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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"Oh, I swear at this moment you mean everything." Come On Eileen Dexys Midnight Runners
Dream
I took his virginity. Drunk off my ass and barely aware of who I was even fucking, George let me take his virginity. He doesn't remember the party, he woke up more or less confused about the entire night but I on the other hand was completely fucking sober. Stone cold straight-minded sober and I've decided I'm a really bad friend. I'm slightly panicking at how bad I am. He's sitting on the couch talking to Sam and I can't help but look at him like he's an alien.
Swallowed up in clothes he stole from our laundry basket, he looks different. Sam's sweats, Punz's socks, Sapnap's blanket, and my hoodie make him appear as if he's part of the house. Showing how easily he just fits with us. Pretty eyes half-lidded in morning light with a warm cup of coffee, what the fuck have I done?
Let's face it I'm not gay. I've tried it trust me, but guys just don't get it up for me. George... is complicated. My dick only wants him when it's drunk, otherwise, it wants Courtney. George is attractive, funny, and my best friend, but I couldn't have a relationship with him. I'm in love with Courtney. I'm attracted to Courtney. I don't understand.
"Dream, babe, what are you doing?" Sam's teasing tone smacks me out of my panicking thoughts and hones them onto the two of them. "The counter is clean pretty boy, you can stop scrubbing it."
I look down at the spotless countertop I'd been wiping down before I got sidetracked. "Oh, right."
George snorts, "he's been like this all morning, I don't know what's wrong with him."
The fact that I took your virginity like it meant absolutely nothing to you. To me. The fact that you are the best person in my life and I suck at being the same for you.
"Dream!" Sam chuckles now, "Hello? I asked if you've spoken to Court?"
"Oh," I swallow and squeeze the bridge of my nose, "yeah. She's... she's doing something today. Fuck knows what. I don't remember."
I've been too busy plagued with my own guilt for fucking George out of virginity to even think straight. And now I'm looking at him again, eyes cascading down his body as if it's changed the last time I saw it. I'm not overreacting. I specifically remember George telling me how special that kind of thing was to him. How he wanted it to be with the love of his life and all this romantic shit he swears isn't romantic. So why the fuck did he give it to me without much protest or even thought? It's not like him to be reckless like that, not reckless with me of all people.
He's like a rose, delicate and beautiful, mind and heart. Only some are lucky enough to touch the petals. And his thorns are there to ward off... well, everything else. And fuck now I'm comparing him to a sacred flower that I've basically tarnished and stepped on with my ice blades.
