Mature Christmas Jokes

“You need to find a REAL man” Why do they say this ?

Boyfriend and I(19) have been together for 5 months now.He was going to college to become an “Aeronautics Engineer” at Baylor,he was an honor student in high school and was awarded partial scholarships to attend Baylor last fall semester.Lets just say he is a bright bulb.He had to leave back in December on Christmas break.His sisters joked about him being a drop-out and that really upset him( I was there when they joked about it).He is transferring to a much closer school in the Fall and wants to continue studying.He has a lot of potential and drive,he just doesn’t have the opportunity,and my mom agreed with me on this but now she thinks he is “just a boy”His family lives paycheck to paycheck pretty much and they are struggling,especially since his dad and step-mom split up 2 months ago.So his dad is more or less a single parent now.He has no job currently,no vehicle and lives with his dad and little brother(13).His dad works from9-6 as a mechanic and uses their only vehicle to get to work every day.My sister is the one who got us together back in August,she told me”I want you to meet my friends son,he is very smart and was awarded scholarships to BAYLOR!”.Now she is telling me he is a loser and that I need to find a real man.He can be lazy at time but hey,what teenager isn’t ever lazy?I have my lazy days too,but that doesn’t mean I don’t get anything done!My mom says he is a loser and it hurts me.My mom doesn’t trust him which doesn’t help because I am already insecure in the relationship(heaven help me!)He said he was looking for a job and hoping to get his job back from before he left to college.I remember him saying a few months back “I want a career,not a job,I don’t want to flip burgers for the rest of my life.”He told this to his step- mom when she told him he needed a job whilst at college.It hurts me when my family says things like”You should have dumped him a long time ago”.My mom is always saying this and saying “He is full of ****” she thinks everything he or his family does or says is a lie.We don’t get to see each other as often as we like due to lack of transportation but we do talk via phone and web.I just don’t understand how my family could be so negative?He is good to me when we do get to see each other.He cares about me and my opinions.He is mature about situations-most of the time- he is affectionate and loves children and is close to his large family.He is great and affectionate and not afraid to show his feelings for me whether it be in person,in public or even on his Facebook status.Now why is my family so negative about him?
@ paul john-he is not going to school right now,he stays at home during the week and has to wait for his brother to get off the school bus every day.He hates being stuck at home all the time and he told me he wants to get a job.

“You need to find a REAL man” why do they say this ?

Boyfriend and I(19) have been together for 5 months now.He was going to college to become an “Aeronautics Engineer” at Baylor,he was an honor student in high school and was awarded partial scholarships to attend Baylor last fall semester.Lets just say he is one bright bulb.He had to leave back in December on Christmas break.His sisters joked about him being a drop-out and that really upset him.He is transferring to a much closer school in the Fall and wants to continue studying.He has a lot of potential and drive,he just doesn’t have the opportunity,and my mom agreed with me on this but now she thinks he is “just a boy”His family lives paycheck to paycheck pretty much and they are struggling,especially since his dad and step-mom split up 2 months ago.So his dad is more or less a single parent now.He has no job currently,no vehicle and lives with his dad and little brother(13).His dad works from9-6 as a mechanic and uses their only vehicle to get to work every day.My sister is the one who got us together back in August,she told me”I want you to meet my friends son,he is very smart and was awarded scholarships to BAYLOR!”.Now she is telling me he is a loser and that I need to find a real man.He can be lazy at time but hey,what teenager isn’t ever lazy?I have my lazy days too,but that doesn’t mean I don’t get anything done!My mom says he is a loser and it hurts me.My mom doesn’t trust him which doesn’t help because I am already insecure in the relationship(heaven help me!)He said he was looking for a job and hoping to get his job back from before he left to college.I remember him saying a few months back “I want a career,not a job,I don’t want to flip burgers for the rest of my life.”He told this to his step- mom when she told him he needed a job whilst at college.It hurts me when my family says things like”You should have dumped him a long time ago”.My mom is always saying this and saying “I think he is full of ****” she thinks everything he or his family does or says is a lie.We don’t get to see each other as often as we like due to lack of transportation but we do talk via phone(hardly) and web.I just don’t understand how my family could be so negative?He is good to me when we do get to see each other.He cares about me and my opinions.He is mature about situations-most of the time- he is affectionate and loves children and is close to his large family.He is great and affectionate and not afraid to show his feelings for me whether it be in person,in public or even on his Facebook status.Now why is my family so negative about him?

What do I do about this guy from school and me?

