Bored~DreamNotFound

frustration

3rd person

George opens his eyes with a smile to his freshly cleaned room. He rolls over in his bed to see his glowing clock 6:30. He finally woke up early enough actually get ready for school. He lifts the covers off of himself and gets up to grab a already laid out pair of clothes, he goes the bathroom the change and wash his face.

George walks out of his room his room and pets his cat, grabs a pan and sets it on a burner. He cracks an egg onto the hot pan. For once he was making a home cooked breakfast instead of 3 bites of a granola bar. He sits at his table and enjoys his egg, he grabs his dishes and washes them so they won't sit in the sink getting crusted food on it. 

He grabs his bag, checking he has the correct worksheets and a fully  charged computer in it. George walks out the door checking the time 7:30, he gets into his car making sure he has keys, wallet, and his phone. 

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George arrives at school by 7:45, 15 minutes before class starts. He gets out of his car grabbing his guitar to practice after class. George walks into the school and  into his classroom.  George sits down opening his laptop starting the class assignments. Class starts 5 minutes after George sits down, Clay walks into the room. 

George looks up and feels butterflies in his stomach, short wave and a small smile meets Clay. Clay waves and smiles back then sits down. George looks back down to his work and remembers  the other day at the store. 

He doesn't like you like that. 

His smile fades away as the class continues. George finds his eyes wandering over to Clay, but he keeps on reminding himself about the day in the store. He still has the eyeliner he accidentally bought. 

Class goes by as usual and George finds himself back in the music room. George sits on the ground with his guitar case open and his lyrics he barely wrote spread out in front of himself. "Come one, you can write." he mumbled to himself. He grabbed a pencil and brought it up to the sheet of paper. "Ugh, it's hopeless!" George put head in his hands, he was frustrated. He hadn't written music since he had fresh emotions. She taught him how to pour his anger and sadness into music. 

George had written the little part he barely knows now after his breakup. I miss her. George had missed Maia so much, wondering what he had done wrong or she had done wrong. Putting the blame on himself when it was just the both of them together.

The doors to the music room opened softly. "George? You ok?" It was Clay, George looked up. "Hm?" Clay was walking over to him. "Yeah, I'm fine." he responds. Clay sits down next to George, he looks away awkwardly. "Look, George, I know I haven't known you that long and all," Clay starts, George's heart starts racing. It's happening. "but I was wondering. Well, since your, pretty good at singing and all, a-and you can also play the guitar." Wait he's not- "I was wondering if y-you wanted to j-join my band." Clay chuckles nervously. 

"Um" Is all George manages to say.

Yeah so I kinda wrote half of this and then forgot about this. But it's ok because I'm writing the rest of this chapter now.