𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗽 𝟰𝟲 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁

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A knock on the door frightened Ameylia in her sleep. it was past midnight, who could it be? She didn't answer and pretended to be asleep as the door creaked open.

"Amey?" A voice whispered. It was unrecognizable.

"Ameylia? Are you sleeping?" The voice asked, a tone of masculinity. Ameylia assumed it was George.

The person, George, propped themself onto Ameylias bed and laid down, sliding his arm around Ameylia's waist. "Since you're sleeping I'll just sing myself a lullaby."

"Rockabye Georgie in Ameylias bed, when the wind blows, Ameylia will-" George tickled Ameylia slightly and she let out a quiet giggle.

"I knew you were awake!" He said through a smile.

"Mm." Ameylia slurred. She kept her eyes shut.

"Cmon, can't you look at me, Amey?" He pleaded.

"Too tired." She snuggled more into the pillow.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm sure you're too tired for this." The boy started kissing Ameylias bare neck.

"George, please stop. I don't want to right now." The girl whined, but the boy didn't stop. He moved her hair away from her neck and started sucking.

"George! Stop!" Ameylia said in shock, sitting up and away from the red head. "What's gotten into you!" She rubbed her eyes and turned on her light to see the boy more clearly. "I-Fred?"

The boy smirked and stood up, then walking out of the dormitory, leaving Ameylia confused.

—

It was the next morning and Ameylia barely slept, wondering about last night.

A knock on the door startled the girl.

"Come in."

The door opened to reveal a tired George.

"Hey," Ameylia smiled uneasily.

"Morning." He said, walking over to her bed. He sat down and laid himself on it, then facing her. "You sleep alright?"

Ameylia thought about telling George. But she was scared she would lose his trust.

"Uhm, there's actually something I wanted to tell you..."

The door swung open as Fred entered.

"Good morning to you lot." He said. He read both their tired expressions and raised an eyebrow. "Busy night?"

"Erm, no." Ameylia answered and George shooed away his brother. He left the room and George turned back to Ameylia.

"What was it you wanted to tell me?"

Ameylia breathed heavily. "Uhm, I- I don't remember."

"You sure?" George rose a concerned eyebrow.

Ameylia thought for a moment. Would she dare tell him? What if this started another fight between the two?

"Last night Fred snuck into my dormitory. He laid beside me and started kissing me. My neck, to be exact." Ameylia said and George didn't reply so she kept going. "I thought he was you until he wouldn't stop when I said to. I'm sorry George. I'm so sorry."

George bit his lip and looked at the bedsheets on Ameylias bed. "So Fred kissed you."

"Yes."

"And you didn't kiss him?"

"No."

"Then why are you sorry?" George looked into her eyes, while she avoided his.

"I- um, I just thought-"

"You passed the test." Smirked George. Ameylia looked up.

"Excuse me?"

"Freddie and I wanted to test you to see if you were being loyal to me and could tell us apart. I guess it was dumb to do at night time."

"It was dumb to do to begin with." Ameylia slapped George's arm with her pillow. "Of course I can tell you two apart!"

"I know that now." George defended himself. "And I'm sorry if Freddie made you uncomfortable."

"It's alright. I was just scared that you'd hate me." Ameylia scoffed.

"Me? Hate you? Never in a million years." George affirmed, looking down at the brunettes lips and kissing them softly with a hand on her face.