heartbeat || andrew ridgeley and george michael

twelve

"so what are we going to do?" i ask, looking at the clock. it's 10:45. "i don't know what to do...but i think we should take a break, y/n." andrew says, looking at me and then looking at george, who is biting his nails. "i don't think that's a bad idea...but we're still gonna be friends, right?" i respond. "yes, of course, y/n." andrew says, hugging me. george gets up.

"where is he going?" andrew asks. "upstairs." i respond. "that's obvious, y/n. but what is he doing?" andrew responds. "i don't know..." i say. "...but i'm gonna spy on him." i respond, slowly getting up and crawling up the stairs like a baby.

"alright." andrew says, sitting back.

i peer into my bedroom and see george looking for something. he's holding a pen in his hand. i stand up and ask "what are you looking for?"

"ah! uh! paper!" george responds. "paper? you can find that in my desk." i say, pointing to the large desk near my bed. george gets up and grabs three sheets of lined paper. "thanks, y/n." george says, smiling. i smile back and start walking down the stairs.

"he's writing something...i don't know what it is but he's got a pen, paper and he's sitting at my desk." i respond. "he's probably writing a song..." andrew says.

"wait? george writes music??" i respond, confusedly. "yeah. i've asked him to form a band before and he says he can't because he'll never be able to sing like everyone who's popular. the kids got a voice but he doesn't agree." andy responds. "i want to hear him sing." i say, walking upstairs. "hey, george?" i say. "yeah?" he responds, looking up at me. "can you sing for me?" i ask.

silence.

"yeah...i guess..." george says, sounding scared. george starts singing a song, i don't know what it is, but it sounds familiar. "wow" i think to myself. he stops and he looks at me, smiling. "that's love machine, by the way." he says. "oh! i know that song-" i respond, smiling.

george walks over to me and kisses me. i kiss back. "george-" i say, pushing him away. "not now, andy's downstairs." i say. george nods and takes his hands off my waist.

andrew's point of view

i wonder what they're doing upstairs.