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"Wake up." George whispers, his morning voice prominent as he spoke.
I slowly open my eyes, the light from the window coming through and illuminating the room.
The first thing I see is Fred, sitting on the edge of his bed slipping socks onto his feet.
George plants a soft kiss to my cheek, as I stretch and slowly sit up.
"Morning." George says.
I smile.
"Morning." I reply back.
Fred looks over to us, and shakes his head.
"You two couldn't go a night without sleeping in the same bed?" He questions.
I shake my head.
"Wow, nice Christmas spirit Scrooge."
Fred chuckles.
"Bahumbug." He teases.
I slide the covers of my leg and place them to the floor, then brushing my hair back with my hands.
I wanted to get back into Ginnys room before my parents woke up, and my dad found me in bed with George.
I turn my head, and smile, quickly leaning over and giving George a quick kiss before standing up.
"I'll see you guys downstairs." I say.
They both nod, and I exit the room and head to Ginnys.
When I walk in the room, Ginny and Hermione were already awake, sitting in Ginnys bed and chatting.
They smile at me as I walk in, and I join them on the bed.
"Snuck out again last night did we?" Ginny questions.
I smile and nod.
"Couldn't help myself."
Hermione looks down to my hands and noticed George's ring, her cupping her hands over her mouth in awe.
"He gave it to you!" She says excitedly.
I furrow my brow.
"You guys knew about it?" I ask.
Ginny nods.
"Yea, he was being super picky about it, so he showed it to us to get our advice."
"We loved it." Hermione cuts in.
I laugh, and look down to my hand.
"I love it to." I say.
Hermione smiles.
"Of course you get the romantic Weasley." She begins.
"Merlin knows what Ron's gotten me for Christmas."
I chuckle.
"Oh come on Mione, I'm sure he's done something nice."
She chuckles too.
"Yea, maybe." She says.
As we're talking, Molly's voice echoes in the upstairs hallway.
"Merry Christmas!" She yells, going door to door to wake us all up.
We all head downstairs from her screams, meeting each other in the hallway before going down.
We enter the den and take a seat around the tree, waiting for Molly to appear to pass out the gifts.
Finally she does, clasping her hands together with a large smile on her face.
My parents joined us as well, taking a seat on the sofa behind us.
They brought a gift for each of us too, wrapped in gold wrapping paper, very different from the Weasleys.
"Ok, who first?" Molly questions.
She bends down and lifts up a medium sized gift, handing it to Ron.
Ron quickly rips the paper off, revealing a maroon colored sweater inside.
He smiles wide, glancing at the hand knitted sweater in his hands.
"Thanks mum." He says.
Molly smiles wide at him, and then quickly grabs more presents to hand out.
An assortment of gifts are exchanged, from more knitted garments, to books, to different gadgets.
We all got stuff we loved.
My mum and dad hand out their gifts as well, everyone saying thank you to each other as they took them.
Finally, Molly comes to me.
"And....Callie dear." She says, holding out a present in my direction.
I smile and take it, slowly opening up the wrapping paper.
Inside was a small dark green sweater, with a C sewn carefully into the front with golden yarn.
"In this family we all have one, and you're apart of this family...so I found it fit for you to have your own." Molly says.
My heart floods with warmth, and I smile up to Molly trying to contain my emotions.
"Thank you Molly. I absolutely love it." I thank.
She mikes in her welcoming manner.
"You're welcome dear."
My dad then stands up, and walks over to his bag on the kitchen counter without saying anything.
He rejoins us in the den with a piece of paper in his hand.
"I got something for you boys." He says, glancing to Fred and George.
They both furrow their brows and look at each other.
My dad hands Fred's piece of paper, and they both glance down to read it.
Their faces perk up nearly automatically.
"You know I work in wizard marketing, so I figured I'd help get your business off the ground." My dad says.
Fred shakes his head and looks up.
"So, you're gonna advertise for our shop?" He asks.
My dad nods.
George laughs.
"Wow."
"Thank you Mr. Evergreen." He says.
My dad chuckles.
"Please call me Glyn."
George laughs and nods, slightly looking over to me.
I flash him a wink, and he gives one back.
Molly smiles.
"Okay, anymore gifts?" She questions.
We all shake our heads.
I actually did have something for Fred, but I didn't want to give it to him with everyone else around.
"Alright, I'll go start breakfast then." Molly says, walking into the kitchen.
My mum, Hermione, and Ginny all follow her, leaving only me and the guys left.
