Metanoia // George Ezra Fanfic

Know-How

The next morning, I wake up, curled in my sleeping bag, with one arm draped over George's chest. On the ground next to me, George is awake, and lays staring up the the ceiling of the tent. I can hear a soft patterning of rain overhead. I'm suddenly glad that we put the rain cover on the tent last night. 

"How long have you been awake?" I mumble sleepily.

He looks a little surprised, but turns to look at me, a small double chin forming as he does, "Not long. You're really still when you sleep. I thought you were dead a couple times."

I chuckle, scooting away from George a bit so I can sit up, "Nah, I just sleep like the dead."

We're silent for a couple minutes, as I take some time to wake myself up. It's freezing in the tent. I reach over to my backpack and pull out my phone to check how cold it is out. When I turn my phone on, I can see a couple texts from Ruby, as well as a missed call. 

Shoot, I forgot to text her yesterday.

"Offline is the new luxury, Everly." George mumbles, tugging on the bottom of my shirt a bit, "Lay back down and listen to the rain with me."

I offer him a small smile, "Okay, just let me text my sister so she knows I'm alive."

Laying back down next to George, I cuddle up to him. He's much warmer than I am, and I can hear his steady heartbeat with my head pressed to his side.

He sighs, "I brought marshmallows for us to toast for breakfast, but I guess it's too wet out to start a fire."

"That's okay." I say, "I brought some granola bars for us."

George shakes his head, "Camping requires s'mores. Without s'mores, it's just sleeping outside, you know?"

I smirk, "Sleeping outside is fun too, though."

"Yeah, I guess." George purses his lips, "But, I did have this whole plan that I would wake you up so we could watch the sunrise, and then we could build a fire and toast marshmallows and I would make us tea. It was going to be very romantic. So, mother nature kinda ruined my well-planned morning."

I feel little butterflies in my stomach, "Well, the thought was nice."

"I'm mildly disappointed." George says, "I have the perfect method of toasting marshmallows, and I was going to show you."

I shrug a bit, "That's all right. I like burnt marshmallows, anyway."

George glances over at me, as if checking to see if I'm serious. He scrunches up his nose, "Everly, no! That's not humane."

"Marshmallows aren't alive, George." 

"Well, I feel for the marshmallows." George says, puffing out his chest, "Justice for the marshmallows!"

I laugh, "It is way too early to talk about justice for marshmallows." 

He turns to face me better, "All I'm saying, is that to have the perfect marshmallow, it takes a certain know-how. I was going to pass that very valuable know-how to you. Know-how that you very obviously need, since you burn your marshmallows at the stake like a freaking sadist."

Snorting, I respond, "You have some very passionate opinions about marshmallows."

"Yes, I do." George nods, "What do you think about taking a walk over to the river nearby? It's supposed to be absolutely gorgeous."

I groan, sitting up again, "Oh, sure. Might as well go ahead and get up, even though I'm already excited to go back to sleep tonight."

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