Did Anybody Ever Say No To You - (Georgebur)

Day 4 9:58 AM

"So how is it?" George asked.

I have no talks, just eat. Wouldn't he just read my body actions... This taste so fucking good!

"The best," I sit up straightly and looked at him. "I don't know that you have sort of wizardy in the kitchen?"

"It's not wizardy, Wilbur," George half-giggled. "It's just some sort of experiments in pans and pots and alas! carbonara,"

I looked at him blankly. "Since when had you started to cook carbonara? Is this traditional or something you officially made?" 

"Thrice or more, I don't remember anymore," George looked at me. "You sure it's not bland or too sweet?" 

"No, this is perfect," I finished the last noodle on the plate. "I haven't cooked breakfast for some time actually, thank you George,"

"No sweat," He smiled. "Are you finished?" 

"Yes, yes, let me take your plate so I could wash the dishes,"

George nodded and handled me his plate.

I wear the apron and walked to the sink and started to rinse the plates.

"Are you sure Wilbur? That you have nothing else to do today?" He asked from the living room.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure," I replied. Then squeezing the dishwashing liquid to my sponge. "How about you?"

"I'm a hundred percent sure..." he responds. "Want to watch a movie?"

I rinsed the plates. "What movie?"

"You decide," he walked to the television and opened it.

"You decide, your the visitor," I wiped my hands in my apron.

I unwear my apron as I can hear a loud thump of him in the couch. "I can't think of any. Look your Netflix account is connected, and it's premium too,"

"Just pick what something comes to your mind," 

"Woah, you sure have a load list of horror movies..."

I walked to the living room and noticed him scrolling to the list of horror movies I already watched. I don't know why I keep watching those kinds of prompts, even that I'm just alone. Just watching it with no emotions, or just flinch if jump scares even happen. Watch something that could entertain me, and I have no idea why I picked horror.

"What should you recommend me to pick?" George looked at me.

"You're a fan of horror too?" I replied, I had no idea he likes this kind of stuff.

"Not a fan of horror," he shakes his head. "But I want to watch it with you,"

Man, George acting clingy haunts me down to my spine.

"Grab me some blanket," George ordered. "Please,"

"You getting cold? or getting scared?" I asked, as I started to get worried.

"Goosebumps," He replied. "But I'm not scared for something only kids would shiver,"

"You sure? Your shaking?" I said, trying to stop to laughing and keeping it to myself.

"No," he sighed. "Just handle me the blankets," 

I walked to my room and grabbed a blanket. And opened another cabinet to get another blanket. I already warned George, I'll just let him learn his lesson the hard way.

"I'm back," I said while returning to the living room.

George just looked at the at me while he take a bite of a pink donut from the open Krispy Kreme box.

"We had ate like literally five minutes ago," 

"This is my coping mechanism," He continued to bite. "Just grab some in the box if you want some,"

I sighed. I walked to the couch and focused to what Netflix could ever recommend.

Like what time wants to happen. George removed his shoes and hide his whole body in the blanket, while moving closer to me. 

Fuck.

I'm turning red...

"Just don't leave me. No jump scares, and no sudden quick actions," he said.

"If your too afraid to watch horror then you just can tell me," I warned.

He shakes his head while looking at me. "No, I still pick horror,"

"Ok then," I continued to scroll to the movie recommendations, and George just keep cuddling. "You know what I do when I watch horror movies?"

"What?"

I stood up the couch and walked to the nearest window and closed the blinds. 

"What? It's so dark," George complained.

"Yes, so you could feel the thrill," I closed the light switch then. "I always do this when I'm alone,"

"Wow," George replied. "Your so courageous," 

"Don't worry I won't leave you, I'm here," I turned. "And you said, you're not afraid of this kinds of stuff right?"

George remained silent.

I continued to scroll until I can see something I can consider as "enough". And so that, I picked a Japanese horror movie. I looked back at George, well no complaints.

Thirty minutes has passed. This is what I hate when I'm watching movies. I keep looking for the time instead of the actual movie. George shrugs to his blanket whit only showing his eyes, quivering in every glimpse of a white woman along staircase and hallways...

Well, I think I picked some wrong types. It wasn't light like what I expected, but still can be managed by my emotions...

"Ahh," George yelled while shivering in the blanket, hiding his eyes on my shoulders. 

I reached my hand on his side to hold him, and quench his fear away.

He continued to shiver, while I tilted my head to the movie.

So we're in the part now of chasing and killing. Among the endless hallways and staircase of an asylum located amidst the forest. Let me speak, it's one of the classics.

I continued to pat George for some time while watching the movie. But then I just noticed, his shivers slowly turns to a snore...

But not a snore that could make a quake in the crust but something. I don't know the term... Is it music to the ears?

The fuck. I'm a fucking simp.

Since the movie haven't interested me that much, I paused the movie and move slowly away from George. I removed the blanket covering his face, and I am right he's sleeping...

The couch was too short to lean his knees. So no more choice Wilbur...

I opened the door of my room, which is not considered much as a distance, and fixed my bed. Then, I walked on George again and tried to carry him...

The boy was still sleeping, and he's still quiet. The boy isn't sensitive much to the movements around him and I continued to carry him with my two hands...

The fuck! Wilbur!

What if he woke up?

The fuck. The fuck. The fuck. The fuck.

He's not that heavy to be honest... And he's not lightweight too.

I just lay him in my bed and sighed...

Finally it's finished.

Guess, waking up at five bares some kind of... you know... things?