im a loser for you.

quiet kid.

pretty boy - the neighbourhood

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{{George pov}}

'dear diary, today was a weird day, this boy came up to me and.....'

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--BUZZ, BUZZ--

I raised my hand to turn off my alarm but knocked it off, I groaned and sat up in bed. I ran a hand across my face up to my hair, I had to wake up- UGH

I stood up, but I stood up too quickly. everything went black for a sec and I sat down on my bed again, second try I took it a lil slower and stood up. this time without problem, I picked up my alarmclock and placed it on my tiny nightstand again.

I stretched and walked over to the bathroom. I lived in a pretty small house, I lived alone since I ran away when I was 16. I got enough money and everything worked out- kind of, at least I went to school and had a place to live.

I turned on the shower and stripped, I hopped in the shower and let the water run over my whole body. I washed my hair with this fruit scented shampoo, and I washed my body with a weird-ish soap.

I turned off the shower and went out, I got a fluffy towel and wrapped it around me. I dried my hair with a blow-dryer and styled it. I dried my body and got dressed in a pair of black momjeans and a lightblue hoodie.

I grabbed my bag and put my diary inside of it, I took my phone off the charger and walked downstairs. I went to my kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and my lunch.

-boop-

I got a text, I looked at my phone and saw who it was from,

wilby]- im infront of your house, come out dick :]

me]- omw

I closed the messenger app and put my phone in my backpocket, I took my bag and put it around my shoulder. it wasn't cold so did not wear a jacket, I opened my front door and saw Wilbur leaning against his car waiting for me. I locked my door and walked over to him'

"ayup" he looked up from his phone, "hi wilby" I giggled. we got in his car and he drove off to school. "so, hows the job hunt going?" he turned down the radio, "ugh so bad- like nobody wants me" I fake cried. wilbur burst out in laughter and I joined him,

"maybe, do something with your voice- like I heard you sing that one time and I swear to god it was good!" he calmed down, "meh, I don't like my voice- you know that wilbur"

he nodded and turned the music back up. it was one of my favourite songs, I started humming along.

we got to school and got out the car, I looked around and saw a lot of kids. "ugh" I mumbled. "why do you hate school so much? like you get good grades and you are pretty popular" wilbur walked next to me, "its just, Im only friends with you- and im not popular you are dickhead" I nudged his shoulder

"mm, fine- but ill see you around k? I see my girl" he smiled and walked off to his girlfriend, wil was my best friend. he has been since we went to kindergarden, he has helped me a lot with running away and finding a place to live. I am really grateful for everything but when we are in school he kind of forgets me because he is like the popular guy

I walked to my locker humming the song that got stuck in my head, the hallway where my locker was was a hallway on the 'not used' part of the school. I would also go here when I did not feel like going to class. most of the times I was alone, but not today

there was this boy that I've never seen before. I did not really see his face because he had his hood up but I did not mind, he was quite tall and I think he had blonde hair.