"You guys wanna have a quick quidditch match outside?" Ron asks.
My dad chuckles.
"I haven't played in years boys." He says.
"That's ok, we'll go easy on ya old man."
My dad furrows his brow.
"Oh, old man huh? Okay. Let's play."
George swallows harshly, and cracks a nervous smile.
He looks over to me.
"You comin?" He asks.
I nod.
"Yea theres just something I have to do first." I say.
He nods, and plants a kiss on my cheek, before following my dad, Arthur, Ron, and Fred outside.
Fred was the last to exit, but I call him back.
"Fred, can I talk to you for a second?" I question.
He nods.
"What's up?"
"Well, I have a gift for you, but I didn't wanna give it with everyone else around." I say.
"Okay." He says.
I beckon for him to follow me, leading him into Ginnys room.
I walk over to the nightstand, and grab a piece of paper that was lying on it, handing it to Fred.
"I know it's not much, but it felt right given our history." I say.
He chuckles.
"A letter? Very funny."
I laugh too.
"Just read it." I say.
He nods, and glances down to the paper.
It reads as follows:
Dear Fred,
What a year we've had.
I couldn't think of what to get you this year for Christmas, because our relationship recently has been nothing short of a journey.
Nothing that I could think of would suffice for how I was feeling, so with my great sense of humor, I decided to write you a letter.
Great minds think alike.
I just wanted you to know that I love you.
Despite everything we've gone through with each other this past year, and despite whatever we have ahead of us,
I just want you to know that I'm here for you.
Whether it's to talk about your family ,quidditch, the shop, or even girls,
I want you to know that you can come to me.
Without sounding sappy, you are truly one of the best things that had ever happened to me Fred Weasley.
You're my soulmate.
Just in a platonic way.
I've never been afraid to be myself around you, and despite my weirdness and insecurity, you've continued to love and support my every move.
You're an amazing man Fred.
I don't know what I'd do without you in my life.
I love you Fred.
Merry Christmas.
Fred eyes begin to well with tears, and he glances up from the note to look at me.
"I uh," he begins.
"I love it."
I smile.
"I knew you would."
He fold the note up and puts it in his pocket, then wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me into a deep hug.
He inhaled deeply as I wrap my arms around his waist.
"What have I done to deserve you Cal?" He questions.
"I don't know Fred."
"I ask myself that too."
He laughs and pulls away front the hug, heading toward the door.
"Oh by the way." He stops.
"Under my bed, there's something for you too."
He has a devilish smile on his lips, which peaks my interest.
I nod, and he walks away, joining everyone else outside.
I walk into Fred and George's room and head straight for Fred's bed, ducking to peer underneath it.
I automatically see a small red bag, and I pull it out.
I set it on top of his bed, and pick up the piece of paper on top of the paper stuffed inside it.
I quickly open it, and it reads:
I know you're missing a pair, so I thought I'd make up for that.
Tell Georgie to enjoy it, I'm doing this for him.
Merry Christmas ;)
I tilt my head in confusion, and glance inside the bag.
I clasp my hand over my mouth in shock once I see what laid inside.
Inside the bag was a pair of red lace panties, accompanied with a matching bra and garters.
I begin to laugh heavily, thinking back to losing my last pair in Snape's room.
This was a very Fred Weasley gift.
I shake my head and put the note inside the bag, bringing it to Ginnys room and placing it under my bed.
I join the boys and Ginny outside, before we begin our game of quidditch.
I glance over to Fred, who smirks at me in a devilish manner.
I shake my head and smile, and he flashes me a playful wink.
Sometimes I could not believe that boy.
But I love him anyways.
...
We all ate breakfast together in the dining room, taking about our gifts and telling stories of different days we had experienced.
My parents were leaving in a few days, so I wanted to spend as much time with them as possible before I went back to school.
The thought of Fred and George not coming back to Hogwarts with me laid in the back of my mind, but I tried my best to push it away until I absolutely had to deal with it.
The next few days were nothing but relaxing.
I spent a lot of time with my dad, talking to him about school and the issues I've had this year, obviously leaving out the parts about me seeing Fred and the other things that had happened.
If you catch my drift.
One night, me and my dad were sitting in the den together after everyone had gone to bed, having late night conversation.
"So, you really like this boy huh?" My dad questions.
I nod.
"I love him dad."
He cracks a small smile, one that speaks of happiness but also memories.
"My baby girl, in love." He says.
