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7

7 - let me come home

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george was packing his bags, about to leave the tiny apartment he stayed in for three years after his mother passed. it has been a decade since he flew out of the country, and since then he has made some friends. george was sure to miss them. although, he wasn't sure if he will stay in america, however he did want to visit his childhood home.

and maybe, george just wanted to see if clay was there.

the brit flinched when he heard his apartment door open, noting that because of how many times the paint on the wall behind the doorknob was chipping away - his landlord will yell at him. george also knew by how the doorknob hit the wall, that it was a certain curly haired british boy who has opened the door.

"george!" wilbur loudly opened the door with the spare key george has given him, a wide grin on his face. george was now rethinking his life choices - why did he hand his friends spare keys to his apartment?

maybe not, maybe he won't miss them that much. he'll bask in the temporary silence his childhood home will provide.

"wil, what are you doing here?" george asked, turning around to face the curly haired boy. wilbur stood there with a smile, wearing a grandpa vest and towering over george.

"it's not just me mr. found." the taller male smirked, and that was when sapnap and techno entered the apartment, "surprise shawty! we're coming with you!" the youngest yelled.

"wait what-" george was cut off by sapnap draping over him, his figure weighing george down to his suitcase. techno, seeing the two leaning on the suitcase, used the opportunity to zip it close. george mumbling a small thank you. techno, signing a you're welcome.

"hush, so, we're going to pay for our own flight tickets all you have to provide is food and a home." sapnap beamed. "so much food."

"techno, you hog the four braincells we all collectively have - why'd you allow this?" george asked, turning to the pink haired boy who was just putting on his black, thick, rectangular glasses. "and sapnap, you're so heavy please get off of me." he groaned, rolling his eyes when the aforementioned boy didn't make an effort to move away, giggling at the oldest's frustration.

"i did." techno responded, "but, i was bored. and perhaps tagging along with you will be fun. god made me live another day to cause disturbances." he smiled dementedly, and george let out a sigh - of course the brains of the group was blinded by the opportunity to annoy him.

"yeah, totally. god made you live so you can disturb me, gotcha." george groaned, "fine. i'm leaving tomorrow morning." he said, hoping the trio would stop and hesitate with how early he's planning to leave.

"tomorrow? already?" wilbur asked, "you know what, i'll just text dad that there'll be a change of plans and we're leaving early."

"seriously? you're still going?" george said with an exasperated expression on his face. techno and wilbur nodded, synchronized.

"there's no talking us out of this, gogs." sapnap said, falling on the floor with a soft oof when george pushed him off his shoulder. "ow, why'd you push me?"

"because you wouldn't get off." he rebutted, before continuing, "okay, fine." george sighed, turning to his friends with a smile. "book your flights, we're leaving early."

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when the four boys hopped off of the airplane, wilbur and sapnap decided that it was a great idea to wreak havoc. techno and george just may be baby-sitters at this point. the two boys dragged george and techno around, taking pictures left and right, catching the eyes of some people - keep in mind they were still at the airport.

"we're in america! george we're in america!" sapnap cheered with wilbur cheering along with him, yelling out a pog!

"yes, sap. we can see that we are indeed in america." george said, he turned to techno. "say, techno. what if we just leave them here and go to the house?"

"sure." techno replied, grabbing their luggages. the two perked up and turned to them, sprinting towards the short british boy and the tall, pink haired american who was donning a faux fur coat.

"george no please we don't know the address," wilbur rushed after the other brit, weighing him down by holding george by his shoulders and jumping. sapnap following and yelling a me next! me next! and george cutting him off with a glare.

"okay. then let's go." george smiled, hopping onto one of the taxis lined up in front of the airport.

placing their luggages inside the taxi's trunk, the four entered the car; with george on the front seat and the trio at the back. george showed the taxi driver his address, and there they went.

it was quiet, which was rare for a two hour car ride with techno, sapnap and wilbur. george turned his head over his shoulder to see that the three have fallen asleep, wilbur and sapnap leaning on techno's shoulders. george smiled, and sat properly, turning his phone on and scrolling through reddit.

"vacation?" the taxi driver asked, starting a small conversation whilst not taking his eyes off of the road.

"kind of, we're just visiting my childhood home." george responded, turning off his phone and placing it in his pocket.

"oh, how long have you stayed overseas?" he asked.

"ten years now. had to move because of my grandpa." george said, looking out the window and seeing all the familiar places he and clay used to hang out in. "i also went here for closure, i guess. more specifically to give someone closure and hopefully a little more."

"ah, young love i suppose." the driver smiled, "i hope things go well for you, young man."

the taxi stopped in front of george's childhood home, and the house looked the same - of course, there were marks of time. but it was the same place he grew up in.

"wake up, boys. we're here."

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02/17/21 - first draft
03/09/21 - edited