Highschool Sweethearts [Goergye X CrazyCream]

Chapter 1

Goergyeee: i'm starting at my new high school today

He stared at his phone for a moment, before dropping his hand by the side. He didn't expect his best friend to be awake yet; it was barely six thirty AM. George glanced at the alarm clock next to his bed and sighed.

Even after three weeks in Kolding, George's train trip still left him tired. He kept falling asleep at odd times during the day, and thus sleeping far too late into the evening. Although it had mostly evened out, his increasingly tense anxiety had haunted him all week, making him wake up earlier than usual.

He checked his phone again, hoping for a reply, but the red dot next to his friend's name signaled that he hadn't been online in nearly eight hours. Definitely still asleep, then.

Sleepily, George dragged himself out of bed and to the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror and grimaced-- his hair was fluffed up in a tousled mess on one side, and stuck too flat to the other. Just what he wanted, a bad hair day to start off the school year. He tried to tug a comb through it and gave up halfway through-- he might just straighten it and be done with that.

His phone buzzed suddenly, left behind on his bed. George eagerly crossed the room to snatch it up.

Crazy had replied.

CrazyCream: You nervous?

Goergyeee: a little tbh. i don't know anyone so :/

CrazyCream: im sure its going to go well!! someone there is bound to be your friend

Goergyeee: i hope

CrazyCream: if i was there i would be your friend <3

George stared down at the last emoticon and pressed his hand to his face to try and stop his silly blushing. It was just two little squares of text. It wasn't that big of a deal.

He and Crazy had been friends for nearly five years, ever since George had randomly joined a Discord chat with him in it. They had hit it off almost immediately, and soon began private messaging after that. Slowly, they both opened up to each other slightly; Crazy was hesitant to share details of his private life, and so was George. But Crazy had talked George through nearly every big event in his life: from awkward middle school crushes, to editing term papers due in half an hour, to his parents' messy divorce halfway through secondary school. Now, he supposed, it was Crazy's turn to help him through starting at a new school.

He took a quick glance at the time; his school started in exactly forty-five minutes. Enough time to fix his bad hair and eat a quick breakfast. The school was about a ten minute drive with no traffic, and George hardly wanted to be late on his first day. He still needed to pick up his schedule from the administrator's office and sort out textbooks and locate all his classrooms and...

George swallowed hard and left his room. His mother was already in the tiny kitchen; there was a kettle set to boil and a box of cereal out on the counter. She knew about George's disappointment of moving to Kolding; when he found out about the move due to her new job, he had been quite angry with her.

George was quick to go talk to Crazy, but only briefly mentioned the details of the situation. He didn't know where Crazy lived, and Crazy didn't know where George lived. So George had only told him that he was being forced to move to a new school, and that he was feeling awfully about it. Crazy had done his best to listen and support George as he talked, and slowly, most of George's anger leached away. His mother was doing his best to make their new home positive, and George had grown to appreciate that endlessly.

"First day!" His mother cheered. She ruffled George's hair with one hand, and set down a milk jug with the other. "Are you excited?"

George fought down the same spike of anxiety that happened every time he thought about starting at a new school. He wasn't sure what to expect.