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❝ so cry me a river till you drown in a lake ... ❞
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┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐
in which, you + george push away your
feelings for each other
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════ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : drinking, sad??════
════ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she/her════
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TheAustinShow:
Love or Host ft. GeorgeNotFound
i gasped at my phone when i saw the tweet. this was the last thing i ever expected
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"george i know all of twitter is going crazy right now and i don't want to fuel the fire but there's been something i've been meaning to tell you" i examine his face worriedly, afraid of how he might react. at this point i'm starting to regret taking dream and sapnap's advice of telling george how i truly feel about our friendship. "sure (y/n) what is it?" his accent always makes me weak in my knees. i'm stuttering and tripping over my own words but i finally spit out what i need to say "george i have feelings for you" i stare down the whole time, afraid that his facial expression will give away how he feels. "(y/n)" i slowly look up at him and see his face is a light shade of pink. i feel my face burning up as i look into his eyes. "(y/n) i like you too" my eyes widen and his face turned even pinker. my mouth forms the biggest smile and all i can say is "simp" his smile drops which makes me let out a loud laugh. "i just confessed my love to you and that's all i get?" i laugh even louder "actually i'm the one that confessed my love for -" he cuts me off and says "so that makes you the simp. case closed" i playfully roll my eyes and leave a soft kiss on his cheek "ok simp" i whisper as i walk away.
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my phone buzzed from my bedside table. i rub my eyes and stretched out across my bed. i pick up my phone and wince at the brightness. 2:54 am. my phone buzzes again. i read the notification
georgie worgie
hiii (y/n)
georgie worgie
r yu there ??
georgie worgie
helpooo 🥺🥺
i furrow my eyebrows and rub my eyes. i type in my phone password and click on his messages.
(y/n) the simp
george? you ok?
georgie worgie
heyu lol
(y/n) the simp
where are you?
georgie worgie
ur mum
calling georgie worgie...
the phone rings once before george picks up. "hello?" i say, breaking the silence. "heyooo" i can instantly tell something is off; his speech is slurred and he's laughing an awful lot. "george? where are you?" i ask. he lets out the most exaggerated laugh i've ever heard and says "your mother." and laughs some more. he's drunk? "george since when do you drink?" his laughter dies down and the line goes silent. "i don't drink. i'm george." then he laughs again. my eyes roll in annoyance as i walk out my front door and am faced with the chilly night air.
although george is giving me nothing to work with, i stay on the phone with him as i start up my car. since i have no idea where i'm going, i grab my phone and send dream a quick text
ew (y/n)
hey do u know where george is at?
green bitch
um well yk i am in florida, across the world
ew (y/n)
your point?
green bitch
ok attitude 🙄✋. he mentioned he was heading out
green bitch
to some place called the mesmer something
ew (y/n)
the mesmerist. it's a pub here in brighton
green bitch
thanks for the geography lesson i didn't ask for
ew (y/n)
shut up alligator man
green bitch
my alligator manliness pulls the bitches so thank you
ew (y/n)
says the one that lives alone and plays minecraft all day
ew (y/n)
i don't have time for this POINTLESS ARGUMENT
green bitch
so you forfeit?
ew (y/n)
GOODBYE DREAM
i shut off my phone and glance at the time that glows on my radio. 2:37. the pub closes at 3 and kicks everyone out so i need to get there before george is out on the streets drunk.
soon enough i arrive with time to spare. george is still on the line but the sound is muffled. i'm assuming he forgot about me and shoved his phone in his pocket. i get off my car and walk into the pub, the smell of alcohol quickly attacking my nose. i scrunch my face because of the strong scent and push through the crowd of loopy people until i see a familiar brunette taking a long sip of a mysterious drink.
"GEORGE!" i call out to him. he freezes and turns, causing our eyes to meet. his lips curl into a smile and runs my way, tossing his arms around me. i step back to catch my balance and notice he reeks of cheap alcohol. i push him off me and snatch the drink from his cold hands.
a tall, dark haired man walks up to us and flashes a smile. "hello madam. i see you've met my dear friend greg." george goofily giggles as the obviously drunk man pats him on the back. "actually his name is george and yes i already knew him and we're going." both of their faces dropped into a frown and george begins to whine.
before the man can persuade george any longer, i hand his drink to someone else and drag him out to my car. he slouches in his seat and watched me intensely as i buckle in and start the car. "you're hot." drunk george is a bold george. my cheeks burn red but luckily he can't see them in the dark night. "like really. i love you." my body freezes as i tightly grip the steering wheel, making my knuckles turn white. "george don't say that." i can't even look at him.
"i'm tired of this game we play. i love you. i LOVE YOUUU." his words are so slurred that hearing him say it makes my eyes become puddles. he's drunk talking. i have to remind myself.
we finally arrive to his flat and i help him out of his seat. his arms swings around my shoulders as i drag him up the stairs. "george where are your keys?" i ask. he giggles and looks back at his back pockets. "come and get them." he slurs and winks horribly. i rolls my eyes and swiftly pull the dangly keys from their location. i fiddle with them, trying each key until i find the right one. his head rests on my shoulder and i unlock the door. i pull him all the way to his messy bedroom and toss him into bed. as i'm walking out he grips my wrist and pulls me toward his face. he reeks of alcohol and sweat yet i can't seem to push him away. he reaches out and plants a sweet kiss on my forehead. but i can't allow myself to forget. a sweet, but drunk kiss. "(y/n) don't leave me." he whispers to me, grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers.
the bed dips as i snuggle to his side. he rest his head on my chest and giggles here and there. i play with his hair and for a moment, everything seems perfect. until he's finally asleep, so he rolls over away from me, leaving me cold and alone in a bed that's not even mine. i silently step out of bed and out of the apartment, locking it behind me with the spare keys he gave me. i then sprinted to my car and drove home, quiet tears slowly flowing down my cheeks.
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the day i dread finally arrives. george's love or host. i know it's just a little game for viewers but truly anything could happen?
georgie worgie
ready for today?
(y/n) the simp
to watch you be painfully awkward in front of beautiful women?
(y/n) the simp
most definitely 😋
georgie worgie
well let's hope i can use what you've taught me about women to my advantage 😀
(y/n) the simp
i-
(y/n) the simp
you're not allowed to do that today
georgie worgie
what i'm just saying maybe they'll ask me about the female body
georgie worgie
i'll know what to say then 😀
(y/n) the simp
GEORGE
(y/n) the simp
YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT
(y/n) the simp
AND STOP USING THAT EMOJI
georgie worgie
i'm trying to be positive here and you're raining on my parade
(y/n) the simp
good
georgie worgie
rain is wet
(y/n) the simp
I'M LEAVING THIS CONVERSATION
(y/n) the simp
ENDING IT HERE
georgie worgie
so you finished?
(y/n) the simp
BYEEEEE AF
georgie worgie
i'm literally just speaking normal english
just that short conversation with george makes me feel worse than before. imagine the conversation he'll have with the new girl he meets. whatever i won't even watch. won't do me any good anyway.
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hours have passed by now so i'm assuming george has already picked a lovely lady. my thoughts are soon interrupted by my phone dinging.
georgie worgie
wish i could see you rn. love you
i open twitch and see the title of his stream. "my minecraft date". my heart stings and i don't click on his stream solely for peace of mind. i just stare at the thumbnail for what seems like forever until i snap myself out of it.
(y/n) the simp
i love you too
maybe one day things will work out for us.
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uh that went south so quick lol sorry bout that. anyways thank you again :)
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