Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

Glass

Deena's POV

"Do you think he'll want to eat with us?" I was stressing out. After I put the noodles in the boiling water. That question was racing through my mind. I was leaning against the counter, facing the table where Nick was setting the table. He stopped and looked at me, then glanced to Clay who was a few feet away from me. They're silence gave me a good enough answer and I pursed my lips and nodded slowly. "Yeah that was a dumb question.."

"No!" Clay quickly protested them cleared his throat. "Um- I think he might. You know.. he misses us so-"

"I feel like he's also pissed. I mean none of us have even checked up on him" they gave me the same look as before and I sighed. "I'll just bring it to him"

"You still should invite him up" I looked to Nick and smiled softly with a small nod.

"I will" we stopped talking after that and I turned back to the counter to cut up greens for the sauce. Nick finished setting the table and sat at the bar, Clay joining him after finished the lemonade. I could feel their eyes burning into my back every once and awhile and I didn't want to know what they were thinking. I turned around again, about to ask them something, and they quickly moved their stares to somewhere else.

"I could literally feel your stares" I laughed and that made them less nervous about the fact I caught them red handed. "I uh... I was thinking about asking h-"

"Asking him out?" Nick quickly shot up from his seat, startling both me and Clay. My widened eyes softened once I realized what he had said and I shook my head, looking down.

"No, Nick. Eve if I wanted to I doubt he would after all of this." I received a sad smile from the both of them. "I was going to say, I'm thinking about asking him to come up here and then watching a movie with us. Like we used to, ya know?"

"That's a great idea" Clay smiled at me and Nick immediately nodded in agreement. I smiled and turned back to the food, which was nearly done. I just had to strain the noodles and put them together. Right when I finished, they both came quickly, wanting to eat, but I put my hand up quickly.

"Ah ah ah" I have them a glare and the pouted. "George first" I smiled and made his plate before slowly walking down the stairs, plate and cup in both of my hands. I found myself standing in front of his door, scared. I don't know how long I stood there before I finally got the urge to knock after balancing the plate on my arm and holding the cup.

But of course I dropped the cup, making it shatter on the floor. I covered my mouth in shock and stared at it for a moment before hearing footsteps making their way to the door. The door opened quickly and I looked up wide eyed, my hand still covering my mouth. He was confused before looking down and his eyes went wide.

"Shit" I quickly said and put the plate down, getting ready to clean it up. George was frozen for a minute before he realized what I was doing.

"Dont touch it!" He put his hands out and waved them frantically in front of me. I stood back up and rubbed my face with embarrassment. "I'll get a broom or something, just don't move you're not wearing shoes or anything."

I stood there as he walked through my room and out into the hallways before opening the small closet across the hall, grabbing a broom and dust pan. I watched him, still not saying anything. He had shoes on now and he carefully walked up to me. He reached out to pick me up but froze, and put his arms back down. I looked up to him and he opened his mouth today something but instead, I quickly latched onto him, wrapping my legs around him too. It clearly took him by surprise and he carefully wrapped his arms around me and walked into his room, putting me back down.

"Thank you" I gave him a soft smile, but he avoided eye contact with me and just nodded before picking the broom up and cleaning. He handed me the pate that was sitting on the small table out there and I just held it until he finished. We didn't say anything. I just waited patiently. It took about 5 minutes hit then he was done, walking back into his room where I was. He still didn't look at me and tried walking to his bed but I spoke before he could pass me. "I made you food, and that was pink lemonade but I can get you more" I held out the plate and he took it gently, placing it on his dresser. He then finally looked up to me and the look in his eyes made my body feel like it collapsed onto the floor. He looked like he had lost everything. He looked lost. Hurt. Broken.

"Thank you-" I took a few steps forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him as tight as possible. I felt my eyes begin to water and he finally wrapped his arms around me after a few moments. He hurried his face into my neck and I began to feel a wet substance make it's way there too. I didn't say anything. I knew he was crying, and I know he knew I was too. We stood there for about 30 seconds in silence before I spoke up.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm sorry-"

But he decided to speak at the same exact time. I let out a small laughed and took a deep breath in, pulling away. He held onto my waist for a few more seconds before letting them fall to his sides. I cupped his face and wiped his tears as he just looked at me. I kept trying to hold back more tears but I really couldn't help it. I dropped my hands and they rested on his shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, George" I hitched a breath in and he furrowed his eyebrows at me before wiping my tears, as I did with his, but with me they just kept coming so there was no point.

"Why are you sorry?" His voice was raspy and weak. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I felt myself gently being led to the bed and we sat down next to each other. I looked down at the ground in front of me and I could feel his stare as he waited for an answer.

"I should have talked to you. Or at least checked on you and I knew you weren't okay but I just-" I let out another shaky breath and rubbed my eyes. "I just couldn't? And it sounds so bad but this past few weeks have been horrible and I just wanted to stay locked up in Clay's room so... so I did. And I didn't come out unless we were watching a movie or eating but even then I should have come down-"

"Stop" was all he said before hugging me again, holding onto my head as it rested against his chest. "I'm the one who messed up. You have every right to want to be on your own for a few days, and you had every right to not come and talk to me. I am the one who needs to be apologizing right now, not you" I pulled away and he let go, both of us just looking at each other until I just flopped down on my back, looking up at the ceiling.

"I missed your bed, Clay's is too hard" he finally smiled. He genuinely smiled. I looked at him again and he slowly laid back as well. We stayed there in silence and just stared up at nothing. "I missed you." He turned his head to me with a soft expression.

"I miss you too" that was enough for me to scoot over a little bit so we were touching, and I guess that was enough for him to put his arm around me so that I was resting on it.

"Your food is getting cold. I made that just for you and you're letting it get cold" I sighed in disappointment and he shot up, making me hold in a laugh.

"I thought it was just leftovers!" I could help but laugh at his sudden panic and I shook my head. "I thought this could have been from you making another night recently Jesus" he took a bite and his eyes rolled backwards before giving me a 'are you kidding' look.

"What?" I laughed and he smiled.

"This is really good, Deena" I smiled back at him and stood up. "Wait where are you going??"

"Do you want pink lemonade? I made that for you too" I crossed my arms and he looked like a little kid looking at a puppy as he nodded his head. I smiled and walked up the stairs. I finally made it to the top and was met by two pairs of eyes, begging for a story.

"And?" Nick quickly tempted.

"Someone's got a big smile on their face" I shook my head at the both of them and flipped them off.

"I'm getting him more lemonade" I smiled and grabbed a cup, quickly rushing to go back downstairs. Thank god he isn't mad at me. And thank god he's smiling and laughing. And thank god I was able to lay on that bed again. No more back pain!