As I woke up and turned over in bed, I expected to see George staring back at me as he had for the past two mornings since moving into our apartment but instead I was greeted to an empty bed and no sign of George. The whole apartment was deadly silent. Sitting up in bed, I looked around in confusion before grabbing my phone off the bedside table. I sat searching through the billion texts saying happy birthday to try and see if George had left me a message to say where he was – there was none. I got up from bed and put my dressing gown on. Walking into the hallway, I noticed a pink box in the middle of the lounge with a silver ribbon tied around it. Looking around, there was no sign of George at all. I walked over to the box and knelt down next to it, picking up the envelope that was lying on top of it. “Sammy,” the envelope read in George’s handwriting with a huge – and disfigured – heart drawn under it.
Grinning about the heart, I opened it up and pulled out the card from inside it. On the front it had a picture of a monkey holding a ‘happy birthday’ banner – typical George. I opened it up and began to read the message inside it.
Happy 20th birthday to my amazing best friend.
Happy two-year anniversary to my gorgeous girlfriend.
I love you so much and cannot imagine how boring my life would be like without you in it.
Have an amazing day.
Lots of love (and I really do mean that)
I love you so much, George X
I sat grinning at the card, especially the little picture he had drawn at the bottom of me and him. I had to admit, he was a good drawer.
Putting the card up on the coffee table, I looked back at the box and then around the apartment. There was still no sign of George and I didn’t want to open it without him. Standing up, I walked into the kitchen to make a coffee. As I walked over to the coffee machine, I noticed a piece of paper propped against the mug stand beside the coffee machine.
I know what you are like, Sammy. Open the box. I’ve just had to pop out but I don’t know how long I’ll be – just open it X
He really did know what I was like. I put the note back down on the kitchen counter, switched the coffee machine on and walked back into the lounge. Kneeling back down next to the box, I carefully began to untie the ribbon. Opening the lid, I stared into the box in astonishment. There, inside the box, was the cutest puppy I have ever seen. Its huge brown eyes looked back up at me as its tiny fluffy tail wagged behind it, hitting the box’s sides violently. “Oh my god,” I said, nearly crying as I looked down at the little bundle of white fluff.
“It’s a Maltese puppy.”
Looking up, I saw George looking at me, leaning against the door of the lounge, smiling.
“I love it,” I grinned as I picked it up carefully.
“Her,” George laughed, sitting down on the other side of the box.
“Lily.”
“What?” he asked.
“Lily,” I smiled. “When it was my mum and Michael’s second wedding anniversary, he got her a lily as it’s the flower for second anniversaries.”
“Lily,” George grinned, watching me stroke Lily.

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The Heartbreak Factor - Part Three
FanfictionThings get a lot more serious between Sammy and George as they move into their first apartment together. Will they be able to cope with the pressure of adulthood and the things that follow?