Hot Chocolate (George Shelley)

Chapter Twenty Four - Beware Of Shadows

AUTHORS NOTE:

HIYA GUYYS.

THIS SUCKS AGH KILL ME NOW DX

Trust me, this sucks, never agree to a bet with your friend over money. Ever.

Oh yeah, don't move house either unless you know when you're getting your wifi back -.- I now have to go to my friend's to upload this, ugh.

I honestly don't know how I've survived so long. I look at YouTube and twitter and everything and just cry because I can't do anything :(

If you ever have a power cut or something and have no wifi, I feel for you. Seriously.

Lol anyways, I guess I'll just have to write the time away.

It's weird to think the moment you're reading this I'll probably be sat in a box.

Yep.

Yeah I feel like this is actually really starting to progress, I've planned out so much for this story including how it ends, but trying to write all the fillers is soo hard >.<

Aha...no dedication or shout out for obvious reasons...

Sorry

Yay, you guys are doing a great job at keeping me motivated so far, keep it up :)

So yeah you're probably bored now, feel free to continue onwards with the story..

Anyways this is a fairly long chapter..took its time to write anyway :P but that's okay CUZ I loves you's <3

You guys are shamazing, keep going :) luvoo!

Motivate meh:

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Alright then, peace out :P

~enjoy

Chapter Twenty Four - Beware Of Shadows

"Hurry. The. Fuck. Up."

A chorus of laughter went round the room as Harriet glared at her fluffy-haired brother. George bit his lip, as if thinking deeply and sat looking down at the board by his toes. As he pondered over his next move Harriet continued to glare, growing more and more frustrated by the second. I turned to Will and copied his smirk as we continued to watch the duel before us on the deep blue carpet.

"George I'm serious."

George smirked slightly, before quickly covering it up with an obviously forced thoughtful expression. However Harriet noticed this and clenched her fists angrily and glaring even harder, if possible. If looks could kill..

"Fine then, be that way." Harriet stated, beginning to stand up.

"Ah I win." George smirked, finally moving his small, green figurine onto a blue space, causing Harriet's remaining figure to fall under his own.

Harriet took a deep breath, before walking away and sitting down on a sofa, switching on the TV. George met my gaze and smiled cheekily before packing up the board game.

"Well, what shall we do now?" Will asked suddenly.

"I'm hungry." George complained, scrunching up his face.

"Couldn't agree more."

George smiled knowingly at my statement and shuffled closer to me.

"Pizza?" George suggested with a grin.

"Yes!" Harriet called from behind us on the sofa.

The TV buzzed like white noise in the background, making it easy to hear everyone.