Fred & George Weasley Imagines/One Shots

George Weasley x Reader inspired by the song 'Why'd you only call me when you're high?' by Arctic Monkeys.

A/N: After seeing so many edits of the twins with this song it inspired me to write a one-shot based on the song, enjoy!

About: The reader and George have a FWB relationship and they both want much more from their relationship, George confronts her about this when he's high.

Theme: problematic, leads to fluff.

Warnings: Partying, mentions of drug use.

The mirror's image,
It tells me it's home time,
But I'm not finished,
'Cause you're not by my side.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy crashing muggle parties during the summer, you bloody loved it. They were so different, so odd but they were harmless compared to the witches and wizards you fell into the wrong crowd with.

Tonight you crashed yet another muggle party, each and every time you invited George to come along, the man of the hour, the fella on your arm. But each and every time he arrived late, later and later with everyone that passed by.

You and George messed around together, but both of your parents had grown suspicious and wouldn't allow the two of you to hang out in your bedroom with the door closed. The burrow was too busy and loud for you to explore one another, you had planned to tell him how you truly felt but each and every time you got close Ron would yell at Fred, followed by Molly scolding the two of them.

Truth is, you kept inviting him to these parties you gate-crashed because you were hoping it would give you a chance to figure out if you could be much more than just friends who fucked, you wanted to be much more and so did George.

The difference is, George wouldn't and couldn't find the courage to open up to you about his feelings. If you were to bring up the subject when he was sober he would go quiet, trying to change the subject. Hell, now that you thought about it, he only ever reached out to you when he was high; but funnily enough, you were the one who introduced him to the green shit muggles raved about.

Looking at your watch, growing tired of the waiting game, you decided to head back home. You had been at this party for hours now and you got as equally tired questioning whether George would show up or not.

Taking off your high heels feeling too drunk to walk in them you held them in your hand and walked home.

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving,
Carrying your shoes,
Decided that once again I was just dreaming,
Of bumping into you.

The golden-haired boy turned up to the party moments after you left, his eyes were red and he looked rather mellow. Looking around the room he tried to figure out the faces who stared back at him, offering him drinks and trying to ask him questions. When describing your beautiful features to the other party-goers to try and find out where you were, it became clear to him that you weren't there.

Feeling disappointed he left the boring party, pulling out the strange flip-up muggle phone you gifted him for Christmas he managed to work out how to call you. To his disappointment you didn't pick up, so he tried again, over and over.

Now it's three in the morning,
And I'm trying to change your mind,
Left you multiple missed calls
And to my message you reply.
Why'd you only call me when you're high?
High
Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Hearing your phone go off for what seemed like the seventh time you gave in, you flipped up your phone. The white light from the little square screen glared at you in the dark, causing you to squint your eyes you pressed the square buttons with little letters on them, texting him.