𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗹𝗹[𝗔 𝗦𝗡𝗙 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖]

♕𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙽𝙴♕

[ A/N: lmao not my dumbass seeing templates then creating a RSVP 💀]

𝑻𝑾: 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 / 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 ٫ 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝. [𝙰/𝙽: 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐!]

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3rd POV:

The dreaded day was here. 

George's 18th birthday. 

Of course it had to be smack in the fucking middle of murder cases going around, but that's not his biggest worries.

He has to deal with finding something to wear... and a fucking mask. 

It's going to be hot as fuck in that ballroom with all the bodies dancing around and pushing against each other.. he can't stand crowded areas. And on top of this all? His father wasn't even home! What the fuck kind of father was he? [a/n: sounds about right.]

He slipped out of his bed as he picked up his phone off of his side table next to his bed. 

The room was immaculate, and was overall neat and clean. He looked at the time. 

09:29am

Shit. He was going to be late for breakfast..!

He ripped the covers off as he threw his phone back down, as he stumbled out of his room and down the long hallway as he finally made it to the grand staircase as he huffed and straddled the railing, sliding down quickly and landing with a loud thud.

"George! What have I told you about sliding down that rail! You're going to-" His mother quickly came to him and was cut off.

"Get hurt, I know.. it's just so much easier than walking. Now, what's for breakfast?" He smirked at her.

"Your favorite! Happy 18th sweetie, my baby's all grown up!" She smiled at him, as the two walked to the kitchen, where plates sat neatly on a table.

"Pancakes and fruit with cake- mom! Thank you, this looks amazing!" He smiled as he sat down. 

"Ooh! And I've picked out a dress for you! It'll draw boys attention for sure~" she smiled as she left the room for a moment.

The Brit lightly laughed. He came out to his mother four years ago about being gay. His mother was ecstatic about it, and explained she always would love him for his choices in life. His father on the other hand..? Not so much...

Flashback to 3 years ago...

Today was the day. He was telling his parents about his sexuality. 

He slid down the railing as he usually did, his pride flag in hand. 

"Mother, father?" He called as he walked into the kitchen. His father sat at the table with his mother, drinking their coffee together as their usual morning routine.