Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

Eyes on me

George's POV

"Okay Clay I don't need a lecture on how to treat her-" I was interrupted, finally, by my phone ringing. It was.. Deena? "Uh she's calling me"

"Answer!" Clay got all exited and jumped on the bed again and I rolled my eyes.

"Hello?" I tried to hide my smile but it keeps up anyway, making Clay smirk.

"Hey" I heard a guys voice, making my heart drop. "George? Like George not found?"

"Uh yeah" I looked at Clay and gave him a look. "Who is this?" Clays face dropped and he sat up, seeming intrigued.

"It's Grayson- uh- purpled" I furrowed my eyebrows and stood up. "It's Deena"

"W-what do you mean?" I began to pace and Clay was becoming nervous and curious about what and who I was talking to. "Is she okay??"

"Kind of? I came to a club and she was here, and well" he paused "she's kind of blacked out. She fainted inside but I helped her outside. We're on a bench n-"

"Where?!" I loudly questioned while I grabbed the keys and Clay sprung up, ready to follow me.

"Montero, off of Mercury drive- deena please don't throw u- she just puked everywhere" I huffed and began hurrying down the stairs with Clay right on my tail.

"I'm on my way." I quickly hung up. "She's blacked out with Grayson at Montero let's go"

"Shit" he whispered as I sped down the road. We pulled in rather quickly considering it wasn't that far and immediately spotted them, sprinting over.

"Hey shes half awake now" he looked terrified as she laid down on the bench. I kneeled down to her, avoiding the puke next to the bench and cupped her face.

"Hey D, are you okay?" My hands were shaky from my nerves but her eyes slowly opened.

"George! Hi! What are you doing here?" She slurred out and tried to sit up, which meant I had to sit her up myself. "Clay!? Hi!"

"Deena what the hell why would you drink this much?" I questioned as I grabbed a water bottle next to her.

"Don't be a dick, George, damn" she groaned and began to fall over again.

"Woah! okay" I said as I sat her up again. "Drink some of this" I smiled and she shook her head.

"No"

"Do it"

"No"

"It's tequila"

"Ohhhh okay" she smiled and chugged it down. I shook my head and looked back at Grayson and Clay. They were both smirking at me. What am I? Steve after kissing Sharon in civil war? Is hooked my head and rolled my eyes at them before turning back to them. "Thank you"

"Yeah you're welcome" I chuckled and began to stand up, trying to help her up too. "Let's go home"

"Noooo" she groaned as I wrapped her arm around my shoulder and my arm around her waist.

"Your bed sounds comfy doesn't it? To sleep?" Clay smiled and walked to the other side of her to help, Grayson going to the car to get the door.

"No" she groaned and we both laughed at her. "George's does though"

"What?!" Clay questioned loudly before laughing. I felt my face get warm but shook it off.

"He sounds comfy" she giggled and I shook my head, refusing to look at the two guys who I know are smiling at me. "That sounded nasty oh god"

"Okay you can sleep in his bed then he'll take the couch or something" Clay laughed.

"No he has to stay with me!"

"Okay Deena here we go, inside the car" I spoke as I helped her sit down, stopping the conversation to continue. "Thank you" I sighed as I turned to Grayson. He nodded and smiled.

"Of course, man" he smiled "I'm leaving in two days so this will be it. It was really nice to finally meet you, though"

"You too" I smiled and gave him a quick hug. "Have a safe trip" I got into the back of the car with Deena after handing Clay the keys. Clay talked to Grayson for about five minutes before getting into the drivers seat.

"You're taking care of her tonight?" He asked and looked at me through the rear view mirror to see her sprawled out laying on my lap. I nodded and looked down to her, a smile once again finding its way onto my face. "Just get me if you need help"

"Alright, I will" we were quiet on the way back. I brushed my fingers through her hair and never took my eyes on her.

"You haven't stopped smiling, or being blood red" Clay chuckled from the front seat, only making my face turn even darker.

"Shut up" I mumbled in annoyance, continuing to play with her hair. "Oh shit has Nick texted you at all?"

"No he's probably still asleep" we pulled into the driveway and helped her walk in, to see a worried Nick inside by our rooms. "Or not"

"Where the fuck were you guys? I called you like 12 times-" he stopped at the sight of a stumbling Denise. "What the fuck?"

"She blacked out at the club." I said as I got her to sit down on my bed. "Turns out both of our phones were on silent, sorry"

"Yeah sorry we were trying to get her in the car. I'll go get like five bottles of water" he chuckled and I nodded.

"Is she okay?" He asked nervously and I nodded.

"Yeah she's just drunk off of her ass" I sighed and grabbed a makeup wipe, cleaning off her smudged makeup. "Can you grab a pair of sweats and a hoodie for me? Well for her"

"Yeah" he quickly grabbed some clothes and handed them to me. "Uh can she change on her own?" I froze and my face went red again.

"Of course I can" she slurred quietly like she has been the past minutes. They were mostly disagreements with what we were saying. She tried standing up but fell back down onto the bed. "Never mind. Nick get out"

"Wha- okay" he quickly spun around and shut the door. I turned back to her and she put her arms up, closing her eyes.

"What?" I asked and my face stayed blood red.

"Help me" she whined and my eyes went wide.

"You want me-"

"George just take the fucking dress off!" She slurred loudly and I quickly began to take it off, refusing to look at her. Not seeing what I was doing Made me softly punch her in the face. She groaned. "You don't have to act like it's illegal to look, George" she chuckled and I continued to look to the right.

"Here let's put the sweat pants on first-"

"George" she chuckled and grabbed my face gently, turning it to face her. I quickly moved my eyes alone away. "George look at me you idiot" I hesitated before looking at her, only at her face. My face went even darker, if that's even possible, which made her laugh.

"Now help me without accidentally poking my eye out" I nodded, and quickly put the clothes on her. "Thank you" she was still slurring but was able to try and help and make it easier.

"Okay I need to puke" she quickly put her hand over her mouth and I rushed her to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet.

"You're lucky I'm nice or I'd leave you here" I laughed and she groaned while shaking her head.

"You're too sweet to do that even if I was a stranger" she chuckled softly before puking again.

"Yeah you're right" I smiled and tied her hair up, rubbing her back just like the other night. Fucking hell I did catch feelings.