Literature
Marks
For Jess. Happy birthday, sweets. Love youuuuuu.
"I'm not gonna write you a love song, coz you asked for it, coz you need one
"
George had to hold a hand over his mouth, pressing down firmly to prevent the laughter that threatened to spill out past his lips. He stood with a smirk, watching as Fred flitted about the room, singing to himself as he went.
He was amazed that even in the clumsiness they both possessed, Fred withheld a grace in his steps that made George want to sit and watch him dance forever. He was most likely the only one who thought that way.
Fred's singing, on the other hand
People knew that was good