The perks of being a wall flower - A George Shelley Fanfic.

Chapter 9

"Thank you, again!" I said in a very, very fast voice, sprinting down the corridoor.

Unfortuently, my dad had just told me that he got me a job. I knew it was to do with records or something, but I didn't know what it would be like. He said if I did atleased alright in my new job he'd pay for my flight to LA. That way I could DJ, or as he called it, 'MC-ing.' 

'I wonder who will be on the job with me.' I thought to myself, biting my tongue and squinting my eyes as I walked ahead. A few people gave me strange looks, but whatever. 

'I hope it's not a loser. I can't be bothered with losers. Especially not those really, really annoying ones who tap your shoulder all of the time and snort when they laugh.' I shrugged to myself in addition to my strange thoughts, opening the door. I flinched slightly as the door made a terrible creeking noise. There was a sign near a pair of stairs that led down to a basement of some sort,

"Music store below. Mind the bottom step." I read out loud to myself, looking around not shortly after only to find people questioning me. I blushed a light shade of pink and gracefully made my way down the stairs, trying to look as professional as I could. Until,

"Ouch! Oh, for... F- riggen hells sake!" A tall man with blonde shaggy hair and a white, ripped vest top approached me with a raised eyebrow and a sinnister smirk on his face. His eyes traced down to my foot,

"Nice to meet you uh -" 

"Chachi." I answered with a strain in my voice. It was so humiliating, standing there on my first day on the job hobbeling on one foot, my other being held in my hand. 

"Well then, Chachi, you'll be working closely with George." The man, who i'm guessing by his name tag had the name Karl, turned around on his heel to look for some sort of reaction from someone behind him, yet no one was there. "Oh..." He murmered to himself. "George! Come here!" He ordered. I squinted my eyes closed tight, clenching my fists hopefully in a ball whilst I began to wish it wasn't the George I already knew of. 

'Please don't be, please don't be, please don't be -" 

"Hi." 

"Oh shit." I whispered, opening my eyes to the tiniest extent. My brown orbs slowly traveled aorund the room, and to my supprise, was met by another pair of brown orbs. But they were nicer than mine, much nicer. 

"Chachi..." George mumbled to himself, starring at me. 

"Alright kids this isn't Grease the movie." Karl spoke sarcasticly. George chuckled his usual light chuckle and I rolled my eyes vigerously. "Now. I don't have many rules, but there are a few. No smoking in here, or drinking alchol." He pointed a finger at us and then turned on his heel, walking towards his door that led to a mini, un-orgonized office. "Oh, and no sex on the pool table." 

I looked over towards George and he winked at me. I couldn't help but notice how gentle his eyelashes were. They fluttered ever-so lightly as he blinked, they were beautiful. Along with his eye's, and his lips... And how could I forget that cute little button nose. 

"Oh shut up, Chachi!" I snapped. Then I realized that i'd spoken out loud to myself again, causing me to blush a light shade of pink and look around the room as if I hasn't noticed.

"You talk to yourself? Me too." George said in a sarcastic manner, "I guess that's one of the many, many things we have in common." I retorted and he smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

"George stop it." I smiled sweetly, yet sickly and very sarcastic. "Last night meant nothing. I would never flirt with you. I was just so hyped and a little tipsy." I walked over to the pool table and leaned down so I was facing George as he was oposite me. Then I tapped his nose in a child-like way and smirked. "And you were too. So leave me alone." 

"But Chachi I -" 

"Leave me alone." 

"No." He shook his head slowly, his face looked so hurt, his features so delicate.

"George please. You don't know what i've been though. Have you ever thought maybe i'm just anxeous about talking to people face to face? Or have you even considered the fact that i'm extremely shy." I spoke softly, "Come on, George, we met for about a minute when I was sixteen and I haven't changed." 

His gaze seemed to fix towards me eyes as he starred deeply into them, the force was unbreakble and I didn't know how to feel about it. Although I quite liked it.

"I can change that." He said, speaking softly. He took one step back without breaking the gaze between us, "It may take time, but I won't give up." 

And with that, he left.

And I felt broken.