Life after the War

Fighting, again.

"What's going on here?" Asked George. I turned around and gasped. 

"What are you doing here, Georgie?" I ask him. His eyes glance down at my hand. I looked down as well, noticing now that my hand was resting on top of Neville's. I quickly move it to my hair, acting like I was casually moving a strand of hair away from my face. 

I stand up. "George, it's not what it seems. Okay? We-" 

He cuts me off. "Oh really? Because the way I see it is you're cheating on me." George says, raising is voice a notch. I scoff and shake my head at him. How could he think I was cheating on him. Why would I marry him if I would just go off and cheat on him right after? Makes no sense, right? 

"George, I am not cheating on you-"

"Bullshit." George says loudly. I flinch and back up a little. He usually never raises his voice at me, and the loudness had scared me. 

"George..." I whisper, trying my hardest to not cry. 

"Why would you do this to me?" Ask's George, his teeth gritted. 

"Why would you cheat on me with my best friend?" I scream, pointing a finger in his face. "Why would you do that to me, George? Huh? I never cheated on you. If anyone should be mad and upset it should be me, not you. You fucking cheat on me with Angelina and now that I'm hanging out with my friend-who does happen to be a guy- you automatically think I'm cheating on you...Why?" I couldn't help it. I let the tears flow down my face. 

"He cheated on you?" I small voice ask's me. I turn around and see Neville standing up beside the table, shock on his face. I nod my head. His face turns hard and he glares at George. "W didn't do anything, George. And your horrible for cheating on her-" 

"Shut the hell up, Neville. At least I can get a girl. Even Luna ran off on you." Says George, sarcasm dripping from his words. 

I gasp and bring my hand back to slap him, but Neville stopped me. He pushed me back gently and gets in Georges face. 

"If I find out that you ever cheat on her again, or hurt her, I'll personally kill you." Neville then grabs his coat and bag from the floor next to the kitchen table. 

"Neville..." I whisper.

He looks up at me. His eyes are filled with anger and a hint of sadness. "It's alright. I'll see you in the morning for breakfast." He then walks out, closing the door loudly behind me. A minute later I heard another slam of his door. I flinched. 

"What does he mean he'll see you in the morning?" Ask's George, being very nosy and really annoying. 

I grip the roots of my hair and take in a deep breath. "Jesus Christ, George. We live in the same building so therefor we eat breakfast together." I explain to him. "Why the hell are you so fucking jealous? I mean, really." 

I was getting pretty tired of us fighting all the time. It was like we both had the ring on. We are always fighting and mad at each other. And I have no idea why. I was always so damn moody. No pun intended. But really it was George's fault. He was the one who cheated on me. I would never in a thousand years cheat on him. I've never cheated on anyone and I plan to keep it that way. I just wish that George would stop claiming that I was cheating on him with Neville. No offense to him, but I don't like him. We are just friends and that's all. Do I think he's good looking? Yes. But that doesn't mean that I'm now suddenly in love with him. No, because I'm not. The only guy I'm in love with is George and he's currently pissed at me. 

George scoffed. "Me? Jealous? As if." He lied. 

I rolled my eyes. "Quick lying, George. It's obvious that you're jealous. But my question is why." 

George sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes darted around the room, not wanting to look at me. "I-I..." I raised an eyebrow, prompting him to keep talking. He sighed again. "Well maybe it's because I think you like him more then me. He's better looking then me, he has a better job then me, he's a better father figure...then me." 

"George...I don't like him. We're just friends. And I don't care if he has a better job then you. I think running a joke shop is amazing. Yes, he's somewhat good looking, but I think you are the most handsomest man ever. And I've never seen him take care of a baby so I don't know what he's like with kids. But I do know that you are the best father figure I've ever seen. You're so good with Adam that it makes my heart melt. Literally, my heart is a puddle." I said in a soft voice. George smiled. "Okay? I love you so much. Me and Neville are just friends. You are the only man that I will ever love. You are my whole world." I felt the familiar sting in my eyes. I sniffled. 

George sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist. I snaked my arms around his neck, leaning into him. I took in a deep breath. George smelled like gun powder and chocolate. Must of been working  on his fireworks and candy. I miss the shop, but I'm happy right here, teaching my students. 

"I love you so much, Lexi. I have never met any woman as amazing as you. You are my one true love, Lexi." George whispered in my ear. I giggled and kissed his cheek. "'m sorry for accusing you of cheating on me. And for cheating on you..."

"It's alright. I'm sorry for screaming at you." I replied. George chuckled in my ear. 

"It's alright, love. I'll go apologize to Neville now. I'll be right back." George untangled himself from me and left the room. 

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I was just glad that we had stopped fighting. I really wanted Neville and George to make up too. And then I remember something. I had totally forgot to call Angelina. I sighed out in frustration. I guess I'll have to send her a letter in the morning. 

The door opened and in came George. "We're okay now. Listen, I gotta get home. Mum has the baby and if she keeps him for too long she'll grow attached." He walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "I love you. I'll write soon." 

"I love you too. Bye."

"Bye." And with that he walked out, closing the door behind him. 

I groaned and slipped out of my shoes. I then turned off the lights. I walked over to my bed and flopped down on it, not bothering to get dressed for bed. I was just too tired and exhausted to do anything else but sleep. Today had been so crazy. I had survived my first week of work, had a huge blowout with my husband, and had to give a child detention for fighting in class. I'm just glad it's finally the weekend. Which means I can sleep in tomorrow and not have to worry about lesson plans or anything like that. 

But I'm definantly going to have a killer hangover when I wake up. I really shouldn't of had that extra drink of Firewhiskey. I'm so gonna regret drinking the alcohol on the morning...

A/N Aaaaaand there you go. SO MUCH DRAMA. This chapter is much longer then the others, so you're welcome. For some reason my computer wants to say that 'Neville' isn't spelled right...? But idk. Anyways, I love you guys!!

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