Just one summer

Uhhhhh

Editors note: TW swearing, slut shaming

"Uhhhh" George plopped onto his bed an empty suitcase open on his bed, clothes strung across his room.

"Mommmm do I really have to gooooo" George yelled across the apartment

"Yes you do, I don't want you fucking around with hussy girls all summer like your brother"
She replied pointedly

"Mommmm! you know I'm not like him" George said the quickly backtracked as to not out himself "I-I'm responsible mum you know that"

"I don't care Georgie, I'm not taking any chances. I'm not having my other son knock up some easy girl"

George rolled his eyes and went back to packing. His mom would never trust him after his old brother had 2 kids by 18 and was struggling to stay afloat. GeOrGe HaD pOtEnTiAl and his mom wasnt about to let him ruin it. Though George knew that would never happen to him, he didn't even like girls.

" George" his mom said scaring him out of thought.

"Pack" she said with slight annoyance.

George stood up and started grabbing clothes throwing them into his suitcase. He had no idea what to bring. After a few minutes his bag was almost full. He knelt down and pulled a box from under his bed. He opened it and looked at the white fabric on top, contemplating. He pulled a white skirt and light blue crop top from the box and, placed them under the other clothes in his bag. He was sure he would have no chance to wear them but he brought them anyway. He carefully placed the lid of the box over the rest of his skirts and crop tops. Pushing the box under his bed again. He zipped his suitcase and picked it up placing it by his door, he had an early flight so he plugged in his phone and jumped into his bed, and fell asleep fast to the sounds of the city.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
George awoke to the sound of his alarm. Its to early for this he thought. He creeped to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. The warm water washed over him. He thought about what was to come, hot, long, boring days out in the country. He jumped out of the shower and dried off. Pulling on a white t-shirt and jeans. He sleepily picked up his suit case, walked out of the apartment down the hall into the elevator and out into the street to hail a cab. It was early but there was already a fair amount of people on the street. 'The city never sleeps' He thought ironically as he hailed a passing cab. George flung his suit case into the trunk and opened the door

"JFK airport please" he said to the driver.

The driver Nodded, as he climbed into the back seat. He settled into the back seat, scrolling through Twitter, Instagram and Snapchat. The cab stopped in front of the airport and George grabbed his luggage and strolled into the airport ticket in hand. He navigated through security and waited for his flight to start boarding.

"Flight 208 now boarding" called the robotic voice over the intercoms.

George stood and walked towards the turmoil. He stood in line then past the flight attendant handling them his ticket. He walked down the jet bridge stepping into the plane. He walked down the aisle until he found seat 28D he settled down into the aisle set. The plane lifted off and George fell asleep for the 2 hour flight to Georgia.

He awoke as the plane started its descend to savanna international air port. He stood up and walked down the aisle and out of the plane. His phone buzzed. A text flashed on his phone.

Mr. Willson: I'm here out front in a red pick up

"Ok I will be out after I get my bag" he texted back.

He casually walked to the bagging clam and waited for his bag. He saw his bag, grabbed it from the moving belt. And rolled it out the doors. He looked both ways and spotted a beat up red pick up, in the sea of small cars and suv most with Uber and lift stickers. The small boy lifted his bag, into the back of the pick up and climbed in the passenger seat.