Falling Hard (Fred)

[alexandria e. crumb]

Alex had always had a close group of friends. Ever since she was little. When she was a toddler she had the weird sisters club and now? Well, now she still had that group, but she also had so much more. Which was why it was quite a ridiculous notion that she would be bored. There were so many people she was close to. So many creative, fun people, yet she was at a loss for what to do. That was a whole new level of ungrateful. She had attempted to write. She was always doing that when she was bored lately. She would close her eyes and just listen to the silence and over time that silence would shift into an audible thrum of music. That's when her inspiration hit. At the point where everything was so quiet that it was deafeningly loud. So, she decided that today she would write music. The problem was, it just turned to white noise. Not music, but an irritating noise. Now, she just paced the bedroom, unable to really stay still. She knew why she had no inspiration, obviously. Her muse had been constantly lacking lately and she knew the reason. Fred. No, she wasn't just blaming all of this on him like she usually blamed things on him or Fish. This was serious business. Alex had made the dumbest mistake she could. She'd fallen for the bastard.

She couldn't say when it had happened. Maybe she'd always liked him she just hadn't known it. Or maybe it had been the time that her stage fright had gotten the better of her and he was able to calm her down. Either way, she was completely screwed. There were so many reasons that this was a bad idea. Fred was like a brother to her, wasn't he? Well, obviously not considering she'd never thought about her brother the way she thought about Fred. (Thank god cause that would be all kinds of weird, disgusting and illegal.) Speaking of brothers, Fish was going to flip a fin when he found out. He would go absolutely mental. He had always been really grudgingly good at the whole protective older brother act. Only problem is, for him it isn't an act at all. He takes it completely serious. That's why Alex had been getting zero love interests. At least, she liked to blame Fish. In all honesty, Alex was not that girl. She had never been the leading lady type. She was not the girl that guys liked to end up with. Heck, she'd always been just one of the guys. Which brings us to the next and most important problem with her liking Fred. Why the hell would he like her back when he probably thought of her as a sister.. heck, a brother? It was utterly ridiculous and she knew it. He was a player and, well, some would call him an arse at times. Most would just call him a heck load of fun. No one seemed to call him boyfriend. Ugh, just thinking about that word made Alex cringe. When did she become such a girl? She fell back onto her bed with an exaggerated sigh. The one bimbos do in movies. (Hey, if she was going to go all girly, she had to do it properly.) Reaching under her bed, she pulled out paper and a pen and began to write an owl to the boy she couldn't seem to get off her mind.

Freddddd!!!!
I am so unbelievably bored. I'm even considering conversing with the completely vapid girls that you can find here every time you turn a corner. Wait, you know all about them, don't you? You've screwed most of them . I jest, I jest. Rescue me from my boredom? Pretty please with cherrys on top? I'm going to the common room and you BETTER be there. Otherwise I might get brainwashed by the fake tan cronies and end up painting my nails and crying every time I break a finger nail.
My life is in your hands, Freddy. Make the right choice.

With that, she handed the letter to Schnortzcumber, the evil owl she pretended she could control. She yelped as it bit her finger. Damn owl! Then again, she couldn't blame it. If she'd been named Schnortzcumber she'd be pissed off too. In her defense, she had been a big fan of the BFG at that point. Hey, she was only eleven when she got him after all. Kids named their pets stupid things when they were eleven. After opening the window for the bird, she left her room, cursing at herself when she stopped to look in the mirror. For christ sake it was only Fred! She should not be worried about her looks when she went to hang out with Fred. It was stupid. It wasn't as if he noticed. Still, she couldn't help but almost skip as she made her way to the common room. Part of her brain was squealing "Yay! We're going to see Fred!" in excitement, while another part of her brain contemplated hitting squealy with a shovel. Entering the common room and scanning for a familiar face, she tried to make sure that she didn't look so excited that she might be on crack. The room was oddly deserted. She bit her lip. What if he wasn't coming? What if he just couldn't be bothered with her?

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Tag: Vicky! A.K.A Fred
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