Not Your Number One//dreamnotfound

Chapter 6

George stared at his phone, both sides of his mind at war.

Part of him wanted to say no. Say no one hundred times and just stay in his room forever. It's not that he had anything against Chase, it was the complete actually. It was the fact that if he said yes, a part of him wouldn't let him enjoy it.

As George was debating with himself, his mom walked into his room.

"Hey hon, me and your dad are going out to dinner with some new colleges. They have a lovely daughter and she would love to meet you!"

Suddenly, hanging out with Chase sounded a lot more promising than eating in front of a bunch of people and trying to be set up with a random girl.

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So now here he was, standing in front of his closet trying to desperately pick out an outfit for mini golf.

What does one even wear to mini golf?

George finally decided on light blue mom jeans, a cream ribbed sweater, a matching baggy denim jean jacket, high top converse, and some jewelry.

He looked in the mirror and ruffled his hair. He stared at the boy looking back at him. For some reason, he felt foreign.

Chase
I'm here :)

George glanced at his phone and saw the text. He took a deep breath and grabbed his wallet before leaving the house.

Chase's car was red and shiny. The brunette got in and said hello. They quickly fell into conversation as the black haired boy followed directions from his gps.

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They arrive at a cute little mini golf course about 20 minutes later. The sun was setting and the neon lights had already started to shine.

The course was 18 holes and each one had a different piece of decor. George's favorite was the fully functioning windmill at the end.

The boys went up to the booth to buy their tickets and get their equipment. George got a light blue ball and Chase got a red one. Both got their clubs and Chase ended up paying, even though George put up a fight.

A part of him didn't want this to be a date.

The boys started down the path and started off with a somewhat simple hole. However George soon learned that each new hole progressively got harder.

Hole 10 seemed to be impossible. George had shot 7 times and still couldn't get it right. Chase made it on his second stroke.

"I literally can't do this!" George huffed out dramatically.

"Here, let me help," Chase responded.

The man moved his body to be flush with the brunette's back then wrapped his arms around George's. He placed his hands on top of the others and slowly helped him swing.

It made it.

George felt his social battery rapidly decrease.

It's not that touch was unwanted, George hadn't been touched even just simply like that in a long time. It was the fact that it wasn't by the right person.

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The night seemed to drag on after that. George was tired, extremely tired. Not eating enough was finally catching up with him after being on his feet for the past hour.

Finally they were on their last hole. Finally. Chase got a hole in one and jumped up and down while throwing his arms in the air. George forced out a laugh and swung his club. It only took him 3 swings this time.