will you be the one to save me? -- fred weasley

[DAHLIA ALYZABETH CRABBE]

The grass felt nice beneath her feet. Off to the side somewhere, Dahlia's shoes laid in the same grass she was standing in, along with her bag she carried down with her. Her body was facing the lake, and she wasn't too far from it, but she kept a good distance just to be safe. She thought about going up to it though. The cool water would probably feel wonderful on her feet, but at the same time, she didn't feel like it. It would be just her luck to walk in and then fall over, which would make her soaking wet, and she didn't want that. Dahlia hated the feeling of being wet. It was a weird dislike, seeing as people took showers everyday, and then if you swam at all. See, she didn't mind showers, or swimming. It was just when you got wet, with regular clothes on. And then the clothes stick to you and you feel all wet and cold. Yeah, that was not a pleasant feeling. As of right now, she preferred the feeling of the grass as opposed to the feeling of the water on her feet.

It was surprising though. As of this moment, she felt at peace, despite what was going on. Just a couple days before now, she had gotten a letter from her father demanding that she marry Scorpius Malfoy. He was one of her best friends, but she was not about to run off and get married to him. That was just nauseating. She grew up with the boy and went through a lot of crap with him. She would probably know him for the rest of her life, but that didn't mean she wanted to be tied to him for that long. She wanted to fall in love and be able to choose that person to do it with. Forcing her to marry someone was wrong in so many ways. It made her almost hate her father, and Scorpius' father for even bringing it up. The whole idea was ridiculous. It was a good thing the subject wasn't on her mind at the time. Her mood would instantly turn rotten. She just wanted to be happy, if only for a little while.

Looking around, she smiled for no one was around to catch her in the act. Dahlia started spinning around, her head tilted back, her arms outstretched and a bright grin on her face as the speed sent wind through her hair and the sun beat down on her face. The feeling was amazing. Until it was disrupted by her damn shoes and bag, that just happened to trip her. Falling onto her back, she looked up at the sky and began to laugh. So, in the end she did end up falling over. It just so happened it wasn't in the water, which she was very thankful for. She would be utterly pissed if that happened. She turned her head to the side to see a book had been knocked out of her bag and something was sticking out of it. Her eyes squinted slightly to try and make out what the paper was, but she couldn't, so she pushed herself up so that she was sitting up and reached over to take the book in her hand.

Dahlia hesitated for a moment, a bad feeling running through her stomach. Despite the feeling she opened the book anyway to find the letter from her father laying right there. What possessed her to put the letter in a book? That was stupid of her, seeing as it was a book she had to pretty much read everday for class. Her eyes glanced over the writing again as she slowly rose to her feet. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in anger. Closing her eyes, she thought it might help if she just took a couple of deep breaths, but it didn't. Not at all. Her eyes opened again as she slammed the book closed, the letter still inside and turned abruptly from the lake to hurl the book away from her with all her strength. Little did she know, there was someone walking her way when she decided to throw the book.

[FRED ARTHUR WEASLEY]

The loud sounds of laughter, gossip, and daily occurrences were nothing but a silence. Sure, lips were moving and people were gesturing, but that didn't mean anything could be heard. At least, not for Fred Weasley. Everyone would look at him and smile.. or they would frown. It was either you loved him or you hated him- or, even, you pitied him. He didn't take much for pity and he honestly hated the negativity. But, he never let it get to him. He was more easygoing, laid back, and chill. What did it matter what everyone else thought of him? Just because he was missing out on voices, music, and obnoxiousness? Well, he wasn't. He didn't feel as though he was missing anything. Fred just seemed to see life differently than everyone else, due to the fact that being deaf made him the person he was. Honestly, it didn't affect him either way. He understood pretty much everyone around him just by reading their lips. Easy enough. But, getting them to understand him was a different story altogether. Which was why Greg was always by his side. A man of 6'3" with black hair, green eyes, and a snarky grin. He was eighteen, only two years older than Fred himself. And, they were pretty close. Because, frankly, they had to be. Greg was the interpreter for all those around him, because of how he couldn't speak. Therefore, they were unable to know whatever message it was he was trying to convey.

