6
One year later
LA. What a city. You never could have pictured yourself living in the city itself, being as you were form Northern California, but you loved LA now. Always something new, tons of opportunities, and plenty of friends. After you moved here you took up YouTube, a suggestion form Ian, and started doing stupid skits with friends and even just yourself. The most important thing was it kept your mind busy.
George hadn't talked to you since the day you got your stuff. It didn't bother you really though, Ian Dan you started working on budding a better friendship and after everything that happened in New York you two seemed to grow a liking for each other that was more than just friendship. You both agreed to focus on your jobs and YouTube for now though.
2:45. Your gaze switched form the laptop screen to the window, showing the towering buildings near you and the city scape of people below. You shut the laptop and stood up, stretching your hands up and letting out a small yawn. Grabbing your phone, you swiped through the notifications and noticed you had multiple DMs. The typical fans or the you tubers wanting to collab. You had really built up a liking YouTube now, with being 200 or so away from 1 million subs. But as you scrolled you saw a familiar name that made you wrinkle your brow and your stomach drop.
George Miller: Hey I know what we went through was super rough and I am stupid for how I treated you. But you weren't a saint either at the end of the whole thing. Anyways, I think we should put it in the past and just be friends again. I miss you being around and having you to talk to. I saw you became a pretty big thing on YouTube now, congrats, hope you're having fun with it! I was thinking we should collab sometime? I'm going to LA to meet up with Ian and some of the boys for videos. We'd love if you could join. Get back to me asap. Thanks.
You read the words and just stood there, mouth open in awe and just staring. You had no emotions towards any of the words or even sympathy for him. How could he think this is okay? That everything is 'chill'. You blew air out of your mouth slowly as you kept yourself calm, no need to blow up about this. Nodding to your own thoughts you slid left on the message and deleted it. Out of sigh out of mind. Yeah.. You tossed your phone on the couch and walked into the kitchen. Food therapy, always a good thing right?
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That night you had texted Ian after you thought over the message and that it had actually happened. Ian mentioned how he talked to George about having you join but didn't think it was that good of an idea. Ian admitted he felt he didn't want to film with George after they were caught by him. It was awkward and he felt horrible. He had a point.
You set your phone down on the table side bed and turned it on mute. You planned on getting a good solid sleep tonight, it was well needed. Rolling over you closed your eyes and slowed your breathing. Everything that happened in NY replayed in your head. You opened your eyes and stared at the wall. Your brain wouldn't stop racking thorough the images and words that were said that night. You remembered every feeling you had, from the sensations Ian gave you, to the fear of God George put into you. After a few minutes though your brain seemed to mute itself because your eyes instantly shut and you were out like a light.
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The gentle drizzle of rain filled your bedroom as you slept. It was all you could hear until three taps became faint. The taps grew louder and more rapid; three taps turned into five, while five turned into eight. You slowly crawled out of bed and walked down the hall. You were slightly hesitant to open the door; what time was it anyways? You flashed a glance at the kitchen clock, 2:25 am. Who in the hell?
"Who is it?" You grabbed the handle and pulled the door but only a slit of light appeared because the door stayed chained.
A figure stood there and a waft of muggy air and smoke filled your nose. George. You shut the door and unlocked the chain and opened it fully to see a tired and slumped George.
"Look it's late and I'm tired and you look tired too so jus-" you were stopped by his hand grabbing your arm, slipping his fingers up to your shoulders. He looked so nice, his hair was ruffled and he wore a dark v neck that clung to him slightly because of the rain. Your eyes studied him as they worked up to his face.
"(Y/n) I'm so sorry, I'm sorry that I'm an asshole who can't notice when I have the best. I didn't even deserve to have you." George's eyes met yours and you stepped back pulling him in. You felt your stomach knot up because you didn't want to relive the fight but you wanted him out. He had been nothing but pain at this point, but...
You let out a small sigh and cupped his face, "Listen, you deserve everything. You're a great person, but this, this needs to stop." For the past two months he had been messaging you to get your attention and reach out to you. Your relationship ended a year ago but he acted like he wanted to be friends again, but you wanted to go separate ways while he didn't.
"I can't..." His voice was deep and rung through your ears. His hands had worked their way down to your waist. As his hands slid they found their place in the small of your back, sending shivers all up and down. George was close, too close. You were scared of these feelings coming back, but what could you do?
"George, stop-"
"Stop calling me George." He spoke sternly and at this point you could smell the alcohol on his breath too. His eyes followed yours as you looked away and thought quickly of what to say. You had nothing. All you could think of was his touch, the emotions, the relationship.
George leaned in, his lips crashing into yours. That was all it took, you're logic was overcome by desire.
"Joji.."
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Sunlight flooded your room. You could feel the air conditioning kick on as it swept over your body. Your naked body.
Naked? You shot up and looked down and sure enough your were naked. I don't remember anyone coming over.. Your eyes swept the room and showed no signs of unwanted company. You skulked out of bed and grabbed some clothes and out the on quickly. Some shirt from high school and Nike shorts was all you could find but it would do.
You cautiously stepped out of your bedroom and smelt something burning. Is the building burning? Or is someone in my kit- Your own thoughts cut off as you rounded the corner to your kitchen and saw George leaning over the stove.
"How the hell did you get in here?" You gripped the bottom of your shorts as you shouted at him. He turned and his face lit up when he saw you. Why is he smiling? Stop that. George stood in that one spot prominently and watched you as he said one word.
"Gotcha."
////AN//// surprise bitches.