Ok, this is a long story, but to make it short:

So I liked this guy since the fist day I met him in 2nd grade. We were friends and in all the same class up until 6th grade. in 5th grade our teacher did “the loop” she calls it. Which is when a teacher teaches the next school grade with all the students she had from the previous year. Anyways, so I was always with him and we were always good friends. He was funny, yet very mature for his age so he didn’t make jokes about stupid guy things. And, he was sensitive, yet strong. I could always trust him. He was mysterious and he was the nicest kid I ever met. We grew up together, and in 5th grade I asked him out. (Yeah, I know it was too early, I understand that now. I didn’t understand that in 5th grade.) He said no because he wasn’t ready for a girlfriend until around 13 or 14. Now we are 12. We both started 6th grade this year, and we are halfway threw the year.(High school goes by fast man!) So, I have his phone number, we have classes together, we *could* talk to eachother whenever we wanted to, but we don’t that much anymore. I REALLY like him, and there’s this Winter/Christmas Dance at school sometime in the first week of December. You need a date to get in, and I want to go with him. We haven’t talked to eachother for quite some time now. I want to change that if he says yes to the dance offer. How should I ask him, to let him know how I fell about him, what do i do? Help soon! Thank you so much for this!

Bisexual friend is getting desperate, please help!?

I am so sorry this is going to be long. I’d just like things to be clear.

My fiance and I are friends with a girl who we met through his work. From early on in the friendship, it became obvious that she had the hots for BOTH of us,(I’m a woman) and was semi-joking for a threesome.

She has a straight boyfriend, who became her fiance on Christmas Day!

My fiance and I are a strong, loving and monogamous couple. My bisexuality is are not important in this relationship, any more than his straightness. We can’t imagine really being with anyone else!

Anyhow…
We played along in a totally joking manner, and as a couple, realised at the same time that we should STOP the jokes, when she tried to “sleep-over” in our bed. …In a house we share with my parents, brother and Gran!
We managed to turn that down without sounding horrified, and then backed off the jokes. So did she, but it took her longer because she is lovely, but has NO tact or common sense.

One one occasion, I forced myself (against my embarrassment) to say “You are far too precious a friend to mess around with like that”

All this was about a year ago.

Sometime last year, my fiance and she got very drunk when I wasn’t there, and she flashed a bit of boob and tried to kiss him. I trust my fiance wholly, and know that when he said he thought about sex it really was just because a woman had just flashed him…I believed him. He did NOT kiss her, and he told her it was a bad idea. She thinks they kissed, because she “caught” him on the lips, when he went for her cheek to say goodnight.
(I know I sound like a chump for believing this, but I know my fiance so well that I know how he would have been to polite/stunned/awkward NOT to give her a friendly goodbye! Her fiance believes mine too, and thinks it’s funny)

Whatever minor crush he had on her until then (Hey, I found her hot too!), ended that night.

She told her fiance, he found it amusing and forgave her. I was worried he’d hate MY fiance, but he forgave him too.
We (The two men and myself), decided never to speak of it again, share a beer, and marvel at how tactless the girl is!

She’s rasied the non-issue three times since then. She drops it in to the conversation and it’s becoming apparent we are the second couple this has happend to….and there’s a third one AND a single Mum!
All we can guess is that she reads sexuality into every friendship.

Yesterday, with my fiance in the room, she asked me what my sexuality was. I was taken aback (She does know!), and told me, for the umpteenth time about her sexually open and promiscuous past.
Then proposed a trip to a local gay-night. I told her this was not, and never has been my scene, but the new club sounds like a friendly one anyway, So I did agree. I’m sure I’ll have fun if I get drunk enough!

Now I’m worried she’ll try to hit on ME on my own.

Do you know when you have a friend who you got stuck with because they are not, inherantly a bad person?
You wish you hadn’t got that close, and allowed the friendly intimacy?

She’s increasingly more annoying each time we meet her. It’s not just the flirting, the T.M.I conversations about bowl irrigation (!), and the forgetfullness. It’s just that I know now that we are more mature than her. We are older too.
It may be that I’m missing my best friend who lives abroad.

I just don’t know what to do. I can’t say “No” to meeting up with her, or visits to the house. (Or hospital when she needed us). I don’t want to hurt her.

Please help. I’d like some advice but can’t deal with being direct. I’m too English, and she’s too (half) American!
I don’t think she should sleep with other women now she’s engaged do you?
That is still cheating in my book. If her blokie is ok that’s up to him, but I’m not going to help her!

