AU Intro and Response
George and I are identical. Mirror images practically. Our own mum has trouble telling us apart!
We finish each other's sentences and know exactly what the other is going to do next. I can predict what George is about to do, before he even makes a move, and he can do the same with me.
It's as though we're one person, though we are definitely two separate people. I'm much more assertive, while George is the one who usually takes a back seat. Not that either of us is really the 'in charge' twin, I just seem like the one calling the shots. I can't help it, I love attention.
Almost everything we do is sychronised, subconsciously. We don't do these things on purpose. It just happens that we eat at the same pace, and stretch out at the same time. I swear we don't do these things on purpose.
I'm not saying that we're bloody carbon-copies of each other, or that one of us is a shadow to the other. We have our own separate thoughts and personalities.
One of us can function without the other around perfectly fine, though it is a little like you've forgotten something that you know you're going to need but can't quite remember what it is.
Well crap if I don't make us sound co-dependant. And as though we're virtually the same person.
There are differences between us. For instance, I can do a back-flip, George can't. But George can walk on his hands, while I'd fall flat on my face. I have a faint scar over my right eye, and George has a chip in one of his front teeth.
Also, I like other guys. George is happy with liking girls.
It was wrong, he knew it.
It was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
Fred was in love with his best friend.
Well, he was in love with one of his best friends. He had three, so it was helpful to be specific.
Obviously he wasn't in love with his best best friend: George. That would be messed up on so many levels. George was his other half, his twin.
He wasn't in love with Hermione. She was a great girl, and he loved her. Like a sister. And anyway, he was almost completely positive that Hermione and George were perfect for each other, and that they'd end up together one day. In fact, he was willing to bet his entire life's fortune, past, present and future on it.
No, he was in love with his other best friend: Murphy MacManus.
Something about the other male had drawn him to him at their first meeting, and it had developed into friendship. For Fred, it had progressed into something even more. He had no way of knowing if Murph felt the same, but he doubted it. The other boy treated everyone the same, gave everyone the exact same smile; perhaps he saved his more mischievous ones just for George, Hermione and him.
Heaving a sigh, Fred turned on his back and stared up at the canopy over his bed.
What could he do? Nothing. There was nothing to do about being in love with your best friend. Co-best friend, to make it fair. Your co-best friend who also happened to be a male as well.
He didn't want to risk their friendship by confronting Murph with his feelings. If he was rejected, things wouldn't be the same. It would become strained between them, and they'd lose that closeness. He really didn't want that to happen. He'd rather have Murph as his friend and keep his feelings hidden and buried than lose him completely.
Groaning, he rolled back onto his side. He needed some sleep. George would be ashamed of him, sounding like such a girl.