Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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August 5th, 1984

"I'd really appreciate it if you would tell me where you're taking me."

"Nope. It's nothing you'd expect."

"Then why are we pulling up to a place that's clearly a restaurant?"

George chuckled and pushed the break down of my car. "You'll see. Don't get out yet."

I watched him come around to the other side and open the door for me.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head with a smile. "Is this how you're going to be the entire night?"

"Possibly." He kissed my cheek when I shut the door.

When we walked into the unknown building, I immediately noticed the large opening inside with hardwood floors since all of the tables were pushed to the walls.

"What is this?" I asked.

"A unique restaurant." He said proudly.

I laughed. "I thought you said it's nothing I'd expect? I was expecting food, and here we are, in a place that serves food."

He laughed at my reply. "You'd be a good lawyer. As I told you, you'll see. We'll have fun, I promise."

I frowned at his comment about being a good "lawyer," but I didn't protest on it because I'm sure it would feed his evidence.

We were seated immediately and couldn't help but admire the place more. It was like a cabin and perfect for the colder weather that was soon to be here.

I could just imagine coming here with George in December, drinking hot chocolate, watching the snow fall...

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." He looked up at me with a soft smile.

I raised my eyes brows. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Mhm, and I think it's sweet." He leaned over and kissed me.

"You sure love to do that, huh?" I asked.

"What?" He questioned.

"Since I've come back, you just love kissing me," I smirked.

His cheeks pinked up a little. "I've missed you so much. I know I've said that a lot already, but I have," before continuing, he intertwined his fingers into one of my hands. They were warm. "No amount of kisses I can give you will make me feel better about what I've done. Honestly, you should be washing your face off every time I do."

I gave him a sad look, but I felt the same deep down.

And he still didn't know it.

I laughed to cover it up. "George, I love your kisses. They make me feel happy and loved. I used to not feel loved at all..."

He frowned. "Oh, yeah. I didn't hear much about that... you don't have to tell me right now. I can wait. I at least know the gist."

"No, I can tell you. Since we're starting over." I shivered a little since it was a bit cold inside.

"Here, take my jacket." He started pulling his off.

"No, it's okay. I don't need it."

"Yes, you do, here." He stood up, came over to my chair, and helped me put it on. It was super warm, giving me the chills as I put it on. I immediately smelled his cologne, and I gave it a good whiff. It put a stupid smile on my face.

"You gave me this jacket after our first date," I said. "Well, it was more like a double date."

He laughed. "DJ, I can't tell you how pretty you looked that day. I mean, honestly, I was so nervous around you. I just gave you my jacket without thinking."