"You grew up so fast."
His eyes were glazed over, looking at me with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
"I'm still your little girl dad. I always will be." I reassure.
He nods, biting his lower lip in an attempt to hide his emotional frown.
"I know." He says.
I smile, and lean up giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm gonna head to bed." I say.
He nods.
"Goodnight Bug." He says.
"Goodnight dad." I respond, heading up the stairs.
I head straight for George's room, to see what they were both up to before I headed to bed.
I knock lightly on the door, and push it open while peeking my head in.
George was sitting on his bed, a large book in his lap with his head pointed down toward it.
Fred was nowhere to be seen.
"Am I interrupting something?" I ask, not wanting to break his concentration.
George shoots his head up, and smiles.
He looks really stressed, his eyes looking deeper than usual, and his hair a tattered mess.
"No, I could use some company actually ." He says.
I fully enter the room, closing the door behind me and joining him on his bed.
"Where's Fred?" I question.
He looks up.
"He went to see Rory." He responds.
I nod.
I scoot over closer to George, placing my head on his shoulder and looking down to the book in his lap.
"Whatcha working on?" I ask.
He leans his head on top of mine.
"The plans for the shop. I'm just going over everything to make sure we're ready to open." He says.
"You guys will be fine." I reassure.
"Don't stress too much my love."
I hear him chuckle.
I lift my head up, and turn to him.
"Do you wanna maybe..take a break?" I ask suggestively.
George looks me up and down, debating before he answers.
"As much as I'd love to, I have a lot I need to get done love." He says.
I open my mouth and scoff.
"Wow, my first rejection." I say.
"That kinda hurt."
George laughs.
"It's not thet I don't want to, cause I really...really do. I just don't want my focus to shift." He reasons.
I nod and turn away.
"Fine with me Weasley." I say playfully.
George plants a kiss to my cheek.
"I love you." He says.
I don't respond, trying to give off the impression that I was mad at him.
Even though I wasn't.
I quickly stand up, grabbing George's sweater from a pile of clothes and exiting the room, walking to Ginnys to grab what I was thinking of.
I walk in, and grab the bag from under my bed.
Ginny and Hermione both glance over to me.
"What's that?" Ginny asks.
I take a moment to respond.
"It was a gift from Fred for Christmas." I say.
Hermione perks up.
"Oohh, what is it?" She asks.
I hesitate before answering.
"It's uh," I say.
"I'll tell you later."
Hermione chuckles and nods.
"Okay." She says tilting her head.
I exit Ginnys room and head to the bathroom,
quickly throwing on the outfit and glancing in the mirror.
Damn, I looked good.
Fred knew what the hell he was doing when he picked it out.
I pull George's sweater on over it, the G sewn on the front reflecting in the mirror back at me.
The sweater was quite large on me, covering my body to my middle thighs, almost like a dress.
I peek out of the bathroom door and down the hall, making sure the coast was clear for me to exit the bathroom.
I quickly bolt down the hallway, and reenter George's room, closing and locking the door behind me.
When I enter, he looks up to me but then glances back down.
It takes him a second to register what I was wearing, but when he finally did his glance was back on me.
"My sweater?" He asks.
I nod.
"Your sweater."
I join him on the bed, sitting with my head on his pillows and my feet toward him.
He glances back down at the book.
I sigh loudly, trying to get his attention.
It works, and he looks over trying to conceal a smile.
"What?" He asks.
I shake my head.
"Nothing."
He raises his eyebrows.
"You sure?"
I nod.
"Uh huh."
He looks back down to his book once again.
I take my hand and slide it in between my legs, teasing myself over my underwear.
I let out a light whimper, which attracts his attention once again.
He looks over to me, glancing down to my hands position and keeping his eyes there.
He bites his lip and tries to remain strong.
"Cal," he whispers.
I begin playing with myself as he talks.
"Uh huh?" I question.
He inhales deeply once again.
"I'm not gonna be able to focus with you..." his voice trails off.
I smirk.
"Well if you won't help me, I'll just have to do it myself." I state.
His eyes were wide and alert, scanning my body up and down, every inch meeting his gaze.
"You little devil." He says.
...
"That's what I'm good at." I respond.
He slowly sets the book down to the side of him, and tries to position himself over me.
I stop him, holding out my arm to his shoulder, pushing him back.
"Oh no, you have to focus Weasley." I say.
"No touching."
He turns his head in a shocked manner.
"You'll just have to watch." I tease.
