It started with hello~ GeorgeNotFoundxreader

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

-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!:)
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"I call shotgun" clay spoke up while running out of the elevator towards George's car.

Rolling your eyes you laugh at him.
"I was going to give you front anyway" you answer

"You where?" The two boys say in unison making all of you laugh.

You sit and think about it for a second
"Hmm, yea no."
"But go for it clay" you smile at him lightly and laugh

You weren't sure what George had planned but, you were excited.
Your two best friends, finally together in the same room and knowing that your parents were coming back.
Everything just felt like it was falling perfectly into place.

You had purpose again.
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After about a 15-20 minute ride George finally pulls into a parking lot and starts looking for a place to park.
Lifting your head up, you look around at your surroundings

Eyes widening you speak up.
"What is this place..?"

You had a slight hunch of what it was but, you weren't 100% sure.

"A haunted house" George replies sinisterly

Your eyes widen even more, once your suspicions were confirmed.

"What are you to scared to go in y/n?" Clay jokes around, making his voice sound like he's a baby.

He scoff at him
"I'm perfectly fine going in."
"You guys don't even watch scary movies" you put a front on like you aren't scared.

But in fact it was a lie.
   You could watch horror movies just fine, but when it came to haunted houses/anything scary in real life... things usually didn't go well.

You hadn't gone to a haunted house in YEARS due to the fact that you had gotten banned from the one in your home town.
Let's just say when it comes to fight or flight reflex's.. you tend to pick fight.
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Packing, George and clay get out, and George rushes to open your door.
Thanking him you step out and place a light kiss on his cheek before the three of you begin walking to the line for the haunted house.
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There were scare actors walking around the building but thankfully they didn't target you're group.

The next 30 minutes were filled with random banter back and forth with each other until finally...
we were next in line.

"How many?" The ticket person spoke up.

"3" you reply smiling at the man.

The man smirks at you and starts looking you up and down before ripping the 3 tickets, and handing you them.

When grabbing the tickets he grabs your arm slightly pulling your closer to him before he speaks up in a whisper.

"I get off in 5, I'll wait for you at the exit and let's say we.. get a drink?"
After letting go of your arm he looks at you like he's never seen a female in his life.

You were unable to respond.
It all happened so quick you were in shock standing there awkwardly, before George stepped forward.

"I suggest you let me and my girlfriend go past, before we have problems." His normal goofy self was gone.
He was actually angry, which you had never seen before.