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[thegirlbehindthephone]

FRED WEASLEY

In chapter 22

When he’s standing next to George, but OC’s Mother Mareva can tell the difference.

HE is the twin she wants to speak with!

(His gulp & nervous look gave him a way)

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Fred’s exact words:

"What can I say...guilty?"

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My fanfic has 4 LOVE INTEREST, FRED being one of them, this is a HarrypottercharactersxOC. If you’re interested click on the title ⤦

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MERCUTIO’S CURSE

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Mercutio’s CURSE

[ethanwritesig]

CHAPTER 1 | WITH MY LAST BREATH

part 1

Cyrus

Cyrus never made the mistake of calling himself a good person.

"Dad, if you keep calling me this late, you're going to make me late for school." His neck tensed, cramping in his attempt to keep the small device from falling on the counter.

"I know," a soft older voice sounded from the other end "I have a few minutes before my next meeting, so I wanted to call and wish you luck."

"School started weeks ago. It's a little late for luck."

"No, I mean, since you came back from your suspension, " he corrected. Cyrus flinched from his serious tone.

The line went silent. His father was unfazed by any amount of apologies he could pull out of his hat.

"Just try to relax and not get yourself into any trouble."

"At this point, I could use all the luck I can get. Mr Finch can hold a grudge. Last week he made me- Aww."

Cyrus tussled with the comb, trying to free it from the bird's nest on top of his head, a few teeth snapping off.

"You're eating properly right?" his father asked.

"Mhmm. Aunt Rose tries to shove five meals down my throat a day."

He gave his reflection a questioning glance, mouthing 'stupid'.

"That's Rosey for ya. She thinks everyone has an appetite the size of Texas. Please don't tell her I said that, she'd skin me alive."

"You're secret's safe with me, dad. Especially since you're not here and she would string me alive instead as the next best thing."

Cyrus' dad let out a soft chuckle, resulting in the boy smiling giddily for a second. He immediately stopped himself, fixing his lips in a thin line.

"Oh, are we starting already? Okay. Cy, I gotta go. We'll catch up later. Remember, don't get yourself into trouble. Love ya."

"Love you to-"

A beep on the line cut him off. An uneasiness crept its way back into his chest, causing it to clench.

Still, it beat the one line of text messages his father would send him once in a while. It was a lot easier to respond to those since he never read Cyrus' messages, but calls were a different story.

Except for last week, when he couldn't go five minutes without his phone blowing up. Today, everything was back to normal.

Given the choice, he would have left with his dad a long time ago. Except that was the issue. They did not give him that choice, did they?

Finally able to rest the phone down, he could relax, the tension in his neck being replaced by a slight sting just beyond it. Throwing on one of many black Jurassic Park t-shirts in his closet, along with the first pair of jeans he could scavenge, he was out of the bathroom.

Oh, before he forgot, he returned to the bathroom, reaching under the sink to retrieve a tiny pearl bottle with duct tape on instead of a cap. Ripping it off, he twirled a finger around the base, allowing for what little ointment inside to be picked up. The majority went just below his lips, brushing against the slit in his skin just along his jaw. He rubbed the rest on and around his palms in order to get rid of all the tiny cuts and bruises left around his fingers.

"Cyrus, you better not be sleeping up there!" Aunt Rose wailed from downstairs.

"I'll be right down!" He yelled back.

Compared to after dark, his room was a completely different place. Wind always blew in from the windows, breathing in a crisp leaf smell. Natural light found its way into the house, sitting in perfect view of the sunrise. However, that didn't help with the cold all that wind brought with it. Mornings were chilly, but nights were freezing and crawling with all sorts of inhuman noises.

"I was on the phone with dad, you don't have to yell." Cyrus groaned, feet stomping down each stair.

"You were taking a long time, and it was either I yell or Christian go up there."

Nothing could beat a Rose Laveau breakfast. Heat embraced him on his way down, sweet smells of honey and freshly cut fruit carrying him deeper into the kitchen. Food took priority on the counter, pushing everything else aside. Colourful assortments of apples and oranges paired with unhealthy amounts of pancakes, toast and eggs. To the right of that was a glass jar, the side of his head filled to the brim with apple juice. On the opposite end, a carton just as large with milk as they had bought two days prior.

If she keeps this up, they're going to go broke.

Aunt Rose had her attention fixed on the plate in her hand, trying her best to see through the strands of hair that escaped her flopping bun. She spun, making her way around the table, her heels clapping against the tiles.

"How are you able to move around in those?" Cyrus chuckled. He ran to the stove, flipping two more pancakes onto her already overgrown stack.

"I make it work." She sassed, tearing off her batter stained apron to reveal a much more business-appropriate dress. Its maroon colour did wonders for her eyes, bringing out its forest green colour through her glasses. Every stitch seemed to compliment her curves, reminding Cyrus of how young his aunt was.

"I agree."

Cyrus rolled his eyes at the sound of Michael's groggy voice. He tried not to make eye contact with the much older Michael sitting at his counter, eating his food. Trying his best not to gag when Michael planted a sloppy kiss on Aunt Rose's cheek.

"Yeah Ms Laveau, these pancakes are amazing!" It was a miracle Christian was not choking with the dozens of pancakes he was attempting to fit into his mouth at once.

Even though Aunt Rose mentioned him, it took Cyrus a minute to realise they had another invader sitting on their counter reading a dust-covered book.

Christian was like an elf, short with pale skin, pointy ears, a button nose and a childish grin that made you want to give him anything he asked for. When he got everything down with some help from a glass of juice, he sprung into action, nearly giving Aunt Rose a heart attack.

"Thanks for the breakfast Ms Laveau, but we need to run before we're late for school."

"Why is it you get to eat breakfast at my house and I don't?"

"Because you were upstairs conversing with your dad and I was downstairs waiting. I had to pass the time and your aunt graciously offered."

Cyrus sighed, giving up all hope of winning against Christian. He simply made his way to the front door, his best friend in tow. Luckily, Aunt Rose sneaked him a small paper bag with a few pancakes and a box of juice from the fridge.

"You boys want a ride?" Michael offered. "I'm just about to head out."

"No, we're good. I'll drive us." He immediately regretted saying that out loud, seeing all life drain from his aunt's face for a split second.

"Are you sure you don't want him to drive us? Michael is a really fast driver."

It was clear from his tone that Christian was second-guessing him for the same reason. He wanted to know if Cyrus was certain he wanted to sit behind the wheel again. The boy stared blankly at each dent knocked into the metal and then how each crack in the glass met up to form a spider web of sorts.

Still with that information, Christian opened the door and seated himself in front and centre before they could miss the first period.

... Stay tuned for part 2 or read the full chapter for free on wattpad here

[conteornot]

El primer amor casi nunca es fácil...

[virellefiction]

"S-Someone is watching me from my window.."

(She stammered on the call)

"Hold on. I'm coming."

(He replied)

And the last thing she heard was his voice calling her urgently before the lights of her room died and she saw....

(Read The Window, a short story on Wattpad on my account... Link:)

https://www.wattpad.com/user/VirelleFiction