I lean up, leaning over to him and planting a kiss to his lips.
He grabs my face with his hands, but I quickly remove them.
"No touching." I state again.
He leans his head back onto the wall in agony.
I place my hand on his shoulder, and straddle him.
I slide my hands around the bottom of the sweater, lifting up and revealing the ensemble underneath.
His eyes scan me up and down in disbelief.
"Fuck."he mutters under his breath.
I crack an evil smile, sliding my hand back down into my panties, continuing to pleasure myself while still straddling him.
I could see him becoming antsy, not being able to put his hands on me.
I loved the feeling of having him under my control.
I wrap my other hand around the back of his neck, his head slightly tossing back at the contact.
"Fuck-" he mutters again under his breath.
I lean my head down, giving him a slight kiss on his jawline.
He bites his lower lip in agony.
I scoot closer to him as I still remained straddling his lap, my stomach nearly touching his.
He kept his hands at his sides, his fists slightly balled and tensed up.
I felt him growing through his pajama pants underneath me.
I fastened my pace of my hand, beginning to slightly thrust my hips, making friction between us.
He groaned lightly, and I let out small moans to heighten his mood.
"Georgie," I mutter.
He shakes his head.
"Come on Cal, this is torture." He says, looking up to me with his eyes filled with desperation.
I shake my head no.
My climax was getting closer and closer, my abdomen beginning to tingle as I continued my circular motion with my fingers.
Finally, I reach my climax, tugging on George's hair with my other hand that was wrapped around the back of his neck.
I let a quiet moan out, biting my lower lip to keep myself quiet.
I remove my hand from my panties, and sit all the way down onto his lap, placing both my hands onto his shoulders.
George's face looked desperate, his eyes wide and his chest rising and falling harshly.
I give him a small peck before sliding off his lap, and laying back down onto the pillows.
His head follows me, still scanning me up and down.
"Callie." He says, blunt and sharp.
I take my foot, running it up his leg and meeting his crotch with it.
"Hm?" I ask seductively.
George takes a moment, still looking at me with a new hunger in his eyes.
Suddenly, he grabs my hips, dragging me toward him and then flipping me over, pulling me up so that I was on my knees.
My back was pressed to his stomach, and he wrapped his hand around my throat, bringing his face close to my neck.
He inhales heavily.
"You little tease." He whispers.
I smile, his hand on my throat causing me to slightly look up to the ceiling.
"My turn." He spit.
He then shoved me down, forcing me on all fours as I heard him sliding his pants off.
Then, his grip appeared around my underwear, him taking his time while sliding them off of my hips and down my legs.
Without any warning, he positioned himself at my e trance and slammed in.
I grip tightly onto his sheets, trying to find a way to alleviate some of the impact.
I brought my face down to the pillow, turning my head and arching my back.
George grunted loudly.
He pulled me back up, his hand replacing itself around my throat.
"Remember, I'm in charge." He spits.
I groan, slightly nodding my head.
He began his harsh thrusts, letting out the frustration of me teasing him moments before.
He kept his lips close to my ear, his breathing heavy and soft grunts escaping his mouth.
He ran his other hand up my stomach, gripping my right breast into his hand.
"you're so beautiful." He moaned.
I brought my hand up to his forearm, gripping it tightly as his hand remained placed lightly around my throat.
Suddenly George pulled away, dropping his hands off my body.
He gripped onto my hips, flipping me over onto my back and hovering over me.
"I wanna see your beautiful face while I fuck you " he says.
I smile.
I widen my legs, giving him the space he needs to get between them, but he remains only hovering inches from my body.
He takes his dick into his hands, and gently runs it across me.
"George," I moan out, bucking underneath the contact.
"You're not the only one who can tease Evergreen." He spit.
He continued his motion, running his dick up and down against me.
"Georgie please," I beg.
He shakes his head no, and slowly lowers himself downward, his face at level with my core.
He brought his lips close to me, breathing heavily to tease more.
He began to plant kisses on my inner thighs, all while still keeping deep eye contact with me.
He brought two fingers up as well, placing them on my clit and adding a bit of pressure, but only leaving them there with no movement.
His touch was nearly unbearable.
He slowly ran his fingers down, meeting my entrance with them and teasing to go in.
I arch my back in anticipation.
He brings his mouth up to my clit, softly kissing it , but doing nothing more once again.
"George please." I beg in desperation.
He keeps his attention on me.
"Tell me what you want." He states.
