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If you are a lover of George Michael so much to the point where you're trying to find a George Michael X Reader (like me), feel free to pretend your name is DJ. :)
CREDITS TO @Miss...
Jeena was at my side getting off of the bus when we got to the theater. Inside was almost empty, as I assumed most people had left from the last performances that had just ended.
"How long did she say this was?" Jeena asked me. We were the only ones who brought our own snacks since our pantry was always full.
"I think she said ninety minutes," I replied.
"Uh, in hours too please." Jeena frowned.
"It's really not that hard to figure out. And anyway, it's an hour and a half." We started following the class to the room where Macbeth was playing. We got to choose our own seats, so Jeena and I chose spots that were nowhere near the rest of the class. Although, Miss Smith sat with us, which we didn't mind at all.
"So Jeena, how are things with Andrew going?" Miss Smith asked, taking a bite of a candy bar she brought.
"Fantastic!" She smiled. "Just ask DJ, she'll tell you all about it."
I groaned. "I start hoping that you'll move out soon."
"I'm not leaving until I know for sure you're safe." She threw a piece of popcorn at me.
Miss Smith's face changed. "What do you mean until you know she's safe?"
"Well." I sat up a little more in the seat I was in. "She's worried my foster family may come back and try to kidnap me or something. And honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if they're thinking about it."
"I'm waiting for you to get a good boyfriend who will protect you until the end." Jeena was very serious when we talked about this. Which, is why I don't bring it up much, since it was weird seeing her in such a state.
"I'm sure that person is going to be George." Miss Smith whispered as the lights dimmed.
"Yeah, he's a good guy from what I've already seen from him," I said, smiling at myself
Honestly? I didn't want to watch this. But it was better than being shoved down by a bunch of work.
Miss Smith was nice enough to have the bus driver drop us off at our houses since we already had our bags. Nothing important was left in our lockers.
When we got inside, I hung up my coat and checked my phone for any voicemails. In fact, I have one. I picked up the phone and played it.
"Hey, DJ. It's George. I was wondering if you wanted to um, go out tonight? Unless of course, you're busy? I know you might have homework to catch up on, so It's okay if you can't go tonight. Maybe another time."
I laughed hearing the nervousness in his voice. I called him back, and to my surprise, he answered almost immediately. "Hello."
"Were you staring at your phone?" I asked, smiling.
"No. You just so happened to call me... as soon as I left the voicemail." I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or not, but either way, I could tell he was still nervous.
"Yes George, I'd love to go out with you."
"Awesome!" he sounded so genuinely excited, it made my heart beat just that little bit faster. "Any preferences?"
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