All throughout this year and last, Greg had been there for him, by his side, throughout every class and a lot of interactions. Sometimes, it got to Fred. He liked freedom, without a stalker. Which meant that he had to deal with doing things on his own. He didn't mind so much because sometimes, people understood him. You see- he played a hell of a game of charades. And, so, why not? He loved goofing off and making a fool of himself. What made this any different? He could have fun with it. Which was why he wanted to ditch Greg. And, he was almost positive that the guy would have no hard feelings- due to the fact that Greg didn't have much of a life on his own, because Fred needed him for quite a bit of communication. Poor guy didn't have a life, let alone a love life. Which was one of the reasons that Fred had decided to get rid of him for the day. So that they could both spend time away from the other. Sometimes, tension and frustration got high because of how annoying things were for them. But they made it work. Basically, they had a day off. Once he was on his own, however, he wasn't exactly sure of what to do with himself. On one hand, he wanted to go and eat while on the other, he wanted to go outside. Outside was the better option, because then he wouldn't run into anyone that he didn't wish to deal with. And, that was where Greg most likely was. Not wanting to deal with that, Fred headed into the open sunlight.

Warmth radiated from the sky down onto him, devouring him within the sun's rays. At first, it caused goosebumps from switching to the outdoors from the cool indoors. Climate changes seemed to do that to him - and then he sneezed. When he was younger, he used to think that it was the sun that made him sneeze, but then later on, he realized that it had merely been dust/pollen in the air once you walk outside. Allergies. Who didn't have 'em nowadays? Anyway, he continued onward.. not really sure as to which direction he was headed. Instead, he let his feet do the walking. Within a few moments, as he was looking around at all of the greenery and blue sky, he realized that he was moving closer to the lake. Perhaps a swim? No. He didn't feel like swimming at the moment. Maybe he had got too hot in the sun in a bit, he would, but he was content just being dry for now. But then, he noticed, someone was twirling by the lake before falling over. At first, he was going to run and help her, but then he saw that she pulled something out of her bag? Fred stopped walking to watch her. She pulled out something.. he wasn't sure if it was a book or not, but it certainly seemed it. And, all of a sudden, she chucked it his way. He was sure that she hadn't known he was there, but luckily, the book didn't him. But - he did bend down to pick it up, not wishing to leave it there in case it was highly necessary for something important.

When he got closer, he noticed that it was none other than.. Dahlia Crabbe. He still couldn't figure her out, though. Sure - he had theories, thoughts, opinion, etc. But they didn't matter when it came down to it. And something was wrong that had upset her. So, he returned to walking and ended up beside her, immediately sitting down. He sent her a wave and then signed a question, [ Hey Dahlia. What's wrong? ] He mouthed the words, too, to see if she could understand. If not, then he might as well be a deaf monk. Fred decided that she probably wouldn't want the book back, so he slipped it into her bag before returning to pay attention to her. [ Are you okay? You look like you're going to be ill. ] he added. Perhaps, she understood. But, if not, then they were out of luck. Greg was far away and Fred refused to break that for him. So, he and Dahlia would have to deal with his inabilities that he was so proud of. And, he truly was. If he hadn't been born deaf- who would he be? Would he be different? Most likely, considering how much of an impact it can have on someone's life. But, where it's been in his life for all sixteen years, it'd be weird and completely changed. So, he'd be an entirely different person. Fred would have probably turned out boring, superficial, Huffle-lovers, 0r Slythie-puffs. Crossing his arms, he watched Dahlia expectantly - signing or not, she should be able to understand that he wanted an answer out of her.




