It started with hello~ GeorgeNotFoundxreader

CHAPTER FIVE

-updated 9/20/21- WARNING- this story is extremely cringe (at least to me) because it was my first story back onto wattpad in years.
I have 2 other george X readers that are 10x better if interested.
Please refrain from being rude, keep it nice even though yes, I know I added some cringe shit into this💀 I'm just tired of seeing rude/Ill mannered comments, making me tempted to take the story down as a whole, but not wanting to. Just please be nice!:)

(Trigger warning- talks about past abuse, and self harm, vulgar language)
(This is a continuation from where I left on in chapt 4)
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Patiently waiting for clay to text back, I banter around with George while we play bedwars.

The familiar bing went off from my phone, making my body feel slightly numb.

Opening my phone I go to my discord and read what he said.

"Now Im going to be honest y/n, you and him would be pretty cute. But I wouldn't rush it to much. Hes pretty awkward and doesn't really know how to act with things like that.. so just take it slow and spare your feelings."
Slightly frowning at the text, George takes notice that your being quiet.

"Hey, you okay?" His voice sounded slightly worried

"Huh?"
"Oh yeah. Uhh I'm fine" you try to bring joy to your voice the best you could
"Just texting dream back is all" you add on

George doesn't say anything else, and continues to play the game.
Finishing the text to clay you click send

"I know clay, I promise I'll be careful. Plus I don't think he'd like me back so, I might not even try."

Turning your focus back to the game, you start actually talking with George to get to know him more.

He seemed like a super sweet genuine person, he also somehow had a way of making you feel okay, even when you were doing horrible.

~time skip~

It had gotten pretty late by the time you and George had called it a night.

After leaving the discord, I got up and went to my suitcase to pull of comfier pajamas.

Grabbing a pair of black stretchy shorts and a grey baggy knitted sweater, I throw them on quickly.

Laying down, I start getting curious on if my parents had even texted, or worried about me.

"Maybe I can unblock one of them. Just to see what they're saying" you whisper to yourself

Grabbing your phone you go to your moms contact and unblock her number.
Waiting for the texts to flow in, one by one they all slowly started to pour in.
*6 unread messages.*

Tapping the notification your start reading the paragraphs she had sent.

"Are you fucking serious right now y/n? You think you're going to get far without us? Well good luck. Me and your father tried to provide everything for you. Sure things got hard sometimes but that never took away from the love we had for you. I can't believe you would go behind our back and do some stupid shit like this!"
Eyes start welling up while reading all of the lies your mom was saying.
"I was going to apologize for how me and your father have been recently. But never fucking mind, you've blown it this time. You're going to end up fucking homeless on the side of the road, and when you come crawling back to us, you're going to pay for what you did. YOU'RE A DEAD MAN Y/N."

Stopping yourself from replying, you close your phone and throw the pillow over your head, where the tears just increased.

Hearing a slight knock at your door you slap yourself out of the mental state you were in and speak up.