Alone With You

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Hey there peeps! I'm gonna change the cover of this book so like...don't be confused. Ima change it to something more...professional.

    "If you had a choice on how you died, what would you choose?"
I ask Fred. I am laying my head on his lap so in order to look at him I have to look up at him.
"Why are we speaking about this? You're not planning on killing me are you?"
"No, Im just wondering."
"Well let's not talk about this. I would prefer not to die. Nor lose you to death either."
"Okay."
He strokes the top of my head as we lay there on his bed when George walks in.
"Hey guys I have a thought."
"That's a first."
He glares at me but I just laugh.
"No really, I want you to listen."
"Oh okay fine..."
"What's on your mind Georgie?"
He walks across the room and sits at Fred's feet.
"What if we were to pull a prank on everybody this year, including the teachers?" He exclaims. Fred leans in, intrigued.
"Go on..." he says.
"Well I was just thinking that maybe if we were to pull something big enough then maybe we'd be able to go down in Hogwarts trouble making history!"
Fred claps,"Yes that would be amazing! We have got to do this."
I roll my eyes. They have a plan without even having a plan.
"Sounds great boys!" I say in a congratulatory voice,"except one small detail...what exactly is this giant prank?"
Their faces drop and you can tell neither of them have actually thought that through.
"What would you do without me?" I ask.
"Well I can tell you what I would do without you-" George mutters.
Fred glares at his brother.
"George, when is everyone getting back?" He asks him.
"Im not sure. Sometime around five. They were doing more that taking a stroll that's for sure."
Fred then nods in understanding.
"Welp then...Im tired." I say closing my eyes.
"Ah no don't fall asleep on me then I won't get to get up and leave."
"That's the point genius."
"Ughhh...fine. Go to sleep, but if I complain later it's your fault."
I smirk at him noticing he doesn't realize that he can move right now. That or he just doesn't want to.
"Then you go to sleep too. I'm not keeping you up am I?"
"Well no, but Im just not in the mood to go to sleep."
"Now why is that?"
"Because I'm not tired right now...how are you tired. You took a two hour nap a little while ago! You can't possibly still be tired."
I smile at how ridiculous he his. It's like he hasn't known me for this long.
"Haven't you noticed by now? I'm always tired!"
"Well I've heard you say that but I never knew you were serious."
"Hah, when am I not serious?"
"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not..."
"I was! Jeez boy, and you call yourself my boyfriend..."
George laughs from the other bed. He's most definitely been listening. But what else can he do? Not like he actually reads.
"Hey now, I am. You are just hard to understand sometimes."
George decides he's tired of just listening to our conversations and joined in.
"Just make up your minds the both of you! Your bickering is getting annoying."
We both just look at him confused. How in the name of Brad did he learn that word?
"George? Have you been reading through my dictionary?"
"No...why?"
"You are using some highly advanced words for yourself."
"Was that a stupid joke?"
   I smack my head,"No! I'm just not used to you using words like bickering!"
"You're mean!"
"How was that mean?!"
   He stands up and jumps out the window.
"George!" We scream in unison.
We freak out because we're not exactly a few feet from the ground.
  Before we realized it we had run to the window and looked out. George was outside hanging onto the windowsill.
"Awe, it touched my heart to see that you do care,(l/n)."
"Ugh! You little jerk! I thought you fell!"
Fred just laughs and grabs his brother, pulling him back up.
  "Thanks mate." He says patting him on the shoulder.
"No problem, so what do you guys want to do?"
Fred asks as he puts his hands into his pockets and rocks on his heals.
  "Personally, I don't care. Anything you guys wanna do."
They look at me evilly,"Anything..?" One asks.
"Oh gosh guys. No not anything. You stop that!"
"Oh come on! You know we were only joking!"
"Did I though?"
   They laugh together while I just stand there with a disappointed look on my face causing me to look a bit like an Anime character.
    "You guys are stupid." I finally say as I leave the room.
They continue to laugh as I walk down the stairs and jump on the couch and look up at the ceiling.
   "Welp, Im bored. I'm gonna go brush my teeth." I say standing back up and going to the bathroom.
   "You're not about to brush your teeth are you?" Fred groans while entering the room.
"You have something against brushing teeth?"
"No. it's just, that's weird why are you doing that right now?"
"I was bored. And well...I do t know don't judge me!!"
"Haha. Okay I won't."
   He pulls me out of the room by my hand and brings me back into the room I'm staying in.
"Let's play a gaaaaaaammmmmeeeeee!!!"
He says in a sing song voice.
"What kind of game?
"The best kind of game!" He shouts before tackling me.  I come to realize what was happening. I'm not one to be tickled so I double over in laughter.m
  "Stop stop staahhhhppppp!!!" I scream.  Trying to push him off of me. I of course lose due to his strength. 
   The tickling becomes more fierce as he pushes me to the floor.  It's times like these where I wish I wasn't so gosh darn ticklish.
   "Get off me! Get-get-stop tickling me!"
He just laughs as I struggle on the ground.
I'm laughing so hard that it starts to hurt.
I push him but he won't get off so I decide to be more forceful.
   I do what any other vulnerable girl would do. And kick in the obvious place.
"Ack!" He falls off me and onto the ground grunting.
"Blimey (y/n)! What was that for?!"
"You wouldn't get off me!"
"So you kicked me?!"
I crawl over to his side. And put my hand to the side of his face.
"I'm sorry. I should've found a better way to do that."
"It's alright. I asked for it."
I lean down and kiss his forehead,"I hope that'll make it up to you."
He smiles at me,"it may take a little more than that..." he says.
"Oh boy, you're always so greedy." I laugh, rolling my eyes.

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