this is a dnf.
new school new people.
or for me, more bullying.
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george just moved from britain to the us, he didn't think much would change of course, being a catboy ment he got bullied tons.
i mean, every cat girl is all over him because they thi...
when george lived in britain he loved nothing less then dressing in skirts, dresses, makeup, etc.
before he came to america however, his dad told him before leaving, "if you wear that shit in the states you won't last a day, now man up and act like one"
that was the last he ever heard from him.
and frankly, he was fine with it too, he hated his dad, and his words wouldn't change a thing.
or so he thought. george hasn't been as confident with his outfits outside of the house here in america, but this weekend he felt overly confident enough to wear a nicer outfit.
he carefully buttoned up his white collard shirt and folded the collar over his pale white adidas sweatshirt, making sure to tuck the sweatshirt into his pale pink pleated skirt. he did a small twirled and agreed that he looked nice
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he opened up snapchat and took some photos in his mirror, saving them to memories so he could remember this outfit looked nice.
he finished off the look with some eyeliner and a dash of light pink blush.
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deciding to get something to eat, he walked into the cafe and got a table, shocked when a familiar face looked his way.
"hello george! fancy seeing you here" the taller boy wagged his golden tail and walked over.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, george thought.
"do you mind if i sit here?"
"uhm no not at all!"
"so, i like your outfit, why don't you dress like this more often?"
"oh my dad said i shouldn't because i would get made fun of"
the younger boys ears lowered slightly, "well if it makes you feel any better, i hope you know i a willing to beat anyone up who even looks at you wrong, you deserve to wear what you want" he finished his statement with a warm smile.
"thank you clay" he smiled back
mental note: wear skirts more often
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clay and george finished their meals and said there goodbyes, hoping to hand out the next day.
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george went to bed happy knowing at least SOMEONE appreciated his fashion sense.
357 words LOOK ALRIGHT IT WAS LATE I PROMISE I WILL WRITE MORE SOONNNN. anywho, sorry for kinda dipping for a little woops. i hope all of you get some rest and get water and snacks! this was a short chapter and i promise the next one will be worth it:> as usual, my discord is ketchnp#0404 if you need anything <3