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[DAHLIA ALYZABETH CRABBE]

As if her day couldn't get any worse, it just so happened her book that she just recently threw, was heading toward a boy. Not just any boy. Fred Weasley. One of her friends who knew her for herself, but also knew that she wasn't always nice to other people in order to keep up an appearance. Her eyes widened slightly as she expected it to hit him, but fortunately for her, it didn't. It fell to the ground in front of him. Her expression changed back to being angry as she watched him pick up the book and continued on his way over to where she was standing. It made her happy that he didn't notice the letter. Or if he did, he wasn't snooping which was even better. It showed he wouldn't bother her personal stuff. If he asked though, she'd probably tell him, since she trusted him. She adverted her eyes from him while he made his way over and sat down again, still not looking at him, until he sat down as well.

Dahlia was usually quite content with being in the company of Fred, but when she was in this type of mood, she didn't want to be anywhere near him. And she definitely didn't want to hurt his feelings if he were to set her off unintentionally and she said something she would later regret. She cared too much for him. Usually she would find herself the happiest around her friends, but lately, she found she was even more happy around him. She didn't know what it was about him that made her feel so good, but he did it and she couldn't get enough. It was like, she always wanted to be around him. As long as she wasn't in a mood, as mentioned before. Woah. Wait. What was this? It was like, she had feelings for the boy. Like, she was falling for him. That couldn't happen, could it? Well of course it could, anyone could form feelings for someone, but he was a.. Weasley. She was a freaking Crabbe. That didn't happen. It was bad enough she was friends with him. Her father, and her friends and siblings, would be completely disappointed in her. And that was only for being friends with him. If she were to actually fall for him and have a romantic relationship with him, she'd probably be disowned. It wasn't fair, but it was the truth. Especially now that she was arranged to be married to Scorpius Malfoy.

After he had sat down, her eyes followed his hands while he signed to her, but she made an effort to look at his lips as well. Oh, those lips. She wanted to.. No, focus. She couldn't be thinking about such things right now. She shouldn't even be thinking about kissing him at all. She squinted a bit as she tried to keep up with his lips and his hands at the same time. She knew what he was signing, but she didn't want him to know that. Why would she be keeping it a secret? Well, it was simple. Because Dahlia wanted to be able to communicate with Fred, without his interpreter around, she decided to learn how to sign. She would have gone to Fred himself, if she didn't want it to be a surprise. She was so excited to show him, when the time came. For the past couple of weeks, she had been learning from his interepreter, but she was starting to get his sister Roxy to trust her enough to teach her as well. She felt the need to bring his siter into this because she felt that if she didn't have trust from his sister, any relationship wouldn't be too pleasant, whether it be friendship or... the other type that she shouldn't even consider.

Honestly, Dahlia didn't have a clue what to tell him. How do you come out and say, 'Hey, i'm engaged to Scorpius Malfoy. My life is pretty much ruined'? How do you tell someone that? It kind of hurt her, just thinking about telling him. If there was something there, and a relationship could come of all this, would he even be willing to seeing as she was engaged? Of course, he had to like her first in order for it to be mutual dating, but would he date an engaged person? It was wrong, and technically she'd be cheating, but it wasn't like she wanted this. She didn't want to be engaged. Not now at least. She was too young as it was, and she didn't love the person she was engaged to. Maybe Fred would understand. Maybe he wouldn't care. Or, maybe she just had these stupid fantasies that were pointless. She really was stupid to think her life could result in a happy ending. The way she was raised, started off bad. The way she treats people, just to keep up an appearance and to make a few people proud, when she could have so many more friends than the ones she had. People were afraid of her and it made her sick. There were a couple of times she even cried herself to sleep because she was so upset with herself. But, she still continues the facade. When would all of this end? This nightmare that just kept going on and on. And, as it continued, it just got worse. This arranged marriage was the worst of all of it. It set her over the edge and lately all she has been is angry. Today was the first few moments of real peace and it all changed because she saw that damn letter.

