runaway

13 ~ love

- I wrote a birthday chapter but didn't publish it. Oops
- prologue
- very short chapter

George's POV

1: Wesley

"Can I sit here?" I look up from my book at a boy. He had blonde curly hair and brown eyes. I nod and quickly look back down at the book.

"What book are you reading?"

"Uhm..." I shut the book to see the cover, "Harry Potter."

"Oh my gosh!" He says, placing his bag between his feet on the floor, "you like Harry Potter?"

"Yeah."

"What's your house?" He smiled, holding the book in his small hands, "I don't know."

"I'm a Gryffindor! Hermione is definitely my favorite." He smiles, "but I also recently took the test online."

Our family didn't have enough money for the internet. "Oh."

"I'm Wesley." He smiles, holding his hand out as if to shake it, "George."

"Wait do you have an accent?" I nod, "we just moved from London a couple weeks ago."

"Woah! That's why I don't recognize you!" He shakes my hand, "we're gonna be best friends, George! You're so cool, man!"

We talked about Harry Potter and shows we both watch on tv, mutually agreeing that cartoons are still good even when you're older.

After that, Wesley and I were best friends. We did everything together, spent time at each other's homes, going to the playground, etc. We were tied to the hip.

One day, we were playing a board game in his bedroom, Battleship to be exact. He made fun of how bad I was and laughed. I liked his laugh. I liked his smile. It made my stomach flip every single time it happened. Why?

"You're actually awful at this game, George! I already defeated three of your ships!" I shake my head, "no, you're just too good."

"Yeah, right." He snorts, rocking back and forth as he held his knees close to his chest. I don't think it was normal to feel this way. I mean having an attraction to another boy. It wasn't right, right?

"Wesley?" He looks up from his board, "hm?"

"I have a secret." I whisper, pulling my knees closer to myself than I should. "Ooo! Tell me!"

"Well, it's more of a question." Wesley seemed to perk up at that. It was usually him who asked questions while I answered them. It was just the way it was. "Shoot."

"Confession actually—" He laughs, "George! Spit it out!"

"I like like you, Wes." His eyes widen as he shakes his head, "stop joking around."

"I'm not."

After that he stopped talking to me, even bullying me in middle school.

I didn't like reading or battleship anymore.

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2) Daisy

"That would look nice! With what color fabric?" I shrug, "maybe a yellow? A pink?"

"Pink would be super pretty." She says, handing me the pink colored crayon. Suddenly, Amelia comes storming in, looking as if she was going somewhere.

"We're leaving, Daisy." She pulls Daisy's arm, "no! What about George?"

Amelia leans down to Daisy's height, staring her directly in the eye. "He's going to be with mom, remember? Mom doesn't want us anymore. Lets go."

Daisy's face scrunches up and turns red as she cries, looking back at me before getting pulled out the bedroom door. I sat there for many minutes, hoping Daisy would come back and sketch clothing with me again.

She never did, and I haven't seen her since. I still have her drawings and I still hope she's okay.

I never wanted to be a fashion designer again, giving up on art all together.

—

3) Dad.

"So, George, what have you been doing?" My father clears his throat, tapping his mouth with the cloth napkin. "Uhm...taking care of mom, usually. I applied for a job at Bill's Books."

"Oh really?" He didn't sound interested at all. "Did you hear Amelia is having another baby? And Daisy got accepted into law school!"

"Yeah." He laughs, "if only you were my son—" he takes a swig of wine, "you'd be so successful right now and not taking care of your sickly mother, hating yourself."

I didn't want to work at Bill's Books anymore.

—

I woke up to soft kisses being littered across my face, "Dream—"

"Good morning, darling." He smiles before pressing a kiss to my jaw. I turn around and smile at him.

All those things I hated were turned around by this man. He loves reading, his favorite game is Battleship, he loves to draw (though he won't admit it), and he wanted to work at Bill's Books. I wanted to love to read. I wanted to get better at Battleship. I wanted to work at Bill's Books. And it's all because of this guy that is about to leave my side in two weeks.

"Morning."

Even if he's across the world, I'd be able to wait for him to return. I'd be able to live without him. It was going to be hard, but I can do this.

I lean up and leave a kiss on his lips, "are you the best boyfriend in the world?" I ask, my lips pursing into a smile. "Well, it depends."

"Will you make me breakfast?" He  chuckles as he pressed another kiss on my bare shoulder, "okay, sweetheart. Anything for you."

"You really are the best." I chuckle as I toss the sheets over my head.

I love him.

I love love love love him.