My stomach turns in the heat of the moment.
"I want you to make me feel good." I state.
George slightly nods.
"Beg for it." He states.
I nod.
"please fuck me." I beg.
He flashes me a devilish smile, and gives in.
He inserts his fingers, curling them upward and hitting my sweet spot.
I sit myself up on my forearms, not wanting to miss a second of him working his magic.
He began sucking on my clit, flicking it with his tongue as well.
All my senses came alive, each nerve he was hitting overwhelming me from having already came prior.
I bring one hand down, running it through his head of red curls, and tugging slightly.
He raised his eyes to meet mine, a small smile on his lips as he continued.
"I'm gonna cum again." I state, already close from the overstimulation.
George continues, bringing a hand up and running it over my stomach.
"George." I moan, his mouth driving me over the edge.
Suddenly though, he pulled away, bringing his body up toward me.
I groaned at the sudden disconnect, but didn't have enough time to complain before he continued.
He thrusts into me once again, leaning down onto his palms with his arms next to my head.
He began a motion of thrusts, each one the same as the last .
I reached my arms down, wrapping my fingers around the bottom of his shirt and pulling up.
He assisted me, reaching one arm behind his neck and pulling it off of his head, using the other arm to hold himself up.
I brought my hand to his neck, tracing my fingers down his toned figure, stopping at his v-line.
He watched my hands traced down his body, slightly smirking at my touch.
"you're so sexy." I moan, admiring his body.
He shakes his head, leaning down and pulling me into a kiss.
I wrap my forearms around the back of his neck, keeping the kiss deep and passionate.
I snaked my hands down his back, leaving a trail of slight scratches to follow.
He grinned into the kiss, as I began feeling his strokes reach further into me.
I could no longer conceal myself, so I let out a loud moan in response.
"George-" I begin to say, but fail to gather my words.
He smirks again, loving his ability to leave me speechless only with his dick.
"we didn't use the muffle spell," I gasp.
George's tongue skated across his lower lip, following a slight small lip bite.
"You better keep that pretty little mouth quiet then. We're doing it the old fashion way." He spits.
With his words, he increases his roughness in his thrusts, also picking up the pace.
I let out a small scream, before bringing my hand up to my mouth and clasping it over it.
George nearly automatically takes my hand away, placing it above my head and pinning it there.
He shakes his head back and forth.
"No cheating" he says.
I close my eyes tightly, trying to remain quiet as he hit every sweet spot in me.
I replace my hands onto him, cupping around his stomach and running them up and down his toned back.
I dug my nails into his skin in response to him fucking me, not being able to help it.
He let out a small groan from the pain, but had a devilish smile plastered on his lips the entire time...so I knew he was enjoying it.
I felt myself growing closer to my climax, each thrust feeling better than the last.
His hips were smacking harshly into my inner thighs, causing slight pain from the impact.
There would definitely be bruises in the morning.
Finally, my abdomen formed it's familiar feeling, filling with tingles and waves of pleasure.
"George, I'm gonna cum." I moan.
He looks me straight in the eyes, still thrusting as he holds eye contact.
Suddenly, he pulls out, leading his body away from min quickly and harshly.
I groan loudly at the disconnect once again every nerve in my body on edge from the teasing.
He was really not giving in tonight.
"You already finished Cal. It's my turn." He spits.
He comes closer to me once again, wrapping his arm around the back of my neck, and pulling up.
He sits me up on the bed, and switches the position of his body so that he was laying down.
He glances down to his dick, and then back up to me.
"Do your job." He demands.
I nod, crawling closer to him, and positioning my face to where I could reach his dick.
I take it into my hand, slowly running my hand down his shaft and then back up to his tip.
He keeps his eyes on me, intently watching my every move.
I cupped my lips around his tip, sucking lightly as I began a soft stroke up and down.
He hitched his breathing, slightly opening his mouth in awe.
He takes his hand and grabs a handful of my hair, tugging roughly on it.
He pushes my head down slowly, causing me to take more of him into my mouth.
As I nearly reached his balls, I began to gag, his large size hitting ur back of my throat.
He smiled down at me, watching my mouth take him all in, and enjoying every second of it.
"Fuck you're good baby." He whimpers, tossing his head back.
He slowly lifts my head up, allowing me a few seconds of air before shoving me back down.
He began thrusting his hips slightly, keeping my head steady with his hands gripped into my hair.
I reached my hand down my body, and began pleasuring myself.
