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Dumb teenage boys🎀

George was sat in his room, laying on his bed, looking at his phone. The brunet had just gotten home from school
that day and guess what, he managed to say something to his four year crush today! It doesn't matter that those words
were an apology for spilling water onto him, what matters is that he spoke to him. Who's George's crush you ask? Well,
only the most attractive, humorous, genuine person George had ever met, Clay Wastaken. Speaking of Clay, George
looked at his Home Screen, a picture of Clay that his friend Karl had taken for him. The blond was smiling so brightly,
so cutely, and so happily. George had interacted with Clay a whole three times in his life, one was today when he split
water onto him, another was when he tripped and fell, and the blond actually came over to help him up. The last one
was the most important one since it was when he truly fell for the boy, when Clay showed him around the school
when he first transferred.

George knew they were soulmates, each others halves, however you'd explain true love, but he couldn't fully prove
that yet since he hadn't actually spoken to Clay. Karl had insisted that he needed to speak to him before he started
crushing too hard, but George always froze up and stuttered around him, making it so that he'd have to run away
shamefully after only stuttering out a word or two. He didn't know where this crush spawned out of since it had
seemingly come out of nowhere, but he didn't mind it being there since it made school seem less unbearable.
George decided to use his time wisely and get some homework done if he was going to sit around, so he grabbed
his blue backpack off of the floor and unzipped it, grabbing the binders, notebooks, and pencils he needed to start.

George always hated doing schoolwork since it took too much time out of his day and he hated using his brain that much,
but he persisted. If he got held back a year he wouldn't be able to be in the same class as Clay anymore, that would just be a
tragedy. His work was paused for a moment when he heard a knock at the door, "George? Someone's here to see you" George
looked up from his math assignment at the sound of his father.

"Coming!" George shouted, pushing his work away, secretly thankful for the interruption since he was procrastinating hard.
George opened the door to his bedroom and went through the house, making it to the front door where he saw a boy with a
package in his hands, it was a small package, but it had a piece of paper on top of it that was folded neatly.

"Are you George Davidson?" The man asked, causing George to nod his head, "Please take this package" the man reached
his hands out to George, and George took it.

"But.. I didn't order anything?" George asked, looking up to look at the man, but he was gone. George poked his head out
of the doorway and looked up and down the street, no car, not even a sound. George shrugged, weird. The brunet closed the
door and locked it again, going towards his room and closing that door too, placing the box down on his bed and taking hold
of the folded piece of paper. He sat down on the cushions at the end of his bed and unfolded the paper, looking at its contents.

This will prove useful, given the amount of work you'd be willing to put into it

George reread the paper a few times, what did that mean? He placed it aside and tossed the box over in his hands, no
stickers or words, just a normal brown cardboard box. George pulled up the top lid and looked inside, seeing a black box
inside the bigger box with red markings all over it. George reached inside and took the box, looking at the markings. The
top had many markings, curves and lines of red while the rest seemed bare of colour. George opened the top and looked
inside to see a red cushiony inside, with two earrings set on it. George took the earrings and looked at them, they were
red and had black dots along them like a ladybug, he furrowed his eyebrows, who would send him jewelry? And with
no name, no address even on the box, and no context in the note.