Letting out a small sigh, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pad of paper and a black marker. She always kept that handy, especially since she started to be around Fred more often. Sometimes she didn't feel like talking, because she didn't want to confuse him. She knew he could read lips, but with as much as she talked, it seemed easier to just write to him. It would be so much easier once she actually started signing with him. Before she started to write, she glanced up at him for a moment, thinking. -Hello Fred.- She mouthed to him, attempting to smile at least a small smile, just for him, but it soon faded again, when she looked down at the paper and began to write. She thought it would be pointless to scribble a greeting, when it was easier to just mouth it to him. The important stuff could be written down. [It's a long story. Don't know if you want to hear it. I might bore you.] She wrote and held it up so he could see. Really, she was just stalling for fear he would freak out about the situation at hand.

[FRED ARTHUR WEASLEY]

Everything between him and the infamous Dahlia Crabbe had been something else, that much was for sure. Despite the fact that Crabbes were linked to the Malfoys.. and the Malfoys were the rivals of the Potters and Weasleys, Fred still cared deeply for Dahlia. She had a secret soft side that not many people saw, because she never let them. In order to keep her clique of friends happy, she made herself appear cruel. This actually saddened Fred, even though he had never expressed it toward her. In his personal opinion, she was a beautiful person (both inside and out) and should be able to show her personality off to the world. Everything about her was special, spectacular, and worth getting to know. Her facade, however, made that difficult to see. So, yes, he did despise the Malfoys, Crabbes, and Goyles for forcing her to hide her true self. On one side, he did like that he was the only one to know the real Dahlia, but on the other side - he wished she could just be herself without any worries. That had always been his policy throughout his short lifetime. "Be yourself." Two simple words that struck a chord inside of his chest, because if he wasn't himself.. Well, he didn't know after that part, but still. It was the fact that he believed in being honest, open, and without putting up a front. Not everyone deserved to see one's true colours, but what about those who did deserve it? He didn't have any control over it, though..

Looking at Dahlia now, in the sunlight, made his smile brighten instantly. Her hair glistened, her eyes were bright, and her smile was to die for even if it was rare. But it was those rare moments that made it worth it. Fred had always been aware of the fact she was gorgeous, but he didn't comment on her beauty that often. He wasn't some obsessed fanboy trying to woo her. She was his friend and he respected her for all of the reasons that she deserved. Could he possibly have a "crush" on her? Well, he supposed it was possible.. considering how easily he got along with her, how he looked forward to interacting with her, and how he loved every moment. But he would never expect her to feel the same way. Who would? He was often labelled as "deaf and dumb" due to his lack of speaking abilities. Sometimes, he felt as though that's what she should think of him. It didn't quite bring him down, because he was confident in himself and was used to it. A part of him, though, would get a little sad because he wished that being deaf couldn't get in the way of relationships between the deaf and the hearing. Dahlia was hearing.. so, of course, it had a less chance of working out. Even if they started anything. Which, he was almost positive she wouldn't want to. And this scared him. Not enough to make him stop finding her, though. Or hanging out with her. She was significant in the ways of how they needed each other - they understood each other. There weren't a lot of people that could say they had someone that could understand them enough to actually know what they meant by signing.. without knowing sign language at all. Maybe it was luck on her part - or even hopefulness on his. Who knows.

Her anger today made him worry. It wasn't usually like this whenever he came around.. More often than not, her mood would heighten and they'd have some really decent conversations. Today was odd and different, what with her attempt at a small smile. Frowning, with his brow sinking downward, he tried to think of what it could possibly be. Her friends? Her life? Her parents? Her classes? Her facade? It could be anything. She did carry a heavy load of things, so there was quite the list of what else could be wrong. Whenever he was upset, he'd lock himself in his dorm and refuse to see anyone. Or, he'd in an area where he couldn't see anyone. If they happened to come up behind him in start talking, well, he didn't need to worry about that. He wasn't angry often, because he was a laid back kid. Take life as it comes, you know? Basically, his way of coping was to ignore the world. Fred didn't really like barring his problems on other people, so he'd make jokes out of them. The best thing to do when you're upset is to crack some funnies, at least for Mr. Weasley here. It wasn't always like that for everyone else, like Dahlia, but everyone was different. Everyone was affected separately by all sorts of things. Reactions, themselves, couldn't always be predicted, either. And all of that made him glad that he wasn't angry. That he could be calm and cool to help the girl in front of him. Because, she'd never admit it, but she needed him. Her anger wouldn't do herself any good, so she needed to unleash it, or to speak about it. And who better than him? She could even yell her anger. He certainly wouldn't mind. This made him laugh mentally.. it was a semi-sick joke, but one that he could appreciate to himself. But really - that was something people got frustrated with him for.. He couldn't hear them yell at him whenever he did something to piss them off. It was actually humorous.

