The 4th of November

Chapter 1

The day began like any other. George's alarm rang a loud and obnoxiously. He took a breath in and squinted his eyes. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, so the sky was a nice shade of orange. He slowly sat up and then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He hit the button, making the ringing cut off. George pick up his phone groggily and looked at the time. 7am. He raised his arms in a long stretch. He would have to be out of the house in thirty minutes for his job. He groaned. He didn't like his job. George worked at a restaurant waiting tables. He applied for the job about 3 months ago because he had just lost his old job. He was going to go broke and needed more money. Although it paid well, he hated how the people treated him. Mainly the employees. They thought that they were higher above him just because they worked at the restaurant longer. He stood up and walked to his door. He walked out into the hallway and into the bathroom. He flicked on the light switch and then peered at himself in the mirror. He ruffled his hair so it wouldn't look as though he had just rolled out of bed. He bit his lip and tilted his head sideways, trying to look sexy. George couldn't really tell. He sighed and let his head fall and he turned on the faucet, and put his hands under the hot water. He splashed some on his face along with soap. He scrubbed until he felt refreshed, then put a towel to his face. He considered just staying home. He really didn't want to go and face his "friends". His real friends were miles away. However, something was telling him to go to work this morning. George didn't know why he had this feeling, but he knew deep inside, that something was going to happen. It felt like a tingling sensation running through his chest. He felt like today was going to be a good day.

Time skip - 8am

George picked up his keys off of the the table besides the front door. He stepped out the door and flicked off the light switch. He was planning to stop for coffee since he felt like he would need a little pick up for today. He left a little earlier then normal so he would get to work on time. Once he got to his car, he turned the keys and the engine revved. He pulled out of the parking space, making sure he didn't hit the cars as he did so. He pulled his phone out of his bag and scrolled through his music selection. He clicked on a random album, and "Heatwaves" began to play. He wanted to roll down the windows, let his hair blow in the wind, just go wherever the road took him. George wanted to go on a road trip. However, there are some things in life, that we can't do. Such as leave a horrible job and drive wherever he please, to sit on the beach and watch the sun set. Some people could, but not George. No, he was the planner type. He had a certain routine that he followed to keep himself from getting stressed. And then George suddenly realized that he was already at the coffee shop. He had gotten lost in his thoughts again. He strained his neck, looking for a parking space. He pulled into one, put the car in park, and then turned and pulled the keys out of the slot. George opened the door at stepped out into the street. He looked around. He saw the coffee shop just a little bit ahead, but also lots of people too. Most of them were either going to work or to school. He shut the door of his car and stepped onto the sidewalk walking towards the shop. He reached the door and shifted his bag to his shoulder. His keys jingled in his bag as he opened the door. Once he stepped into the shop, the smell of coffee beans and milk wafted up his nose. He took a deep breath in and sighed. A pleasant sigh. There was a line up ahead, and George already knew what he wanted, so he got in the line and the wait began. It wasn't that long of a wait, only like 7 minutes, but to George, it felt like forever. He hated waiting. But, eventually, his turn came to order. He walked up and put his hands on the counter. "One cappuccino please." "Okay, and will there be anything else for you today?" the barista asked him. "No thanks," said George. He began searching through his bag looking for his wallet. He grabbed it and pulled it out. Along with his cell phone, a book, earbuds, chapstick, a lot of paper, and a protein bar. Oh yeah, and a condom. "Oh my god, I-I am so sorry," he gasped. He could feel his face turn pink. He quickly stooped and the first thing he reached for was the...um...you know. He snatched at it and managed to stuff it back in his bag in record speed. He was so embarrassed. He should have just gone straight to work. Now he had just shown everyone in the store a condom-HIS condom. Now he just had to pick up his coffee order and then- "Let me help you with that." George was startled by the sound. He looked up, and then he saw him. He had blonde hair that just passed his ears. It was all messy and wavy. He had tan skin covered in freckles. His lips were pale, but moist. His eyes, oh his beautiful eyes...they were a deep green, like a forest. George wanted to get lost in them. "Um, sorry," George suddenly realized that he had been staring at him with his mouth open. But as he took a closer look, the other boy had been staring into George's eyes as George had been in his. George quickly looked away and felt his face, now absolutely certain that it was a deep crimson. He scrambled to pick up the mess, and the other boy helped him. As George stood up he glanced at the boy again. He didn't know how this person, who he had never met, could make George feel this way. The other boy smiled cheekily at George, and he couldn't help but grinning sheepishly back. "C -could I get your number?" The other boy asked quickly. George's mouth opened. "Er, yeah why not, I - I mean yes. Sure! Oh, I'm George by the way." He was stuttering so hard he didn't know if the boy had heard him correctly. He had completely forgotten about the coffee he ordered. The boy took out a pen and paper and scribbled out a number. He extended his hand with the paper folded inside. "Nice to meet you George. I'm Clay."