Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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Today was that day.

It's been a week since the boys went on break. Me Jeena and them we were going out for dinner. Of course, we had no idea how would get anywhere without fans finding us. But they claimed they found a place where we didn't have to worry about that. I helped Jeena with her hair since she wasn't very good at reaching the back. I didn't want too much makeup, because then I look like a clown. Really, I don't like makeup. It makes me feel fake.

All that I did was use vaseline for two things.

It's truly a lifesaver.

Lips, eyelashes.

That's it.

I walked out where Jeena was sitting on the couch wearing a dress, a jean jacket, and combat boots. It was really cute, and I wished I could rock something that that. Maybe I could, but I really didn't like how I looked in dresses, really. I haven't liked wearing them since I was maybe ten.

"What are you wearing?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, you're going casual and I'm here looking like I'm ready for a date."

I laughed at her. "You know I don't like wearing dresses. They make me look weird. And anyway, they won't care. I'm sure Andrew will think you're beautiful." I teased. I could've kept going but I didn't want to get her too flustered before we had to leave.

She threw a pillow at me. "Shut up."

"Plus, I did a great job on your hair. That tops it off." I got her up off of the couch and out the door.

"You did do really well." She complimented. "I wish you'd do this every day."

"I don't have much patience. We both have a lot of hair."

My car was old but still worked.

Somehow.

I was saving up for a new one. This was a hand me down from my other family. I only took it so I could use it as my getaway car.

They gave us the address, so Jeena put it into her GPS system. That somehow worked better than the car itself. It was a little loud but I couldn't turn it down much more.

The restaurant was in the city, but it was beautiful. Parking wasn't too hard to find, and thankfully we got a spot very close to the entrance.

We walked inside and searched for George and Andrew. They shouldn't have been too hard to find, but they were truly nowhere to be seen.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?" A woman asked.

"Uh, I'm not really sure," I said stupidly. She frowned, and I told myself to breathe before I made a fool out of myself. "Were supposed to be here with two guys named George and Andrew? I'm not sure if they came in already..."

Her eyes widened, so I stopped talking. I guess she knew what I was talking about. "Right. They mentioned you. Right, this way."

We were lead around other tables and through another door. There was a single table in the center of this room, and George and Andrew were standing with smiles on their faces.

"See, I feel silly," Jeena whispered to me. "They don't look that formal."

"Well if you're asking me, I think Andrew had a bit of a similar idea." I looked at him up and down. He was wearing black jeans and a white button-up shirt.

I guess George and Andrew decided to both go with the same ish idea. Now I felt underdressed. Was I too casual?

George had a black button up shirt on plus a denim jacket with a thin layer of wool on the inside. It was slung over his shoulder.