Lonely

A/N: I don't know what inspired this little drabble. It just came to me out of the blue. I may do a collection of these maybe ... *Hums thoughtfully* Well, enjoy!

Key:

Italics are Fred

Normal is George

Lonely

It's not really fair, when you think about it though, is it? I mean, if you reallythink about it.

I've noticed it too, you know. People say Fred and George -

Or Gred and Forge.

Whatever. Either way, they say our names, and what comes to mind? Jokes, happy, smiling faces, pranks, being silly, being funny.

What else? What else do they know about us? Nothing. That isn't us. That's not who we are.

Not who we wanted to be.

We went to school in out first year, looking forward to learning what we could. We wanted to do as well as our brothers: Bill, Charlie ... not so much Percy, but still.

We used to idolise them. I guess you could say it started on the trains. Some stupid third year Slytherins thought it would be fun to pick on us. Good thing me and George knew some healing spells from mum.

But we knew that they'd keep picking on us if we didn't do something. So we pranked them. It was a good one, left the gang of guys sobbing for their mummies and the rest of the school wetting themselves laughing.

It was a bit cruel, what we did, but hey, they left us alone after that. Everyone did. We weren't allowed to become separate after that. We were Fred and George.

George and Fred. Inseparable. But we got the message across. We might be wearing hand-me-downs (Thankfully not that worn yet) and we may not have had a fancy upbringing.

But no one messed with the Weasley Twins. The only thing was, we had an appearance to keep after that. No more quiet studying. No more homeworks on time. We had to devote our time to pranks.

And it's so unfair when mum gets our results back and she makes us stand there, side by side, listening to her scream til she's blue in the face.

Then purple.

And then red.

And back to blue again. It's unfair, because everytime she says 'You could do better!' we have to stop ourselves from crying, because we know we can, but at the same time we can't. It's impossible. It's not who we're supposed to be.

Once you start, you can't stop. I mean, really, our dumbest mistake was leaving Hogwarts before we graduated. We aren't even legal wizards. And even though out jokeshop is great, it isn't what we wanted. We wanted to be ourselves, to live out our dreams, not the dreams other people had for us.

I wanted to be a proffesor. Muggle Studies, oddly enough. Would of made dad proud.

I would have been happy to do something in potions ... It doesn't sound like me, does it? It's because it's not the me -

Or the me.

That people are used to seeing. Because when you get down to it ...

Really far down, looking closely ...

How many people, really, truely, know us?

None. There's just me.

And me.

And it gets

so lonely.

A/N: ... Holy cow, I never knew I could be so angsty ... I love the twins dearly, and sometimes, I do have to wonder, what if they're just pretending? Anyways, these words came out of my brain and out of my fingers to the keyboard ... Hope you like it. It's a one shot for the mo, just Fred and George.