Concealed // Alex x George

chords- george

I just realised that George auto corrected to Georgenotfound in the last part of the previous chapter- we are gonna leave it though.

Alex sounds optimistic as he gets off the phone. If hes seriously going along with this.. I don't know, it sounds really random and out of the blue. totally not because the author of this story literally hadn't planned it at all. James obviously isn't in a good place at the moment, he legit passed out and we had to break in to his house. It's as if hes trying to distract us from something. Distract himself. If it helps him though. Let's hope hes right and not just making some dumb impulse decision.

I guess I'm giving in.

"James wants us to meet up today. If... if you're in?"

It's the next day and I'm cooking some pancakes for our breakfast.

"What, we're just gonna start songwriting the day after we've gotten together?"

"That didn't answer my question, but yeah I guess, if you are in the band. I don't really know, I think James is trying to rush this so we don't second guess ourselves." he says deeply, his morning voice is still lingering.

"Yeah, I'm in, not that I have any musical experience. I could try doing something but I doubt this band will hold up."

Alex comes up behind me and whispers  into my ear.
"Don't be so pessimistic. It will be a laugh, if anything. Now I'm gonna get ready, see you in a minute Georgie."

He pulls away and wanders into his bedroom.

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We are all piling into a random warehouse that James has rented out. All the eboys are here and... Wilbur Soot. I'm kinda scared to play guitar in front of them. I haven't told anyone this but guitar has always been such a personal thing for me. I've attached so many memories to so many songs. I'm pretty sure we're just doing a few covers today. Nothing special. Nothing emotional or intrusive. So why am I so worried?

Everyone starts playing some random song and I strum along, not really concentrating. Will suddenly gasps. Hes looking straight at me, straight in the eyes. Its creepy but he looks like hes noticed something. I look away and instead try and focus on playing chords that actually work with the song. None of us really understand what we're doing at the moment so I wasnt too anxious anymore. Except now Will was looking at me funny. Which was definitely anxiety inducing. What- why was his head slightly tilted. I analyzed his body language, the way his mouth was slightly open. The way his hands were frozen in place on the keyboard and his body was all turned inwards, not the confident way he usually sat.

Finally the tension was lifted, slightly.

"George, can we talk for a second, I just realised something that... I'll tell you soon." he said lightly.

Will didnt usually talk lightly and gently like this. Somethings off. We walk outside of the warehouse, the off beat music still blaring from inside.

"Ok, yeah what's up? You're being odd its scaring me." I said, staring right at him.

"I'm..." he was choosing his words carefully, a glint in his eye.
"I remember you... your guitar playing. It's very distinctive."

He was being so vague I almost didnt get what he meant. Almost.

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"Let's go back to yours, yeah?"

"Oh yeah, I can show you my room finally! It's a mess but.. isn't everyone's?" I chuckled on the way back from school.