Did I scare him off? can I rectify this? Men please.?

I know this should be in dating, but as we’re both divorced and I need advice from an older male crowd, this seems appropriate in here – for advice on how to rectify/what should I do (or not do)…

I may have made a rather silly faux pas.

I know him from his work, like him, sent a Xmas card with no. in it asking him if he fancied a drink over christmas (and if not or hes ‘taken’ merry xmas etc), got text 3 weeks later (he’d had it a week), all good, set up evening in, again all good. I got the impression another evening in would be on the cards (shared jokes, chit chat, couple of hours kissing before he headed home, plus comments that hinted that way), and since then nothing.

I haven’t (IMHO) been a ‘crazy lady’ – left 24 hours between texts – kept them in the main light, nothing asking him to call or get in touch (1 was a ‘this is what I’m looking for’ (light weight, friendship, intimacy – both have busy lives and other commitments – what do you think?’), 2 were jokes, 1 ‘thinking of you (with naughty wink), over a 6 day period.

I know the ‘boys’ like to play it cool, but its not the behaviour I would expect from a mature man, nor would I expect him to be fazed by a bit of interest, so I guessed he might be busy or waiting until he had time to see me before setting something up, but 6 days n/c to me = no interest.

He knew my situ beforehand (small child, busy life), theres an age gap, but again he knew that beforehand, and makes no diff to me (I gravitate to older men normally – maturity etc) and I mentioned that during the evening, so i doubt there were any surprises, and we did get on well.

Unfortunatly I hate waiting around feeling like I’m being played or being ignored, so I did send a final msg stating I liked him, but got the impression he wasnt interested in taking a chance on me, that I wished him luck and happiness for the new year, and sorry for being a pain (with texts), that I would delete his mobile no, take care.

I have deleted his no – I can contact him (letter via works), but have no intention of doing this as that would make a further fool of me if he ignores it, but I’m concerned I may have been too hasty – he does work 7 days and has commitments, although even I know it only takes a few seconds to send a ‘sorry really busy with work etc, will contact you in a few weeks’ text.

I thought this guy was a decent sort, mature and straightforward, well thought of by his workmates (people I think well of), so where did I initially go wrong, and is it likely from the early signs that he likes me (I think so, but you can’t always tell), will backing off will give him time to rethink and get in touch if he wants to (I hope last msg makes it clear the door is still open), or have I mucked up further.

And in all truth, how long should I give him? I’m interested enough to wait a bit for him to get over the busy period at work (which will be after Jan 1st).

Sorry for length.

How can I improve a letter to my parents asking for a tongue piercing?

I’m 14 (almost 15) and REALLY want this done. How can I make it more convincing/capturing, making them more likely to see that I’m mature and deserve this? Here’s the letter:

Dear Mom and Dad,
This year for Christmas and my birthday, I am only asking for one thing. That one thing is to get my tongue pierced. I know that at this moment you are probably freaking out and saying HELL NO in your head, and you probably want to kill me a little bit. I would appreciate if before you jumped to conclusions, though, you would give me a few minutes to explain some things because I hope to show you that by taking the time to write this letter and providing you with all of this information, I deserve to get this done.
I completely understand that you don’t want me to get another piercing. It makes sense to me. I have my ears pierced nine times, and that’s enough. Plus, you probably think that something could go wrong, it could get infected, and mostly, that I could end up regretting it and you just really don’t like how they look. That makes sense to me. I understand that it is out of your comfort zone but I am asking that you please just step out of it this one time.
I am a relatively decent kid. I know that I make a lot of dirty jokes, get an attitude, and talk without thinking, but I am working on that. Still, though, I don’t get into trouble. I get good grades and make good desicions on my own. I haven’t and never will get into drugs or drinking even though I very easily could. I don’t get into trouble at school. I don’t get into fights. I help around the house everyday by cleaning, helping with dinner, doing the dishes, doing the laundry, doing the table, and more. Also, I think that taking the time to do research, and approach you in this format, instead of throwing a fit or begging, shows a lot in of itself. I think these things should show you that I deserve this.
I am not going into this on a whim, where I just woke up and decided that I wanted to randomly do this. I have wanted to get my tongue pierced REALLY bad for a LONG time, but I wanted to wait to approach you at the right time in the right way. I have done a lot of research over the past few months, and nothing will change my mind about this piercing. I know everything that I need to know.
I have watched tons of videos of people getting this piercing done, and I have read a lot about it. First, they have you rinse your mouth with a mouthwash to make sure your tongue is clean. After that, they wipe it, mark it and clamp it so it doesn’t go anywhere. Then, they check for veins, and stick the needle through, followed by the barbell jewelery. The bar is long to account for the swelling that will occur. Then, they have you rinse your mouth again. All piercers do it a little bit differently, but it shouldn’t be very far from what I’ve told you.
I am also prepared to take care of my new piercing. I know that I will need to get a non-alcoholic mouth wash (Crest Pro-Health is the most reccomended) as well as a new tooth brush because the old one harbors germs. Everytime after I eat something, I will rinse with the mouthwash. Something else that I would like to buy is a product called H2Ocean. It is a saline solution that helps with a lot of different piercings, and they make one for oral piercings that helps it heal a lot better and faster. I also will be prepared for the lisp that will happen with the swelling of my tongue for about 3 days. I am also prepared to give up a lot of things in order to get this piercing that I have my heart set on. I know that I can’t eat dairy for a few weeks, because it can cause a yeast infection on your tongue, and I am willing to do that. As much as I love it, I am even willing to give up spicy food for about a month, so the piercing doesn’t get irritated. Also, getting my tongue pierced will force me to give up something that you have wanted me to do for a very long time, and that is my old baby pillow. I am willing to give up what I’ve had all my life to get this, that’s how bad I want it.
It’s hard to say how much it will cost to get my tongue pierced. It depends on the place. It could range anywhere for $30-$70, but they are usually around $50. I will also need to buy a new toothbrush, mouth wash, and a regular sized tongue ring for when it is healed, too. Ice and Ibuprofen are recommended to help with swelling and pain, as well.
If you guys are willing to let me get this piercing, you will have to do nothing but sign the consent papers. I will never once complain to you about it hurting or that it’s hard to talk and eat while it’s healing, because I am fully prepared for that. Since I know that it would be a stretch for you to let me get this, I won’t do like I did with my ears. I won’t constantly be sticking out my tongue and tell you to look, because I know you don’t like it, and I would respect that. Also, if we were ever going anywhere were you did not wan
Also, if we were ever going anywhere were you did not want anyone to see it AT ALL, I would wear a clear tongue retainer. I’m not going to lie to you, I wouldn’t take it out, because they can close in a matter of a couple of hours, but I would hide it. They are virtually invisible, and with a clear ring in, no one could even tell it’s pierced.
Piercings are extremely safe if done at a proper place, which I would definitely find. I know that I need to go to a place that has 100% sterilized equipment that they take out of the package in front of me as well as a place that looks clean in general. I would make calls to local places to get prices and make sure that they are a good establishment. I have already done research and places that have a very good reputation for being a good place to get a piercing are Modern Image and Iron Spectrum. I would still call around to make sure that I find the best piercing studio, though. Also, you may think that tongue piercings are bad for
Also, you may think that tongue piercings are bad for your teeth. If you wear metal barbells, then yes, they can be bad for your teeth. However, I will only wear metal while it is healing, then I will switch to acrylic. Acrylic balls are completely safe for your teeth.
I realize that I play the saxophone, which is a reed instrument, so the tongue comes in almost constant contact with the mouthpiece. However, it is just the very tip. I know that along with the research I have done, and getting a tongue piercing would not affect my playing, or my band grade. The only time that it would be an issue, is when it’s swolen and healing. That is why I also have found the best time to get my tongue pierced. The best day would be December 23rd, 2009 after I get home from school. We have winter break from December 24, 2009 – January 4, 2010. In that time, the swelling will be gone and I should be close to being able to switch to a short bar. So, it would be no issue for band class. You know
You know that band is important to me, and I wouldn’t be asking to do this unless I was sure it wouldn’t cause a conflict.
I know that you’re probably wondering why I want my tongue pierced. I can’t really explain it. Well, I don’t want to do it to stand out or be different, or because I want to look “cool.” Those aren’t it at all. I want to do it because I want it SO bad and I’ve wanted it for SO long and it’s something that I know would make ME happy. I want to get it for me, not anyone else.
I’m asking to please get my tongue pierced as both my Christmas and Birthday present. I honestly, want nothing else but the piercing, and the things that I need for the aftercare (that means no more texting, too). I genuinely mean that because I know that allowing me to get this would be a huge stretch for you guys, and I would appreciate that and respect that more than you could ever imagine. You guys don’t know how bad I want this, and I would be so extremely grateful if you wou
You guys don’t know how bad I want this, and I would be so extremely grateful if you would let me get this done. If you do, I promise that this is the LAST piercing I get. I PINKY PROMISE, and everyone knows that I NEVER break a pinky promise. I PINKY PROMISE that if you let me get this done for Christmas and my birthday, I won’t get another piercing, even after I’m eighteen. Nowhere, not even my ears. Also, if you want, I will take out all of my ear piercings except for my first holes and let the other ones close if you think it’s too much. And this message will force me to stay true to that.
Thanks for reading this and I hope you take into consideration everything I have said, and let me get done the one thing that I want so badly. Thank you so much!
I UBER love you guys!!! <33333

