Oneshots (Specifically Georgebur)

storms

George's POV:

I stared out the window, my earbuds blasting my favorite song. "505", by the Arctic Monkeys. It had been my new favorite for quite sometime; often played on repeat.

Coming back into reality from my short space out, in my ears ringing was a familiar tune. Oops. I realized the faint hum i recognized was my ringtone. I looked down to see my phone vibrating right beside me.

I didn't have the motivation to speak to anyone. Or so I thought. As I picked it up, I read the contact name and immediately answered. It was my boyfriend, Wilbur.

"George!", He shouted.

"Yes, Wil." I sighed under my breath, clearly tired.

"Okay well, it's storming pretty bad right now, so I thought maybe I could drive over to your place and hang out with you. We could watch movies and just chill. See but now i'm not so sure, you seem so tired so I completely understand if you just want to rest."

My eyes lit up. Recently I had been feeling lonely. Yes, I had friends. Yes, I had a boyfriend. And Yes, I am not alone, even though all I do is isolate myself from other beings so that I am completely alone. But, I just don't want to feel alone. Wilbur helps me feel loved.

"Well I am tired," I muttered, clearly not trying to hide the fact that I am sleep deprived, as always, "but, I would love that."

I could hear Wilbur chuckle lightly through the phone. "Okay Gog, I'll be there in about half an hour. See you soon", he said briefly before he ended the call. You could hear his smile.

Thunder roared, as my "505" started to play again since my Spotify was still opened. A few moments later lightning flashed. Sometimes I love storms. But they give me time to think too much, so sometimes I hate them.

I stared off outside of my window again, waiting for Wilbur. I had so much free time today that I had already gotten ready. I had my brown hair fixed and my pearly white teeth brushed. I was wearing just a casual outfit for around the house, a blue t-shirt and some black sweatpants. There was really nothing else for me to do. I mean it's not like I had the motivation to do it anyway if there was.

I let myself relax, my thoughts fading away as I listened to my playlist shuffle from one song to another, wasting my time away, bit by bit.

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I zoned back into reality after a while and heard a faint knock at my door, I sat up from my seat next to the window and went to open it. I looked up to see the man that I have missed so much, the man I have been waiting for. It's been a couple of days since I saw him last but for some reason, my days seem to go on forever. It feels like I haven't seen him for an eternity.

Wilbur walks in and shuts the door behind him. "Hi george," He says with a smile on his face. Maybe he's missed me too.

I pull Wilbur into a tight hug, grabbing his arms numerous times trying to make sure that he's actually there and that I'm not all alone. "I've missed you, Wil." I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek. Begging for him to hear me.

"I've missed you too, George.", Wilbur whispered back into my ear, hugging me back, and soon pulling me into a short, yet passionate kiss.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, clearly trying to figure out what was wrong. He picked me up and carried me to the couch, where he sat down and laid me down. He put my head on his lap letting his fingers run through my hair, and let the rest of my body lie horizontal across the couch.

He looked down at me, deep into my eyes. "Something is wrong, I can tell. So I just want to say, that if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here.", Wilbur assured George, holding back tears.

I know. I've heard this speech multiple times, but this time, it actually means something to me, I thought. I couldn't help but let another tear slip out of my eye, so painful that I didn't even have to blink. I don't know how I feel lately. I've lost all motivation, I'm surprised I can still keep up with making content, and I've just felt so alone. So so alone.

"Thank you, Wilbur." I said, my voice shaky as I searched for Wilbur's hand. I finally found it and locked my fingers in between his. I slightly smiled up at Wilbur.

"I love you so so much, George", Wilbur said. It made me indescribably happy that I finally have someone love me the way that I have always love them.

"I love you too Wilbur. Thank you. Words can't explain how much I needed you today, but someday I will be able to describe how I feel right now. How bad I feel. And then... maybe you can fix me." I muttered.

"I promise you, love, I will do anything to make you happy again. Anything to see your beautiful smile light up the room. Anything to be with you. Because I love you." He pulled me close as he kept reassuring me, "Everything will be okay. You will be okay, I promise. We will go through this together, you are not alone. We just have to put up with the storm."

No doubt about it, I had never felt so cared for and wanted in my life than right now, right here, with Wilbur holding me close, and telling me what I've always needed to hear. One line he said continues to ring through my ears, "We just have to put up with the storm."

I've made up my mind. I hate storms.

Unless i'm with him. Wilbur.

WORD COUNT - 1009

dude i just came back and reread my stuff and i just realized how annoying i am in my notes at the end wtf. but anyways thank you for reading!

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