We're Not Really Strangers. || DNF

six: love lies.

"Okay bye George! See you tomorrow to bring you to school! And it's Friday tomorrow!"

George gave a light hearted smile back at me, and headed into his house. Once I knew he was in safe with the door locked, I drove away. I knew he found this annoying like I was some father figure, but I wanted to make sure he was safe.

I drove away, car hitting the curb, like always.

I was still thinking about what happened at school.

I decided to pull over and shoot George a text.

"georgieeee!! wanna hang out on friday, and actually literally the whole weekend... i have a really cool thing planned, i've been waiting all week to ask but nothing got cancelled!"

"uhh.. what are we doing?"

"so we're going to a water park, staying until saturday afternoon, then going out to dinner at the most expensive place in town saturday night. then we will drive to georgia, because we're going peach picking, since that's your favorite fruit.! then going on a picnic, and we'll be back home for school on tuesday. monday we'll be driving home."

"no... actually.. clay.. i'm sorry. but i have plans for saturday! i have to help my mom and im going out with my extended family. i can't cancel and if we are going to be out of state that day, i cant do that to them."

I looked down at my phone on the verge of tears. I planned a whole amazing weekend for us together, filled with his favorite things, and favorite places, he loves the waterpark, peaches, and expensive food. And he just cancels. I mean, I get it if it's a family event.. And maybe I should've asked sooner. But usually even if it's just to sleepover my house, he cancels everything. And now he's bailing out of plans with me. And I can't bring anyone else, mainly because I don't have anyone else to bring to a ROMANTIC dinner.

I left him on read.

It's more money to cancel the trips then it was to get them booked. So I'll just go to the expensive dinner. I won't go to the waterpark or anything without him. I can't bare to do it without him. It wouldn't be fun.

Days passed fairly quick. Everything was the same, bringing George to school, him being uninterested in the mornings, going to school for 8 hours, then picking him up and him being embarrassed.

But today was different. It was Friday, and I was going to bring George home. Like always, I came out late, and George was waiting for me on the bench. But I got out early today. I looked over at the bench George always waits for me at. I peer over, and see 2 men who seem to be flirting sitting there. One familiar face looks back at me.

It was George.

He pushed away the other man, and ran up to me. Giving me a forced hug, and pulled me to the car.

"Get in. And don't talk to me."

I know, it was a bit harsh, but he deserved it for kind of.. cheating?

I knew George was dying to talk to me, since his face looked like it longed for something.

Finally he broke the silence.

"Clay."

I looked over.

"Who are you going to the dinner with if I can't go."

"George. Why are you even asking. And I should be the one asking questions, first you cancel our plans, then cheat, and now question me. And to answer you.. I'm going alone, George."

George's face turned unhappy.

He turned away from me.

He got out of the car when it hit a stop.

"Where the fuck— are you going..?"

I started to wheeze a little, this kid can't be serious..

He pegged me a finger and it seemed like he was walking home.

I felt bad, but something was probably going on, and I didn't want to hurt him even more, so whatever.

I understand this is super random, but if he seen himself the way I see him, if he seen himself in my eyes, he would never be insecure again. He would never feel bad about his insecurities, or the little things, again.

It was now Saturday. It was an hour before the restaurant was booked for me. I put on a suit, and tie. I walked over to the table and grabbed my keys. I waved goodbye to my mother and got into the car.

I arrived 30 minutes later at the restaurant. 10 minutes to spare. I slammed my car door shut in anger. Every plan I had with George for that weekend, was cancelled. And now I had to go to a romantic dinner setting alone.

I walked into the fine restaurant and got seated fairly quick. The restaurant was busy, but I had a table booked for a certain time, and I was informed that the party in that seat before me left a while ago for a meeting. I looked around the restaurant, and seen a familiar figure looking at me. Another familiar figure sat across from them.

As soon as they seen me though, they looked away. I decided to use the bathroom to get a closer look.

I walked by their table, and looked closely at the person that had their face smushed into their arms.

I was okay, and didn't suspect a thing until I seen who it was.

George.

And that little stupid blonde boy he sat on the bench with the day before.

"George? What are you doing here? You told me you would be busy with your mom helping paint! I had to cancel our plans to Georgia and everything! And who are you with?"

George didn't reply. I knew him too well. I knew that he'd always use the phrase, if you can't see them, they're not there. If you don't care that they're there, then they aren't.

"George.. I thought I could trust you. I guess not."

I stormed out of the restaurant. I don't care, I'll pay the 100 dollar fine.

I just couldn't bare to look at George any longer.