Reaching for her notebook, he pulled it into his lap and wrote back, | Hear it? Well! Of course I can't hear it. That would be like giving a mole a book to read! | He couldn't help but grin to himself as he held it up to her, but immediately brought it down to continue what he had to say. | Dahlia. You know you can tell me anything. No matter what it is, how long it is, or how "boring" it might be. I'm here for you because I want to be. | was what he added. Handing her back her notebook and writing utensil, he then leaned back on his right arm to watch her. Fred was being truthful to what he'd written down. And, he didn't mind writing. He was sure that it was easier for her than if he was to sign at his usual pace without mouthing the words. He could do that with his sister, Roxy, because they'd been doing it since they were born. But, where Dahlia didn't know anything more than the basics of signing, he was unable to speed-sign to her. This didn't bother him at all, though. Just because he couldn't hear what he was sure was a beautiful voice didn't mean anything. It enhanced everything else about her even more so. And he loved that. He looked forward to just seeing her, without even trying to have a conversation. If he was in the same room as her, or even in the commons with her around, he would always find himself looking at her randomly. It wasn't a rude stare, but it was like his eyes always found her again. No matter who crowded a room could be, he'd still look at her. Because she radiated everything he loved about her. Everything he couldn't stop thinking about.

[DAHLIA ALYZABETH CRABBE]

Realizing what she had written, Dahlia let out a small huff of annoyance. She wrote, 'you wouldn't want to hear it'. How insensitive. Of course, she didn't mean it, and Fred would know that, but it annoyed her that she didn't even think twice about it. How did she not think about it when she was writing for the same reason? He was deaf. As he took the pad of paper from her, she watched him carefully, studying his expressions. Studying, him. There was this air about him, that sent shivers down her spine. She had this feeling inside her stomach, everytime she looked at him. Not once had she seen him angry, or upset about anything. Maybe that was because he avoided others when he was feeling those emotions, but maybe it was the fact he rarely let things get to him. That would be the reason behind her feelings toward him. She felt happiness and admiration. Right now, she wasn't in the best of moods, but that didn't mean she was blocked from those emotions. She couldn't help it honestly. He had such a light personality that inspired her to do nothing but good. Dahlia wished she could be like him. To just take everything bad, and throw it away. To take all that anger and hurt and turn it into something more gratifying like a joke or something. That's how he seemed to handle everything.

Though his ongoing exuberant personality was an inspiration, her true admiration was to the way he treated his inability. If it were her, she'd probably be complaining, or always depressed. Look how she was acting toward a simple marriage arrangement. How could she handle being deaf, if she couldn't even handle this? He took it with ease and made a joke of it if someone said anything in reference to it. It didn't seem to bother him at all and that was a big deal. He was so positive about it, and she couldn't help but feed off of all of the energy radiating from the positive nature. She could not wait for the day she could just be who she was. To show people that she was someone they could trust. Which leads to the fact that she couldn't wait until people felt they could trust her. She needed courage to do accomplish this one single task and she didn't even have that. Now she really wondered why she was in Gryffindor. She thought she was there because her true personality was someone people would like, but she started to doubt that. Gryffindors were supposed to have bravery and all she was was a coward. But, he was brave. He fought all of his battles in a positive manner and she had never met anyone like him. Of course, all the people in her life weren't positive influences at all. But he was. And she loved him for it. Never, would she let him go. Not when he was the one to allow her to just feel comfortable in her own skin. Lost in her daze of thought, another smile formed on her lips, but this time, it was there to stay. Her eyes were still locked on him, it was like she was in a trance. She was stuck in her thoughts, and at the moment, she didn't want to leave, for her thoughts were a lot nicer than reality. Wasn't that sad?