Hi, I’m 14 and my boyfriend is 15. Are we too young to..?

Okay. I’ve had a really hard life, to start with everything. My father died when I was young, and two of my brothers are mentally disabled/have attempted suicide. No, this is not a joke.

Therefore, I’ve had to mature quickly, and help out with my mom. Last christmas, I was molested by my best guy friend, who I trusted very much, and it completely ruined me. I was tormented with rumors and people whispering about me at school. I left that school and am now doing homeschooling.

My boyfriend is also mature, and we do not plan to have sex. Not at all. If we last until our twenties, then we agreed we would. But not now, we’re children. That being said, however, we DO touch each other. I don’t regret doing it, or anything, but sometimes I worry that I am too young and shouldn’t be doing it, even though I feel completely comfortable doing it. He doesn’t pressure me at ALL, so no worries.

He said he would stop doing it with me (By it, I mean the touching) if I wanted. Do you think I should stop..? I don’t necessarily want to, but if I really SHOULDN’T be, do you think I should stop altogether ?

Please, answer nicely, this is a serious question.

Can you please critique my Harry Potter oneshot?

I wrote this last year after I had read the last Harry Potter book. I was really sad about Fred dying so I decided to write something like him saying goodbye. I couldn’t think of what to call it so I decided to call it “Fred’s Goodbye” (Oh, how original!)
Please tell me what you think and tell me if you would like to read the rest of it!
All comments are welcomed!

It was dark. Snow was falling heavily into a large garden with a long table placed in the middle. The hedges that were placed around the table were full of small garden gnomes eating strange looking food and wearing not their usual pointy hats but sparkly Christmas ones that you get in crackers. A young, matured boy was sitting on the edge of the table watching two gnomes pull a small cracker apart. It gave a great bang and fireworks flew out of it, along with another Christmas hat with miniature witches that flew around the rim on their brooms singing Christmas songs, a silly joke and a fake wand. The boy had blazing red hair that stood out against the blanket of white snow like a sore thumb. He was very tall and had a kind, happy expression blasting through his eyes. He was wearing a large woolly jumper that had an ‘F’ emblazoned across the chest and his jeans were worn and frayed. He was facing a door that led into a large living room. Lights were on inside and silhouettes of people could be seen dancing and laughing through the windows. He was unknown to them but that did not matter. He wanted them to be having fun, to be celebrating the days they had together. Yet there was someone that the boy realized who wasn’t dancing. Who wasn’t happy looking and celebrating. He was walking towards the door holding a large jumper in his hands. He was running his fingers over a stitching on it. It was an ‘F’. A large golden ‘F’ and it was the same as the one the boy on the table was wearing; only his was a dark green. He looked identical to the boy sitting on the table. His hair bright red, his body long and slender yet his face wasn’t full of happiness. It was sad and unhappy. A pretty, young girl who was dancing with another young, bespectacled boy smiled at him. He forced a smile back, trying to look happy but it was more of a grimace. He opened the door and walked out into the cold. He was wearing a dark green jumper that had a ‘G’ across the chest. He came through the snow and sat down next to the boy, yet it was as if he could not see him. He took not notice that the boy was watching him intently, a kind of happy sadness filling his eyes.
“I still have hope you know, Fred.” George began. He was looking up into the sky; talking to someone he hoped could hear him. “That you’ll come back and we can run the shop together again.” Fred, who was still watching George carefully, smiled and tried to speak back but nothing came out. “I can’t go back there. Not without you.” He lay back onto the table, staring up into the starry sky. Snow was floating down and landing in his hair and eyelashes. “Mum can’t seem to get the fact that you’re dead. She made you a jumper again-” He lifted the jumper off his lap and looked at the ‘F’ carefully, hoping for Fred to come out of it or hoping for him to appear. “-It looks a million sizes too big.” George chuckled. Then he sat up and started to lift his own jumper up, revealing a broad chest with a large phoenix tattooed across his chest. “I’m part of the Order now. Properly. I’ve done a few missions. Only small ones but its still something to keep me occupied.” He placed the other jumper on and stared down at the ‘F’. His eyes filled with tears quietly and when he blinked the fell down his cheeks onto his lap. “All members of the Order have to have a symbol to show that they are part of it. A Phoenix. Most people just wear jackets and stuff with the Phoenix stitched on but I wanted a tattoo. We could have gotten them together you know… if you were here.” Those words struggled to come from his mouth. It was like swallowing ice cubes whole. The way they almost made him vomit when he even thought them. “Mum and Dad can’t even look at me now. They see you in me. They struggle to speak to me. Its like I’m not here anymore.” Fred was still watching his brother, smiling but still sad.

