Midlife // Joji

Seven

July 24th 2018

"But if you leave, I won't have anyone to bother," I whined.

I was currently laying on the carpeted floor of my living room, mid crisis.

George had just broke the news to me that he was going to LA for nearly 3 months to work with some 'amazing' producers on his album.

And I of course, was not taking the news well.

"You can bother Judy," George attempted to reason. I could tell he could see the devastation on my face.

At first I did my best to hide my sorrow, and be happy for him, after all this was a big opportunity, But I'm selfish.

Over the past couple months I've grown far to dependent on him, for everything really. I'm no longer okay with eating dinner alone, I'm no longer willing to go to the bar and drink alone, and the worst of it all, I no longer enjoy having a bed all to myself.

"No, I can't. Judy makes me self conscious about my life decisions." I rebutted pitifully.

"Maybe you can go to the bar and talk to Carlos again," he once again pitifully attempted to reason with me.

I moaned in agony, "Nuh-uh, Carlos judges me even harder than Judy."

Joji looked down at me, "I'm sorry, Ella. I don't wanna go away for that long either, but this is too big of an opportunity to pass up on."

I groaned deeply, "I know."

George had no reply to my comment, and suddenly I felt terrible for not being happy for my best friends success. After all, I have seen how hard Joji has been working the past couple months, and to see his dedication pay off did make me incredibly proud of him.

But, oh my god, I was gonna miss seeing George every day.

I cracked a small side smile and dragged my self up to my hands and knees, crawling over to where he sat on the couch. "And I'm so happy for you, but I'm also going to miss spending all my time with you." I mumbled as I buried my head into the goofy, gorgeous, guys lap.

"I will too, Ella." He answered.

I removed my head from his lap and looked up into his milk chocolate eyes, "You mean it?"

George nodded softly, cause his jet black hair to wiggle lightly, he looked sincere, "I don't want to spend 3 months without you either."

His words brought me immense comfort, and excitement. George didn't often verbally admit that he may possibly have feelings for me, but on the rare occasions that he let it slip, it always made me happy.

George and I were still only friends, with benefits of course. But, ever since I talked with Chrissy and Sam, nearly a month ago, I realized that I wouldn't mind to be more than just that. I'd actually really like to be able to call George my boyfriend. A little while ago though, I made a joke about George being my boyfriend and he got really quiet and an uncomfortable silence fell upon us.

I took it as a hint to leave the topic alone.

George looked down at me, still with my head resting on his knees, "I think we should celebrate, Joj." I hummed.

"Chinese food and then sex?" He grinned cheekily.

I scrunched up my face in disapproval as I crawled up onto his lap, kneeling so I could face the man, "how about sex and then Chinese food?"

Our faces were on centimeters apart, I could feel his minty fresh breath on me, and I could smell his usual scent, cologne and vanilla.