What was also upsetting was the fact she had to be knocked back into reality, and it was his movement that did that. He was holding up the pad of paper after he had written on it. She blinked a couple times before she actually read what he had said to her. Of course. He was making a joke about her little mishap. She knew that was coming, but she still didn't like the fact he even brought it up. She was not mad at him, for it was her fault for even saying it. Or, writing it if you will. If it were any other time or day, she'd probably laugh at his joke, but she wasn't in the mood. It was surprising that the little smile of hers was still playing on her lips without her being aware of it. She definitely didn't feel happy, but she looked it. He soon pulled the pad away again to write something else and she waited patiently to see what he had to say. In fact she was quite curious as to what he was going to write. It was clear he was being serious now, instead of joking. She could tell by his expressions, that she was still keeping an eye on. She watched mainly to see if she could figure out what he was thinking. Sometimes expressions helped people read the other person. That way, they could figure out if what was about to be said or done, was either good or bad.

When he held up the pad of paper again, she could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. Was that even possible? Wasn't a person at risk during that one second of skipping a beat? That couldn't be healthy. But at the same time, she liked it. The words were very sweet. She had heard them before, from her friends. Never like that though. Coming from him, it was, very different. It was probably the fact that it was someone she didn't grow up with. And someone she didn't have to pretend for or around. He was her escape, from everything she had to deal with. Except for the stupid marriage issue, but even then, she had this feeling that maybe he would try to help her through it. Maybe it would be wrong of her to think it was just a fantasy. The fact that he was interested enough to just listen to her, was enough to persuade her he was there for her. Could he be the one to save her from this anger? She desperately wanted to get out of it. She refused to let herself go mad. She had someone there for her, in her reach. Someone other than her childhood friends that she had to pretend for and, she wasn't sure there was anything else she could wish for.

With that, she slowly leaned over and pressed her lips against his cheek, holding it there for a moment before pulling away. Her own cheeks instantly turned pink and she tilted her head down a bit to try and hide it. She could feel the burning of the blush. It was a weird feeling, but she wanted to keep it. Reaching out, her eyes still not on him, she took the paper back from him along with the marker. She wrote quickly even though it wasn't much to jot down. Holding it up, the paper read, [Thank you Fred. It means a lot.] During the duration of showing him her thanks, she looked at him once again, positive the tint of pink had disappeared. When she was sure he had read it, she set the pad back down and reached into her bag, pulling the letter out from the book and setting it infront of where she sat for him to take. Once again she started writing on the paper and when she finished, she held it up. [My life, is in a downward spiral and I don't know how to make it stop.] Her eyes started to fill up with tears as she waited for her reaction, still afraid he might not stick around to help her through this. Maybe it was just the negativity in her life that made her think like that. Even about him.

[FRED ARTHUR WEASLEY]

Fred had this way about him that let the world know he was a jokster, a real person, and a kid with a heart. He had always known that he was a goofball and tended to make jokes in the most intense moments - how could he not? It was entirely too natural for him and being serious one hundred percent of the time got boring after a while. Therefore, he always felt the needed to throw in a laugh to ease any tension that had made itself clear between people. Without humor, life was uneventful. And, he could joke about the fact he couldn't hear - as long as it didn't continue too far onward and without going overboard. He didn't get pissed off, annoyed, or angry all that often, because he didn't like being mad. But there were plenty of times that he just stopped being his cheerful mood.. Sometimes people brought that out in him.. and it just made him even more on edge during those moments. He actually disliked himself when he was in a bad mood, because he couldn't stand to be in his own skin at that point. It sucked royally and it never really accomplished anything other than the fact that he was negative. Which was one of his major pet peeves - he was quite the optimistic person. So why would he always want to be a downer on everything around him? At that point, he wouldn't have all of the friends that he had - and he counted on all of those important people in his life --- Roxy, Greg, Kenzie, Dahlia, Delaney.. and so many more.

