When a boy would do anything for a girl in order to make her happy.
In which two best friends liberate themselves by running away to Hollywood. Though, liberation isn't the only thing in the air.
George wants to be alone with India...
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~~~~~~band on the run~~~~~~
"So what, did you come here to confess your love to me?" George had a cheeky grin as he opened his room door for the short blonde.
George joked to the telltale ears but deep down, he wasn't.
She entered in his San Diego sandy inspired room as a little laugh fell from her mouth. "One day Harrison."
Indiana wish that she was there to tell him that she loved him more then a friend as confessing love is much easier then to confess hate when your such a sunny person.
Though it was easier to spill about her hatred of her father it seemed ,though, it tussled and rumbled her heart around just a bit.
Tears began to prick upon her almond shaped eyes. She wish she could tuck them back in as she thought cries were just a sloppy mess and bad for the pours.
With the click of the door shutting, that's when Indiana released all her built up vengeance towards her father, all built in that same day.
She croaked out with her hands clenched in fists. "I hate my dad George.."
George responded with a blank stare behind her head. "Well...I'm aware-Indiana are you crying?" George asked with a raised eyebrow as he scurried off to Indiana's side.
And when George placed his thin hands on her waist, she turned around and melted in his warm embrace.
He didn't quite expect it but she had sobbed in his shoulders, the same shoulders in which he carried Delores happiness with.
"He's so mean a-and demanding! I-I don't t-think I can take it anymore." She cried. And George's eyes darted from the window to his desk in a frantic motion, thinking of what to say next to console her. But then she continued. "I just want to be a normal teen but he has me doing everything Georgie.."
"Go to the cops-"
"I can't! He doesn't hit me, and he knows that.....he's more cruel to not hit me because the cops will do nothing about my situation if there's no physical abuse-"
Suddenly George pried her away from his embrace, hands clenched tight on her arms and looked straight in her eyes.
"Yes but he puts you through labor, labor no teenage girl should go through."
And so that was true but would it be worth it? A whole case that would take months to figure out on what would happen with who and who would happen with what.
