We Really Need To Stop // ImAllexx

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Alex and George
Alex and George's Flat

For the fifth time that minute, George swiped to refresh his messages from Alex with no luck - his thick eyebrows pushing together. In a crumpled brown paper bag, McDonalds for two sat on the kitchen counter - reaching just the right temperature... to be lowkey disgusting. Limp fries. Burgers glueing together. Maybe that mess would be edible if you were hungry and hungover enough.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the screen, George put the straw to his mouth and sipped up some of his Pepsi, shook the ice around and slammed it back down on the counter.

That oily, dirty smell of Maccies fries fueled George's frustration further - how long would he have to stand there and not eat them? Why did he bother...

big G💕
al e X

Hey!

Are you dead?

Sending my condolences

Praying for you

You had a good run 😭

Ffs actually worried now

Delivered 11:42

"Arghh!" the masked man, now very unmasked and sweaty because he was worried or because he hadn't showered that morning - or both - groaned with visible frustration.

Still not a peep. Now 2 hours after his last message, George's mind was running through the possibilities:

Callie didn't turn up and Alex is sad. Callie cheated on Alex and Alex is sad. And angry. Alex cheated on Callie and they had a fight. Alex's brother got drunk and did something stupid and they ended up in hospital. Alex ended up in hospital...

Usually, Alex always messaged George back even if it was just a bunch of random letters he pressed without looking - or a single emoji.

With great force the flat door flung open, the jingling of the keys in the door making George's heart jump almost out of his black 'MY WIFE LEFT AND TOOK THE KIDS' t-shirt.

"ALEX! You're alive!" George's voice leapt up and verbally hugged his flatmate who completely ignored the best friend he had in the world. "Alex - what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Alex kept walking, head in his hands and went straight to his room and shut the door. Slam.

Knock knock.

It was a very tender knock. "Al, Alex, are you crying?" So soft, George's voice was held together with pure compassion. Gentle and comforting, like the sound of a hand on your shoulder when you're crying.

A moment later, the door came creaking open, Alex's face was a mess. Snot and tears, bloodshot eyes, no sign of composure. This was the worst George had seen his friend since Alex wanted to quit YouTube and had a breakdown at the start of the year.

"It's Callie," Alex wiped his tears with his expensive Gucci hoodie sleeves. "She..." he gulped a huge breath of air as if he was drowning, "she... she's a fucking..."

"Oh girls are stupid! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em all! Who needs them? Jesus! You have Star Wars - and me! You're too good for her anyway."