2 weeks had passed, George and I were talking everyday and meeting up every other day. We understand each other in a way that no one has understood us before. George and I plan to go to the park for a walk, maybe grab some food? We aren't sure yet.
"Hey bro, I'm going out with Karl and Alex make sure you eat something" Nick says, walking towards the door to leave "have fun, I'm going out as well" I respond "okay, have fun"
"You too".
I sit by myself on a park bench, waiting for George. He's late, very late. I wait by myself for about an hour watching people walk past and stare. It makes me feel very self conscious.
"Sorry I'm late!" George says in a huff, hugging me from behind, he walks around the bench as says "let's go".
George and I walk around for a bit, mostly talking about how our weeks went and what we've been up to nothing too deep.
"Your shoes are so white" George says, pointing at the tips of my black converse
"Yeah, they haven't gotten much wear out of them, I don't really do that much I guess" I respond with a shrug
"Y'know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to make it my goal to make them as dirty as possible, give them wear, get you out doing things, with me obviously" George says, I look down at him and laugh. I suppose it's a good idea but it's kind of scary putting myself out there.
"Okay, deal"
Georges eyes instantly light up "I have an idea!" he says when he quickly grabs my hand and pulls me so that my pace matches his, now we are running, our hands still intertwined. He runs between many people but the only person I see is George.
Finally we stop running when we are out the front of an art store but still, our hands are locked and I don't plan on letting go.
"What are we doing here?" I ask, laughing
"Follow me!"
George leads me through the store until we get to the back where there are probably hundreds of sharpies, in all kinds of shapes and sizes. George's eyes scan the shelves until he finally reaches for a fine tip black sharpie. I'm still puffing, I haven't ran that far all summer, I only ever run like that in football.
George looks me up and down then listens closely to the song playing through the shop speakers. The lyrics are sad, the song sounds gloomy but very aesthetic, probably a song I'd listen to. The lyric that George listens to is "we said we would last forever but we were liars" and so, with that, George gets down on his knees and messily writes the first half of those lyrics on my converse and the other half on his black converse. "Now we really are one in the same, we need each other to complete the lyrics".
The day goes by so fast it was so hard to recall. George and I are sat at the empty skate park talking.
"I um- I have something I need to t-" George starts, but I cut him off before he can finish
"I can't believe you were so late today but now it's like what? 3 am!" I say laughing, George giggles but I can tell he isn't quiet with it.
"What's up George?"
"Well um, nothing"
"Okay" I shrug and check my phone, logging onto instagram
"Huh, Jenna posted on her story" I go to click her profile when George abruptly says
"Don't!" I don't listen to him.
When I click her story I see a video of him. Of George. Kissing her, hugging her, loving her.
It all adds up, I feel a lump in my throat and my breath gets fainter, suddenly all the feelings that I was feeling before disappear.
"You were late...because you were with Jenna. Weren't you?" I ask, looking for a genuine answer. A real answer, not what I want to hear, I don't want him to lie, not to me.
"I'm sorry, Clay" George says in a whisper
"Don't say my name like that, you can't talk your way into my arms" I grab all my things and get up to leave
"You have to understand! I don't love her!" George says also standing up
"Of course you don't! You don't love her, or me, or yourself" my eyes are tearing up, my voice breaks everytime I try to speak
"I hate you Clay Goddamnit! You'll never understand!" George screams, I can tell he is crying by the way his voice shakes with each word, each breath. I look behind me over at George and see him walking the opposite direction. This dumb boy.
I turn around and follow him, jogging at first to catch up to him enough but slowing it down into a walk.
"Why don't you just leave me alone!?" George yells, almost a scream.
"You know why"
"I don't"
"After all this time? You have no idea why I'd follow you?" I let out a laugh with a breath, my hands slither up to his cheeks and I cup them in my hands
"It's because of this, George" I say with a whisper and just like that we kiss.
I've never kissed someone the way I kiss George, our lips crushing against each other, so much is going on inside my mouth and I live for it. George kisses me back, more passionately than he kissed Jenna but then it comes back. He. Kissed. Jenna.
George kisses me so passionately, I feel almost obligated to kiss him back even more but I shouldn't not when all I can think about is Jenna. I pull away slightly and kiss his forehead, he wraps his arms around my waist and I pull him in close "I love you Clay, it's you" he whispers "it's time to go home" I respond.
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We Were Liars (DNF)
Fanfiction"Florida summers were the best. No school, just parties and fun that starts at the break of dawn when the sun first hits the surface and dives into the stars of the deep night. Endless opportunities and endless cards of fate. Choices and refusals we...
