Though he desperately refuses the conformities of modern novel tropes, George acknowledges he's just the same as every book character. A side character that is. Studying his way into writing a hit novel George has to master the ups and downs of his...
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"You're gone then back at my door." The cut that always bleeds Conan Gray
George
I'm staring a breasts when I unpack the box I picked up from dorm mail. Karl is laughing his ass off next to me receiving a smack every few seconds because my father is on the phone.
"Beer posters?"
My father grunts in agreement, "you have no decoration in that dorm of yours. Plus," he pauses and laughs under his breath. "They are signed! I know you aren't really into the girl thing, but they didn't have male models at the show."
"Oh? Alright!" I try to keep the sarcasm from my tone and fail miserably. "Thanks, um... How's Rachel?"
Karl unrolls another poster just to reveal the woman's body and puts his head in the spot hers would be. He was now a woman with a large chest covered barely by a Corona beer bathing suit. She's beautiful, don't get me wrong, but she doesn't exactly meet my fancy. Karl makes me laugh beneath a hand after posing with another poster like a dumbass.
"Good! We're excited to spend Christmas with her family this year. How about you? You seeing your mom and um... him, for Christmas? Your friend going as well?"
Now I'm frowning, "actually I won't be home for Christmas this year. My friends want to have a get-together at a house right outside of campus."
Karl pulls my elbow and mouths 'what the fuck' to me three times. I detach his arm and roll up his poster with my phone nestled between my shoulder and ear.
"Ah! The life of a college student! I remember my days in University. Well, if you change your mind you can always come here for Christmas. Rachel adores you."
"Of course, Dad."
I never really get a goodbye my father just hangs up if he's done with a conversation. It's heartwarming as much as it is annoying.
Tossing my phone down Karl erupts into a speech, "why aren't you going home for Christmas? I mean it's not like you like going home, but don't you and Dream make a road trip out of it?"
"Coxney Lynn moo-cow, is going in my place."
"He's taking her home on the Christmas? Your Christmas?"
Sighing doesn't feel like enough to express my vexation so I simply shrug, "he wants to marry her someday, she'll need to get to know his family better."
"Says you or says Dream?" Karl's always on my side with things but sometimes I wish he wasn't. I side-eye him and continue to rummage through the box of posters. Sometimes I wish he was as oblivious as Dream, it would make everything much easier to cope with. I love and loathe him for how good of a friend he is.
I swallow, "Dream."
Karl sits down on my bed just to fiddle with the posters some more, "are you ever going to tell him how you feel?"