George's eyes followed my hand down my body, and he slightly smirked.
He began to lightly moan, his voice rough and deep as it resonated in the room.
He yanked my head up quickly, sitting up and lifting me back onto his lap.
He inserted himself back into me, and moved his hands to my hips slowly rocking them back and forth.
"I wanna cum in you love" he says, moving my hips back and forth with his hands.
I nod in agreement, placing my hands to his abs for support as I aided him in my thrusts.
I took one hand, and began pleasuring myself as I rode him.
George tossed his head back, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip.
His breathing intensified, and I knew he was close.
"I'm gonna cum." He moans.
I continued a forward and backward motion with my hips, riding him to his climax.
George clenched his arms, gripping tightly on my hips, his knuckles turning white.
He let out a quiet moan, trying to keep himself quiet and unnoticed by everyone else in the house.
I leaned down, bringing our lips together.
George struggled to kiss back, his mouth remaining open as he finished.
"Fuck," he moaned into the kiss.
I smile, running my hand from his neck down his abs.
I began to cum too, a mix of myself and his teasing doing all the work.
I kept our lips together, letting him do the work of keeping me quiet as I unraveled on top of him.
Finally, he fell backwards onto the bed, sighing heavily and placing his arms behind his head to look up.
He gazed at me, a small smirk on his face.
I lifted off of him, and plopped onto the bed, reaching my hand around his chest and cuddling up close.
"I'll never get tired of that view." He says, still trying to catch his breath.
I furrow my brow.
"What view?" I question.
...
"Just you." He responds.
I chuckle.
"You mean me riding you?" I ask.
He shakes his head.
"Well that's a plus, but that's not just it Cal."
"Everything you do, I just love watching you." He says.
My heart feels warm at his words.
I lean down, pulling him into a love filled kiss, one that made my entire body fill with safety and security.
"I love you George." I mutter.
He smiles.
"I love you too Cal."
.....
The next morning, my parents left for home.
We all gave our goodbyes, them saving me for last in the long lineup.
My mom pulled me into a warm hug, her perfume clouding my nose and reminding me of home.
As she pulled away, she cupped my face into her hands, and looked at me.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
"Promise you'll write Bug?" She questions.
I chuckle .
"I promise mum." I say.
She nods, planting a kiss to my cheek and turning away.
My dad replaces her, giving me a stronger, but quicker hug.
"We love ya kid." He says.
I smile.
"I love you guys too."
We all exchange one last goodbye, and they head out, Arthur driving them to the train station.
I walk into the den after they leave, joining George on the couch, Fred sitting across from us.
"So how'd it go with Rory?" I ask.
Fred furrows his brow.
"You're asking about Rory? He questions.
I frown.
"Is that shocking?"
Fred shakes his head.
"I mean no, but i didn't think you'd wanna know. Given your guys history." He says.
"Oh come on Freddie, we talked about this." I begin.
"I'm giving her a chance, as long as she's making you happy."
Fred smiles.
"It's going good." He says.
"Really good"
I nod and smile.
"I'm really glad." I respond.
A few silent seconds go by, before Fred gets up and walks out of the den, leaving George and I alone.
I sigh heavily, turning to George who was next to me in the couch.
He glances over at me, and turns his attention over.
"What's on your mind?" He asks.
I shake my head.
"It's nothing." I lie.
George turns his body to me, raising his eyebrows.
"Callie I've known you long enough to know when you're stressed. Tell me." he states.
I sigh again.
"It's just, I can't stop thinking of you not coming back with me. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you there."
George sighs, and runs his fingers through my hair.
"You'll be ok. You're strong." He reassures.
"I know that. I'm just scared that-" I stop.
George raises his eyes brows, waiting for me to continue."
"I'm scared our relationship will fall apart." I say, choking back tears.
George shakes his head, scooting closer to me and cupping my cheek into his hand.
"You don't have to worry about that love. I'm gonna write everyday, and I'm gonna visit on the weekends. "
"It'll be different yea, but we won't break. Me and you...this is forever." He reassures.
I nod.
"Promise?" I ask.
He sticks out his pinky.
"I promise." He states.
I wrap my pinky into his, solidifying our agreement.
In that moment, with my hand in his and our promises being made, I felt a sense of security.
I knew we would be ok.
Me and George are meant to last.
And we both promised.
....
You can't break a promise.
Authors note:
I'm back!! So sorry for the very delayed update, but I'm back into writing so expect more.
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