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Your hand lied on the knob to his apartment. You weren't sure if you should open it or not, actually mor do if you wanted to open it. Sighing you twisted it and pushed it as you stepped into hell for the next few days. It was quiet through the apartment except for the buzz of the ac system. "George?" Nothing. You shrugged as you set your keys in the bowl and made way down the hall.
As you rounded the corner to the kitchen you opened the fridge and swung it open and swung around the door to see what was inside. You grabbed a soda and popped it open. As you sipped it you walked to the counter and set your phone down staring at it. You weren't sure if you should text Ian or wait till you knew how long George would be gone for. Suddenly you heard a laugh come from the living room. Who in the hell-
You set your soda down and started speed walking towards the living room, "I swear to god I will light him on fire if-" you stopped muttering and saw a girl sitting on the couch beside George. You took a deep breath as the anger seethed. Okay, this is how were gonna play.
"Joji baby.." You walked behind the couch and wrapped your arms around his neck. You never called him Joji, you honestly hated it because he would always be recognized for music or Filthy Frank.
"Oh, (y/n), what's up?" George smiled and leaned back, pulling you closer to him and planted a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back and it felt wrong. It was wrong. The girl he was cheating on you with literally sat there as you kissed and it made the whole situation blow up more in your head.
You smiled and looked at the girl, "Can I know who this is? I mean if she's going to be alone with my boyfriend, it only seems right. Unless you disagree?" You have her a side eye glance and looked down at George. He looked confused as hell but nodded.
"Uh yeah... this is Brit. She's a small you tuber from Chicago who wanted to do some collabs with me."
"Oh! So wonderful to meet you Brit, I'm (Y/n)." You have her all the fake smiles and joy you could. You're mom always said to kill them with kindness and you planned to murder her and George whether it was with kindness or your bare hands.
"Nice to meet you too!" Brit piped up and smiled back.
"Mhmm, well I'm going to go take a nap. Don't wanna bother your 'collab'." You put a sarcastic emphasis on collab and smiled before walking down back to the kitchen. You picked up your phone and hurried to the bedroom. Ian was not going to believe this.
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"Sitting beside him on the fucking couch! Acting like it was such a normal thing, like no it's not. Whatever they have should and can not be normal. I mean for gods sake George and I were coming up on our two years." You lied on your back on the bed staring at ceiling as you spoke with Ian on the phone.
"Man I don't know what to tell you.. But don't worry I have a plan. Really when he leaves next tell me because oh boy I cannot wait." Ian chuckled and you smiled.
"Okay mr villain, I will. Which I think he is going tonight with some buds so I will text you for sure."
"Sweet, cannot wait. I gotta go though, editing a video."
"Gotcha, see ya later hopefully."
"See ya (y/n)." Ian hung up first and you ended your side before tossing your phone beside you. You closed your eyes and drifted off, in an attempt to relieve yourself.
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You heard a door shut and it jolted you awake. Your eyes started to adjust to the light that shone through the window on you and you squinted to the bathroom door as you saw George stand there. His figure moved towards you and leaned over you once he reached the bed. You noticed he had no shirt on and you just stared as you were still dazed from your slumber.
"You look fucking stoned." George chuckled as he planted a hand on either side of you. "It's kind of hot." His face was inches form yours and his words were hot as he spoke. He smelt of alcohol, go figure. You rolled your eyes and leaned back from him but he just followed you down.
"I'm just tired and my head hurts." Your eyes studied him as his head drooped down while he looked you up and down. He reached up and started working his hand up your shirt as felt you up. You grabbed his arm and tried to push it off. "Stop it.. I'm not in the mood."
He shook his head, "You're never in fucking mood. What am I supposed to do?"
The look on your face must've said it all becaus George stepped back and instantly apologized. "I'm so sorry, that was a douchebag thing to say."
You shrugged, "Whatever it's s okay." You stood up and kissed him on the cheek. You had to keep the cover going so he didn't think you knew, but you figured he was too drunk to even notice anything weird about your attitude. "Aren't you going out with some friends tonight?"
"Oh yeah. Why?" He raised an eyebrow as he watched you.
"Just trying to figure out what to cook and if I needed to cook for you."
"Oh no I'll be fine. Thanks though." He leaned down and stole another kiss as he turned and grabbed a shirt off the floor. "Well I already pre gamed so I gotta get going." That explains his alcohol breath. Pre game.
"Ok bye babe." You patted his back, not really wanting to kiss him again or just embrace him. You stepped around him and into the hallway. You pulled your phone from your pocket and texted Ian.
"He's leaving. You better have a good fucking plan."
///An/// Next chapter I may use a request form a reader because I liked the idea sooo prepare, this may be cringey for me and you.