Beelzebub

1

knock knock

George's knuckles bounced off the hard wooden surface of his landlords office door, standing there anxiously, hands coming to hold eachother infront of his abdomen.

His dark brown hair fell infront of his eyes as warm air came from the brightly lighten office, the door opening infront of his face to be met with the man himself.

Standing about 6'0, George slightly tipped his head back, squaring his shoulders and standing straighter to look the man in the eye.

“Hello George!” he greeted, flashing his award winning smile as he offered the door, stepping back to let George in.

He offered the man a smile as he stepped in, closing the door behind himself as the other man walked across his nice office to sit at his desk, pulling out a beiege file from his desk draw.

George stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked over and flopped down in one of the leather chairs Infront of the other male.

He watched as the male shuffled through - what he assumed - was his file.

He's late. 2 weeks late. To paying rent, and he nervously swollows the lump around his throat as he met his landlords eyes.

He was working at a coffee shop, but it was recently shut down to some sort of volition he wasn't sure about, and now he was left without any sort of income.

He knew there was no way he could get it to him, and he was going to ask for an extension - he didn't want to get evicted, and he hoped the man would understand when he explained the situation.

“So uh..” he started, his collar feeling too tight around his throat as he spoke.

“I need, an extension or- or something,  but I promise! I promise, I'll get my payment to you soon I just-” he stopped when he noticed the other man tilt his head an his eyebrow raise in confusion.

“George, you've never been late?” he questioned, voice slow as he was trying to understand as well.

“Yes, I know and i- that's why I'm hoping you can give me some more time and I-” he stopped when the other man opened his mouth to speak but didn't.

“George, you've- you're caught up? You don't owe me anything? Is this for next month or-” he questioned and George's face fell.

“What?” he questioned, hands coming from his pockets to pick at eachother. Had he paid and forgotten or-

“Yea...a few nights ago actually- um, you're caught up..” he whispered, lifting a small piece of paper and to George's bewilderment, there it was. 'his' payment.

He paused, trying to remember his moves from the night his landlord said it had been paid.

He knows he hadn't paid, he knows.

His stomach lurks in his stomach, beads of sweat drawing at his hairline and a gross feeling setting in his stomach.

If he doesn't play along, then he'll have to explain. And that's so many more issues than he needs rigut now.

Plus, if it's paid, even if just for now, he has time to get on his feet.

“oh...haha! silly me i- I must've forgotten, yeah..” he stammered, play along George, just play along.

He forced a smile, standing up rather suddenly and nodding to the other.

His landlord returned it, abeet seeming confused. “is that all you needed?” he questioned, and George nodded.

“okay, well it was nice seeing you..” he whispered, and George returned it with a 'you too!' trying to seem joyful as he walked back to the door.

“oh, and George?” George hummed and turned to look over his shoulder. “please get some sleep. you're worrying me” he nodded, a bit more forcefully and stiff, and left.

He stopped in the hall for a moment. Eyes widened as he stared at the white wall across from him.

He knows he hadn't paid.

And he has no family here that would, maybe his friends?? But he knows they weren't any better off than he was.

He shook his head, deciding to go back to his room. He can overthink this later.

And that's where it began. George, age 19; he had left England at 17, graduating early due to his late birthday. He came to America, now residing in a nice ish apartment complex on the border of Orlando Florida.

This wasn't the first time things had gone good for him by weird luck, but it was the first time it opened his eyes.

The smaller things such as; Tripping and catching himself, narowly missing a car when driving (he isn't good at it and doesn't do it often), getting the last slice of pizza from the box when he was with his friends, being out of the wrong place at the wrong time right before something bad happens.

Take the time he went to the beach with Sapnap and Karl, for instance. They were there for five days, and almost three hours after they left, a horrible storm came and flooded half of South Carolina.

George thought that was wild, but he didn't think too much into it.

One time while he was still working at the coffee shop, a large cup of coffee tipped off the counter right after he moved. If it would've fallen on him, he would've suffered horrible burns.

But he didn't.

Or when a rock was thrown his way by some stupid children playing a few feet away from him and it narrowly missed his face.

Luck.

He didn't understand why it kept happening, but he was happy about it.

But he couldn't shake it this time, with happiness he hadn't been knocked out or burned.

But instead he was slightly creeped out, worried. Who would've done this for him? When? why?

He couldn't shake the uneasiness, he didn't know what was going on, but after the rent 'incident'.

Things just got bigger.

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Word count - 1027
A/n

hi!! im super excited for this book, I had dream of something like this??? and decided it would be cool to write it out???

Tell me about any Grammer mistakes, PLEASE. this is not proof read.