There was some definite chemistry between Fred and Dahlia - anyone could tell by merely watching how they interacted together. But, of course, they were unaware of their apparent feelings for one another. Perhaps he was in denial, but Fred was easily in love with this girl. Everything about her was epic and she was the one person that always seemed to be able to reclaim his thoughts. At times, things were rough because of the fact that he was to be kept a secret, but it was worth it. Although, Greg was an overprotective prick that believed Dahlia was ashamed. Of course, he was only looking out for Mr. Weasley. Fred couldn't count how many times Greg would rant about how Dahlia hid their friendship from the world and that he should never pursue a relationship with her if he wanted other people to know about it. Sure, Fred had dated a few girls, but he had never wanted to keep it a secret. When he dated someone fantastic, he wanted to spend time with them in private as well as public. To be seen with your love is something he had always wanted, because then it would prove to other people that he had just as good of chances as anyone else. Okay, so he didn't have anything to prove to the dickwads of the school, but a part of him felt as though he needed that. It made him feel more confident, better about himself internally, and a happier person. Relationships were meant to bring happiness.. not more secrets.

But how could he possibly reveal that to Dahlia? He wasn't even sure he wanted to be in a relationship with her. Not to mention, she was most likely not into him like that. He was almost positive that she had an interest in someone and just wasn't being entirely honest. That's certainly happened to him before. It was then that he realized his own thought processing - he was admitting to himself that he did have romantic feelings for her. Before then, he'd only thought it as pure friendship, but now that he analyzed himself.. he couldn't help but know the truths of his own mind and emotions. Flicking his gaze from Dahlia to the grounds while she wrote a response, he couldn't help but feel.. worried, shy, and anxious. Should he tell her? Should he hold off? There was something bothering her and he couldn't possibly interrupt that. He cared about her problems and what she had to say. You see, Fred was a fantastic listener, because he rarely ever responded. But, even though he couldn't hear, he could definitely tell what you're saying. And, he loved "listening" to Dahlia, even if about negative things. He wanted her to know that he didn't mind that she was hearing, because he felt as though deaf/hearing relationships could possibly work out if the right people are in it together. He was pretty sure that they could make it work, because of their amazing personalities that always worked together.

But he was getting too far ahead of himself, wasn't he? She didn't even know his feelings for her. Hell, he hadn't even known. It's not like they're made obvious to him or anything. However, surprise took hold of him as she kissed his cheek. Warmth spread from his cheeks to his chest as he couldn't help his blushing cheeks either. Fred's father had always told him to take chances, risks, and live life to the fullest. For once.. he thought he should follow that, but then Dahlia finished writing and held it up for him to read. Nodding, he reached for the notebook and pen, quickly scratching words below hers. | How is it in a downward spiral? What's going on? | Fred lifted the paper then and held it up to her. And he looked right at her, forgetting his train of thought that had been crossing his mind. Anything can happen in a matter of seconds - a car crash, a killing curse, a potion gone wrong.. There was something urging Fred on and he was willing to give in to it. Bold courage had been in his bloodline, so it was easily passed onto him. Therefore, he dropped what he had written and took one of her hands in his. If he chickened out, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. So, smiled slightly at her before holding her cheek.. Slowly moving forward, he brought his face to right before hers to the point their lips were almost touching due to the closeness. ( Dahlia. No matter what's going on.. I.. love.. you. ) Fred mouthed the words, even if she couldn't understand. He didn't care. Finishing his meaning off, he removed the space between their mouths by kissing her - letting the world fall apart around them.