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Transparent; chapter 5

George woke up to the sun beaming through his window and blinding him the moment he opened his eyes, he quickly reacted, squeezing them shut and rolling over, letting out an exhausted groan during the process. He squinted slowly opening his eyes and getting out of bed.

George needed to shower. He walked down the hallway, accidentally bumping into the wall due to feeling tired from the night before. He slumped against his bathroom door before twisting the door knob and practically falling into the room.

He immediately undressed himself wanting to get the shower over and done with, stepping into the rectangle space and turning on the hot water along with the cold. He grabbed the shampoo and scrubbed his hair, accidentally getting some in his eyes which stung.

He conditioned his hair and washed his body, feeling his back slightly burn from the water. He rinsed the conditioner out of his hair and turned off the water, grabbing a towel and stepping out the shower. He looked at the mirror covered in fog and drew a big smiley face on it with his finger, which soon turned into a sad face when the condensation formed bigger droplets that ran down the eyes, looking like tears.

George wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out to his bedroom, picking out an outfit for the day. He grabbed a plain black hoodie and lift it over his head. He felt the soft fabric on his skin warm him up slightly. George rummaged through his drawers trying to find bottoms to wear for the day. He pulled out a pair of baggy ripped jeans, which were high waist and tight at his ankles. He slipped his legs into the jeans and done up the buttons, tucking the front of his jumper into the jeans.

He walked over to his bedside table and picked up his phone, unlocking it and opening snapchat. He didn't really take photos of his daily outfits, but he felt like it today. He searched for a filter that had a nice tint to it, he decided on a nice indie filter. He stood in front of his body length mirror and positioned for a photo. The tips of his feet were slightly pointing to each other, like a ballerina would stand but the opposite way, not too much that it looked weird though. He brought his hand next to his head and simply threw a peace sign. His phone was in front of his face, George took the photo and decided it was fine. He pressed the photo to caption it, he simply put a ':]' and post the photo on his story.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and swiftly walked down the stairs to get himself some breakfast. The toaster sit on the bench next to his microwave, George grabs a slice of bread and slips it into the toaster, waiting for it to pop. He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulls it out to check who it was. It was Dream. He clicked on the notification which opened Snapchat. The square was blue, other than red or purple, indication Dream had sent him a message. George pressed his finger down on Dream's name, slowly sliding to the right to see what Dream said without it saying he actually opened his message (please tell me someone understands that). Dream had swiped up to his story saying "cute :]". He fully opened the chat and replied with "thank you idiot <3" his heart dropped all of a sudden.

He closed Snapchat, hearing the toaster pop from behind him. He quickly pinched at the toast, flicking it out the toaster, not wanting to burn his fingers. He opened his fridge, pulling out butter and jam, placing them next to the toast on the bench. Then he stands on his tippy toes, reaching for the cupboard above him and grabbing peanut butter. He walks over to the drawers next to the sink and grabs a butter knife, walking back over to his toast and scraping up some butter. George never really cooks nice meals for himself. He practically lives off cereal, water, and noodles. Sometimes he'll order stuff to his house, but that wasn't very often. He spreads the butter onto his toast then begins doing the same with the peanut butter. The peanut butter goes first so the jam spreads easier. Then he dipped the knife into the jam and spread it on top of the peanut butter. He put everything away and walked back upstairs to his room to eat.