Victorious || SootHouse Cheorge (Charlie x George) || Oneshots

Gays

A/N: I actually got permission from Charlie to make this and I know all you femoids between 2 - 37 want to see Cheorge so here we go.

Charlie, George, if either of you ever see this... Please still love me ;-;

Love,

Bigweld <3

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"This is fucking boring," George grumbled, resting his head in his hands as he watched two of his mates, Charlie and Dan, fuck around on Fifa, "You're both shit, you'll just tie." He was more than bored at the moment - he called dibs on player two, but Dan took the controller before he even had a chance to move.

Charlie scoffed, "Whatever. Like you could do any better than us," he teased, automatically groaning when the game ended and the score was displayed as 1-1. A tie, just like George had predicted, "Oh come on!"

Both Dan and George let out snarky little chuckles and the two of them switched places. Now it was on. Charlie versus George - battle of the century. They played for hours, one game after another. But no matter what they did, they always seemed to tie.

"This is actual bullshit," Charlie groaned as he had done earlier, setting down the controller as 2-2 was displayed on the television, "You're shit at Fifa."

"You're shit at life, mate," George retaliated, smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest in false confidence. He tried to hide the fact that his heart was pounding against his ribcage as if it were trying to escape and tell the world of his untold feelings for a certain Soot. One that made him weak at the knees with his jokes, his smiles...

A certain Soot named Charlie.

The man sitting beside George had noticed how off his friend seemed, and waved a lazy hand in front of his face, "Helloooo, Earth to George? Stop fucking zoning out on me!"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

A small smirk crept its way onto George's face, "Because you're so ugly, I can't stand to look at you." A split second after finishing his sentence, his face was acquainted with a sofa cushion. He gasped at the sudden hit before laughing and also grabbing a cushion.

"Fight me, George," Charlie also began to smirk as the two began pelting each other with hits, laughter filling the air as the two men chased each other around the room. It was difficult, but George managed to get Charlie by the waist.

"What?! Where the fuck did you come from?" Charlie turned to face his friend, unable to speak another word as a pair of soft lips crashed into his own. It was happening - George has just kissed him. Bells were ringing inside Charlie's head, but he found himself melting into the kiss, dropping the cushion he was holding.

The next day

Charlie sat up in bed, his phone screen lighting up as his alarm went off, "Yeah yeah, fuck off..." He went to turn it off and saw he had a message.

George

Hey, about yesterday... Sorry about kissing you like that.

8:37 AM

Charlie couldn't stop a smile creeping onto his face as he sent back one simple question.

Want to come over tonight? ;)

9:08 AM

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I FUCKING DID IT AND I HATE MYSELF FOR IT

MERRY CHRISTMAS