There is more but I thought it might be too long to put on here.
Thanks!

Please can you critique my Harry Potter oneshot story?

I called it “Freds Goodbye”
Not really original but its all I could think of

It was dark. Snow was falling heavily into a large garden with a long table placed in the middle. The hedges that were placed around the table were full of small garden gnomes eating strange looking food and wearing not their usual pointy hats but sparkly Christmas ones that you get in crackers. A young, matured boy was sitting on the edge of the table watching two gnomes pull a small cracker apart. It gave a great bang and fireworks flew out of it, along with another Christmas hat with miniature witches that flew around the rim on their brooms singing Christmas songs, a silly joke and a fake wand. The boy had blazing red hair that stood out against the blanket of white snow like a sore thumb. He was very tall and had a kind, happy expression blasting through his eyes. He was wearing a large woolly jumper that had an ‘F’ emblazoned across the chest and his jeans were worn and frayed. He was facing a door that led into a large living room. Lights were on inside and silhouettes of people could be seen dancing and laughing through the windows. He was unknown to them but that did not matter. He wanted them to be having fun, to be celebrating the days they had together. Yet there was someone that the boy realised who wasn’t dancing. Who wasn’t happy looking and celebrating. He was walking towards the door holding a large jumper in his hands. He was running his fingers over a stitching on it. It was an ‘F’. A large golden ‘F’ and it was the same as the one the boy on the table was wearing; only his was a dark green. He looked identical to the boy sitting on the table. His hair bright red, his body long and slender yet his face wasn’t full of happiness. It was sad and un-happy. A pretty, young girl who was dancing with another young, bespectacled boy smiled at him. He forced a smile back, trying to look happy but it was more of a grimace. He opened the door and walked out into the cold. He was wearing a dark green jumper that had a ‘G’ across the chest. He came through the snow and sat down next to the boy, yet it was as if he could not see him. He took not notice that the boy was watching him intently, a kind of happy sadness filling his eyes.
“I still have hope you know, Fred.” George began. He was looking up into the sky; talking to someone he hoped could hear him. “That you’ll come back and we can run the shop together again.” Fred, who was still watching George carefully, smiled and tried to speak back but nothing came out. “I can’t go back there. Not without you.” He lay back onto the table, staring up into the starry sky. Snow was floating down and landing in his hair and eyelashes. “Mum can’t seem to get the fact that you’re dead. She made you a jumper again-” He lifted the jumper off his lap and looked at the ‘F’ carefully, hoping for Fred to come out of it or hoping for him to appear. “-It looks a million sizes too big.” George chuckled. Then he sat up and started to lift his own jumper up, revealing a broad chest with a large phoenix tattooed across his chest. “I’m part of the Order now. Properly. I’ve done a few missions. Only small ones but its still something to keep me occupied.” He placed the other jumper on and stared down at the ‘F’. His eyes filled with tears quietly and when he blinked the fell down his cheeks onto his lap. “All members of the Order have to have a symbol to show that they are part of it. A Phoenix. Most people just wear jackets and stuff with the Phoenix stitched on but I wanted a tattoo. We could have gotten them together you know… if you were here.” Those words struggled to come from his mouth. It was like swallowing ice cubes whole. The way they almost made him vomit when he even thought them. “Mum and Dad can’t even look at me now. They see you in me. They struggle to speak to me. Its like I’m not here anymore.” Fred was still watching his brother, smiling but still sad.

Theres more but it would be too long if I added it all…
I think this one is a lot darker than anything J.K Rowling would write… I wasnt really looking to write like Rowling, I was writing in my style…