What the fxck

Goodmorning

DISCLAIMER: this is a smut fanfic!! viewer discretion is advised! sorry if it's bad I'm not the best at these ((:

The wind settles down as the sun starts to set and the moon starts to rise. A low beeping noise starts to sound as it slowly gets louder and louder.  "What the fuck was that" George says as he jumps from his sleep. "God I'm about to smash the shit out of that clock" as his voice slowly echo's across the room.

George's sleep schedule has been brutally messed up the past 2 weeks from him starting night college due to the fact of skipping out on college for his first years. He's a dumbass isn't he? He thinks the same. Don't try running it past him any different.

As George slowly starts to open his heavy blood shot eyes he looks over at his digital clock "What time is it??" George quietly but aggressively says. George has seemed to grow some sort of anger issues over the time of starting night college. I mean who can blame him? Having to go to school at 10 all the way until 4 am. Fucks you up in the head.

"9 pm...of course" George whispers to himself. George slowly sits up out of his overly messy bed as his body aches in pain. The sound of his bones popping alerts him more then ever. "They never used to do this what the hell" George says in confusion.

Normally George's parents are sleeping by this time so he tends to try to be quiet. Then again there such heavy sleepers so if he was to be loud it probably wouldn't wake them. Just like that one time he stubbed his toe on the door frame. He cried like a baby, parents never woke though. That didn't change anything for him though. He still try's to be as quiet as possible. 

As George walks over to his closet he stares at all his clothes, clean and dirty. "I really don't have anybody to impress do I" George says in a quiet tone. George grabs a pair of grey sweatpants and a red hoodie. "Eh comfortable is better then not comfy and impressing people right?" George says annoyed. George used to be the kid in highschool who'd go to school to impress people. In night college people really don't give two fucks about how they look, so why should he?

George slowly starts to slide his sweatpants on over his slightly sweaty legs from sleeping under to many blankets. "god I'm so touch deprived" George thinks. "What the fuck is this really to much to ask for?" George screams. "SHIT, fuck goddamnit I'm being to loud, SHUT UP GEORGE STOP" George continues to scream. He didn't really have a filter for his tone and words most of the time.

"Okay I better leave before I wake anyone" George whispers. George starts to head down the wooden stairs that seem to creak louder and louder each night he uses them, when he realizes he forgot to brush his hair and teeth. George's memory hasn't been the best for him lately, maybe it's due to the fact of going to college from 10-4 am.

George walks back upstairs as he enters the bathroom only he has access too. "I really need to clean this up" George says as he looks around at the mess that has slowly built up.

George grabs his brush and starts to brush out his hair. "Yeah this should be good" He says as he looks in the mirror to see his hair fluffier then normal. George zones out for a short period of time. The shine slowly starts to radiate in the air off the spots of water splashed onto the table George watches in a slight glance. George snaps out of it realizing 30 minutes have passed. "fuck" He quietly says in annoyance.

George grabs his toothbrush and squeezes his toothpaste on it. "I really need to buy some more toothpaste" He says as he struggles to get it out. He quickly brushes his teeth and rushes out the door as school starts in 20 minutes. "George why couldn't you just go to college when you should've gone" George thinks.

George walks out the door and hops in his black Honda Civic. "God it's so cold" George thinks. George grabs the door handle and slowly gets into his car. George aggressively grabs the steering handle with both hands and slams his head on it. "FUCK" He screams into his steering wheel as a tear slowly starts to flow down his cheek. His veins in his hands starting to pop out more and more.

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