, along with grin of disbelief. How come Fred, someone who was cheating and lying to his girlfriend, could get her and another girl, but he couldn't be with the girl he really loved?

"Whatever. I'll go back home…you sort out all the rubbish you have on your head and call me when you decide."

"George-"

But he didn't stop. George locked himself in his room and started to pack. Fred sighed and brushed his hair before sitting on the couch. He growl as he slammed a fist into it. With out taking a breath, George packed everything in a backpack-thanks to the Undetectable Extension Charm- and when he was done, he breathed. His room was empty, wardrobe with hangers on the floor, desk cleared out and bed a mess. One final look and he was gone in the blink of an eye.

Like he couldn't feel any worse, when he got there, he found Harry had arrived a couple of days before and was staying at his and Fred's room. Harry fell on his feet when George apparated and threw his bag at him, both pointed wands at each other, but lowered them after knowing who the other was. To avoid getting his mother and the others involved, he told Harry to forget it, that he was passing the night in the couch or another room. It was better than being surrounded by pictures of him and Fred and beside Fred's bed. Harry wasn't sure, but George left before he spoke. Tired, angry, upset and guilty, he marched down and decided to rest on the couch, later he'll search for a better place. He wrapped himself on the rag that was over the couch, even if it was small for him. He kept looking at the ceiling, he remember his day with Bay, how happy he was. Then he imagined her, in his flat, Fred telling her everything. He could see clearly her heart breaking and dropping. Her eyes tearing up and yelling at Fred, telling him how she loved him, how she trusted him. Then she marched out, walking away from his life and probably George's too. Something told him Bay wouldn't walk away from him forever, but she wouldn't stay around the shop with Fred around. If she was okay with being around George, she might do it alone, asking him to meet her someplace else, that part didn't seem too bad. But how she would feel when she found out, and George was telling the truth, if Fred didn't do it soon, he would take the chance. He looked at the clock, it was already 2 in the morning.

"George?" His father's voice and wiggling woke him up a few hours later, "what the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, um…" he said, groggy, "I missed mum's breakfast?"

Arthur looked at him, weirdly, eye brow raised and lips curled, "everything alright?"

"Yeah," George responded, brushing his hair and sitting up.

Arthur turned to the clock, to see if everything was alright with Fred, and so, Fred's hand was at 'work', "it's Fred sick or something?"

"No, really, I just got a bit homesick."

"In the middle of the night?"

George shrugged, "Guess so." Arthur kept looking at him the same way, he knew something wasn't right, "Dad, I'm fine."

Arthur sighed, "if you say so, George, if you need anything, let me know, alright?" He placed a hand on his boy's shoulder and George nodded, putting a small smile, "I'll be off to work now, see you later."

"Later."

Arthur left waving at him goodbye and George lay back down to rest for 2 more hours until his mother's voice woke him up. The same routine happened and he said the same, this time a bit more convincing to make it short. One by one, the rest in the Burrow came down to have breakfast, they all were surprised to see him, but he set it straight 'he was homesick and felt like spending some time in his real home', he wasn't fooling them though. They knew something had happened between him and Fred, but they played along, they felt it was better if they fixed it themselves.

Day by day George felt worse. He hadn't gotten any letter from Fred or Bay. He wonders if it had happened, if Fred had told her and she didn't want anything to do with either, that's why she hadn't wrote to him, she was too upset. He could picture her, lying on her bed, upset in tears, or going over her pictures, remembering. To this he got mad, if they were such good friends, why would she get away from him for something Fred did? On the other hand, Fred could have told her about the howler, but knowing Bay, she would have been there in a second, asking about it herself. He couldn't lie that he was having a longing feeling, a month ago the three of them opened the doors of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. The three of them, together. It had only been a month and everything went down, he also wonders about the shop. But Giny cleared his doubts three days ago when she went and said it was open. She only saw Fred though, and she didn't ask him anything, she saw him way too busy to get him bummed out.

The next day sure was a surprised. He was in his room, on his bed, just resting from doing a few chores, 'if you want to stay here with out questioning, you will do your work!' his mother said. And there he thought he was welcomed with opened arms. Giny came in after knocking and smiled lightly.

"Bay's downstairs."

He turned his head to her, maybe quicker than he thought, "does she look mad?"

She shook her head, "No." and she left.

He got up, sighing. He passed by the round mirror and brushed his hair quickly with his fingers. Fixed his dirty and sweaty shirt and left. When he got down, she was talking to Molly who handed her a tea cup.

