Chapter 12 - We Can't

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You arrived at George's way earlier than you initially expected. When you got there you knocked on the door. Yes, you did realize it was the middle of the night. You didn't care either. If you had to brute force this door open you would.

You knocked again this time harder. You heard a loud groan and then shuffling through the house. Then, there he was standing in the doorway. He wore a pair of gray joggers and a plain black T-shirt. His hair was disheveled and his eyes still contained sleep in them. You quickly walked inside without a welcome.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he asks. His voice was deeper due to his freshly woken state. He closed the door and stood in the doorway.

"The real question is what are you doing here?" you ask him.

"This is my house, what do you mean?" he asks you. He walks into the kitchen and goes to open the fridge. You walk behind him and slam it shut before it is completely open.

"What the hell!" yells George.

"You know just because you have a dick, doesn't mean you have to be one," you say. "Especially to the one person who cares about you and wants you to be their friend."

"What are you even talking about?" he goes on.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," you say. "You abandoning my boyfriend with no valid reason and no explanation and leaving me to pick up the shards."

"Sometimes the best way to pick up the puzzle is to leave the pieces behind," he sighs.

"No!" You yell. "You don't do that with friends. There is a difference between the love for a friend and the love you share in a relationship. It's small, but it makes all of the difference and you fucked up."

I look at him and he is looking back at you, "George, keep this up and you'll lose the best friends you'll ever have. If there is one thing I can guarantee, it's that you'll never ever find a friend like Tommy."

"Don't you think I know that!" he yells. "Don't you think I know that if Tommy leaves, then Wilbur leaves, then Tubbo and Ranboo leave, then everyone leaves! I know this! I'm not an idiot."

"Then, why?" you ask him. "Why would you abandon him like that? You know after you left he was so upset I had to chase him through the woods and when I found him he was in tears. He thought he had a friend in you. He thought you would never lie to him, but obviously, he was wrong."

"I didn't lie," he whispers. "I just didn't tell the complete truth."

"That is still considered lying George!" you yelled. "Do you want me to pull out a dictionary, or better yet let's ask Siri, see what she has to say, and maybe even paste the definition over your fucking bed so you can stare up at it at night? Better yet, let's just redecorate the wallpaper, we can get it painted on the walls so you never forget it because everywhere you look in this house it will be here! How about we call a painter now and get it set up?"

You were so mad you pulled out your phone to call. George smacks it out of your hand, "What the fuck!"

He grabs you and pulls you into a kiss. He put his hand behind your head and his free hand on your waist. His lips were soft as they moved on yours at a slight rhythm. You tried to resist, but it was too much tension. You kissed him back. He was such a good kisser. No. Stop. This was wrong. You had to stop this.

"George, we can't," you say. "This can not happen. I won't let it happen. I love Tommy. I'm not gonna let you ruin things for him. If you're gonna be a friend to him, you'll do the right thing. Until then stay away. I think it would be best for all of us. Especially him."

You quickly walk out of the door without a second glance, but you knew he was still there. He was watching you go.

{Created: May 17, 2022}

[Published: May 18, 2022]

Word count: 701 words

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