Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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March 8th, 1984

George's Point of View

I knocked on the door right as my watch turned eight. Jeena opened the door. "Hey, come in. DJ is still getting ready. You can wait here."

I walked inside, taking a seat on the couch. The news was on, but I wasn't paying attention to that. I was more so nervous about what DJ was doing with me today. She was being really quiet about where we were going to eat. I was almost afraid she was going to poison me or something.

"You look fantastic." She complimented. "My god, you both look like models."

"Both?" I asked

"I saw DJ a few minutes ago before you came in. I'm not sure how I'm friends with such beautiful human beings."

I laughed. "But you're not ugly."

"I'm not saying I'm ugly." She smiled. "I'm saying you and DJ should be on magazine covers." She stopped and thought for a moment. "Actually... you and Andy both already are."

"And don't forget it." I brushed my hair back with my fingers.

I heard light footsteps on the carpet, so I stood up.

Mother of God.

At first, I didn't recognize DJ. Only because she was wearing a dress that really showed every curve on her body. I knew DJ really didn't like wearing those types of clothes. So why was she now?

Her hair was down, dried into its natural curl but teased at the top all around.

I bit my lip, looking at her up and down. If Jeena wasn't here, I probably would've basically attacked her right there where she stood.

"Hi, George." She smiled at me. This was different, her eyes were a little more flirty. "I assume you're ready?"

It took a few seconds to come back to reality and respond. "Yes, yes... I am."

She nodded and held out her arm so I would take her hand.

"Now now, young lady. Home by at latest eleven," Jeena said sarcastically.

"Okay, mom." DJ 'assured'.

"So where are we going?" I asked again once we got into her car.

"I'm not telling you yet. You'll see for yourself." She giggled like a little kid hiding something. It was actually really cute.

I rested my hand on hers, which I don't think she was expecting. Funny enough, we've kissed, but never held hands.

I rubbed her palm, and I caught her smile lightly.

"Close your eyes." She said to me.

I looked at her and frowned. "Why?"

"Just do it! We're almost there." She said.

"Alright." Eventually, the car came to a stop.

"Open." She laughed again like she was six.

I blinked a few times so my vision would pull into focus, and I eventually saw a sign with a very familiar name.

"Really?" I looked at her smiling while she burst into laughter. "You brought me to a restaurant called Panayiotou?"

"It sounds much sexier when you say it." She said, finished with her laughing fit.

"And I'm sure you sound sexier when you say this." I took off my seatbelt and leaned over to begin sucking a spot on her neck. She let out a tiny moan, then slapped her mouth. It turned me on a little.