"Mum," George mumbled.

"Here he is now!" Molly said, cheerful, but it made him feel better when Bay smiled at him, "I'll leave you two to talk."

Cleaning her hands on her dress, she left and Bay looked at George who got closer, scratching his temple. When he was close enough, she hugged him, with one arm, not wanting to spill the tea, but he hugged her with both. He had missed her so much. One week felt like a month. It was nice to see her smiling, to feel her, having her over. He felt special when she came with out being invited, looking for him.

"It has been a while." Bay said as both took the couch.

"I know."

"Why?" She asked, placing the mug on the coffee table, he looked at her, not knowing what she meant, "why aren't you at the shop? Why did you left in the middle of the night?" she was looking mad, "why didn't you say anything? Why doesn't Fred tell me what happened between you two?"

"Bay!" He cut her off, "I was just feeling homesick."

"When did you start lying to me?" George scoffed and shook his head, resting back, she did not had just said that, he thought, "what happened?"

"Nothing!"

"Something did happen!" Bay snapped, standing up, "stop being a child and talk about it! Go back and talk about it with Fred! Nothing is worth ruining your relationship with him!"

"What if that something is someone else?!" He snapped, standing taller than her and closer, "what if someone standing between us and that person could get hurt?! What if I know she will and I don't want that?!"

She took silence for a minute, "did I…did I do something?"

He looked at her, first serious, then in disbelief and he scoffed, shaking his head and grinning, "don't you ever get tired of thinking you're involve in everything?"

Bay crossed her arms, serious and George stopped grinning too, both looked at each other, but it wasn't like when they were having the shake, it was the complete opposite. Trust was hanging by a threat and doubt cutting that string. But suddenly Bay smiled and laughed, George joined.

"What happened between us…it's worth taking a break from each other…" She shook her head, "it is, Bay…I will talk to him, but he needs to talk to me first."

"What if he doesn't?"

He thought, then shrugged, then silence again, "if something does happened…something bad and…me and Fred aren't as close anymore…or you and him aren't….would you still be close to me?"

"Why are you asking me that?" she asked, looking scared.

"Answer me. I'm just planning ahead."

Bay went silence; her hand slipped from his as she turned around and gave a few steps.

"If something happened between me and Fred, like we broke up-in a bad way that I wouldn't even want to be friends with him-…maybe…"

"Maybe?" George asked, getting closer.

She turned, "you gotta understand…If something really bad happened between me and Fred…I would at least need some time from you."

"I'm not Fred. And I want to understand, but we know each other first…we were friends before you met Fred for good."

"I know." She walked closer, "but it'd hurt, George, and you know it…besides why are we even discussing this?"

"I'm wondering who would you choose in that case."

She shook her head, "No…something happened…something involving me."

"No-"

"Stop lying."

George stood quiet, maybe he took it too far this time to turn.

"I'm talking to Fred."

He stretched his hand to grab her, but she apparated, fading away from his sight. He sighed, sitting down on the couch. What could he do? Follow her? Barge in into their conversation? Warn Fred? By now she would have asked what's going on.

"What did he say?" Fred asked Bay, no smile, no grin, no laughter.

"He asked some things that made me wonder…" she said, walking closer with arms crossed. "You're gonna tell me if there's something between us now. Something bad."

"No." He shook his head, with out hesitation or doubt. "We were joking and it got out of hand-George took it the wrong way…I…I got the idea in his head that if we broke up, you might not want to be around him, at least not as much."

"Why would you do that?" Bay shook her head lightly.

"I didn't mean anything bad by it, I just see you two are so close and I would feel really bad if you wouldn't be with him because we broke up."

"I already explained him-I might need some time," Bay paused, "but I don't think I wouldn't want to see him-or you. We're still friends."

"Then there's nothing to worry about." He slowly smiled.

She looked into his eyes, and they drove him in every direction, truth and lie, love and pain, joy and regret. She smiled and his went bigger.

"I really like you, and care about you a lot, Bay." He pulled her closer, "and I love Georgie more…I wouldn't hurt either of you." He gulped.

She knew being behind George in who Fred cared for was high as she could get, she always knew they would love each other more than any other person that comes along, but she bit her lip, trapping the 'I love you', "I feel the same way."

"You love Georgie too?" His tone went high in joke and she laughed.

"Yes, but not as much as you…" She said it, but didn't mean it what way she meant, 'not as much as I love you' or 'not as much as you love him'.