don't blame me (gnf x original character)

chapter 2.

december 19th, 2021.

"you're drunk, katherine", george sounded muffled through the phone and clearly wasn't amused by her late night call.

"i'm not thatttt drunk", she dragged out, rolling around the floor of her bedroom. she was that drunk, she knew it, but she didn't care.

"if you weren't thattttt drunk, i can promise you that you wouldn't be calling me", he laughed a little with pity, but it was true.

she didn't speak, taking another sip of the whiskey straight from the bottle. it burned, but at least she was feeling something.

"i should go kat, seriously. i just... are you safe?", he sounded concerned.

she didn't speak for nearly a minute before angry words broke the already fragile silence between them, "why haven't you reached out to me?", she sounded upset, mostly because she was, "my brother fuckin died, and you have been radio silent— god, why are you so... so just self centered and a prick.."

"i'm not going to argue with you when you're drunk, and i honestly didn't know what to say", the call fell silent for a moment before he continued on, "there isn't any reason to insult me, i'm not going to talk to you if you're gonna be like that"

she let out a frustrated huff of air, "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that. i just, please just talk to me..", she pulled the phone from her ear, hitting the speaker button and staring at his contact name.

the name of a boy who she knew so well but simultaneously was never able to figure out.

"well, what do you want to talk about? we haven't talked in nearly, like what? almost two months now", he didn't know what to say, he wasn't really good with words when it came to her.

"i don't know. just talk, about anything i guess. i like your voice", she mumbled softly.

"i don't know what to say, kat. really, i don't know...", he laughed a little, "um, sapnap is coming into town.. for the funeral, so i finally get to meet him. i really wish it was under different circumstances though.."

"i'm glad you get to meet him, he's a sweet heart", she smiled softly, "plus, it'll be good for you to have him here. i know you're dealing with everything to"

"well yeah, i mean not in the same way that you are but..", he stopped himself from talking, not wanting to burden her anymore.

"my mom is a fucking cunt", she spat out, rolling her eyes for nobody to see.

"oh?", he waited for her to continue.

"she's making it about her. she's all like, 'my son died, MY precious little boy', like bitch he was my little brother— i fucking, i helped raise the kid for fucks sake! and now he's gone, and.... and i don't know what to do george", she felt the tears start rolling, sniffing and wiping her nose with her sleeve.

"i mean she did lose him, but it's not right of her to act like you didn't lose him to..", he truly wished he was better with words, maybe then he could actually add something useful to the conversation.

"god, she's—", she stopped talking, cutting herself off by letting a sob out.

neither of them spoke, he just listened to her cry for a moment. he didn't know how to fix this for her. hell, he didn't know how to fix what they were before this either.

"kat?", he asked carefully.

"yeah?", her voice cracked slightly, the salvia in her mouth making her sound muffled.

"are you.. alright? i mean, i know you're not, but.. are you okay to be alone?", he was worried about her, she wasn't reckless they way she used to be when they were younger. yet, he knew her well enough that sober her would believe calling him, was the most reckless thing she could do right now.