George Knows Everything
“Guys, when are you two going back to your houses?” George asked with his mouth still full, holding his phone carelessly.
“Uh, George, could you please finish chewing before you talk?” Dave said, squinting at him in disgust.
George quickly swallowed. “Oh—right. My bad. Forgot.”
“I haven’t really thought about when we’ll leave,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve just been thinking about my cat.”
Dave turned to me, raising an eyebrow. “Girl, your cat is being taken care of. Relax.”
I rolled my eyes. “Still. I love my cat.”
George chuckled, watching our exchange—but before he could say anything, his phone rang. Both Dave and I looked toward him.
“Who’s that, George?” Dave asked, curious.
George smirked, standing up from his chair. “Just a friend. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be right back.”
He stepped out of the room and answered his phone.
“Hey, dude. What’s up?”
“Getting closer, George,” came Quackity’s voice.
“Better hurry, Quackity. She’s here—the girl you told me about,” George said quietly, stepping further outside to avoid being overheard.
“Yeah, you already said that. I hate flights, man—but I’ll survive.”
“Thank me later, Alex,” George said, amused.
“Gracias, mi amigo,” Quackity replied.
“I said later, dude!”
“Yeah, yeah. See you soon.”
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Later That Night
The air was cool. The stars shimmered above George’s house as he paced by the front door, checking his phone every few minutes. Then finally—a ding-dong.
He rushed to the door and swung it open.
“Quackity!”
“Mi amigo!”
They embraced like old brothers reunited.
“Man, it’s good to see you again.”
“You too, George.”
The two spent the night catching up, laughing, and exchanging stories until eventually, they both fell asleep on the couches, the excitement buzzing beneath the silence.
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The Next Morning
The doorbell rang.
Quackity jolted up, his hoodie slightly lopsided. George gave him a knowing look and smirked.
“Showtime,” George whispered with a chuckle.
He stood up and made his way to the door. With a bright, exaggerated smile, he swung it open.
“Hello, Y/N and Dave! Welcome back!”
“Hey, George. You look way too happy right now,” Dave said playfully.
George laughed. “Well, one of my friends is visiting! He arrived last night.”
“Wait—who?” I asked curiously.
Then came footsteps behind George.
Dave gasped.
I turned my head in slow motion, following his gaze—and suddenly, the world blurred for a second. The sound of my heartbeat was louder than anything.
“Yo! Hola!” said a familiar voice.
It was him.
Quackity.
Alex.
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Y/N’s POV
It’s really him?
I blinked, then blinked again, almost as if I could erase the image in front of me. But when my eyes opened again, he was still there—smiling at me.
“Uh h-hello,” I stammered.
I saw Dave staring at Quackity, then glancing at me. He knew. He knew exactly what I was feeling without needing to say a word.
Dave took a step forward. “You’re Quackity, right? Nice to meet you. I’m George’s childhood friend—and this girl here is Y/N, our close friend.”
Quackity gave a short laugh. “Nice to meet both of you… Dave, and… Y/N.” His eyes locked with mine for a beat too long, and I felt my stomach twist.
George, with impeccable timing, interrupted, “Alright guys, why are we just standing? Let’s sit down.”
We all moved toward the sofa. Quackity threw an arm over George’s shoulder, laughing, acting as if everything was perfectly normal.
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3rd Person POV
Quackity didn't seem embarrassed, even around people he didn’t know.
But inside? He was.
He just hid it well.
He told himself to stay friendly, stay calm. These were George’s people.
But Y/N?
She wasn’t just “one of George’s people.”
She was someone different. Someone familiar.
And George had already told him the truth—Y/N remembered him.
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Y/N and Dave sat on the sofa while George and Quackity stayed standing.
“I’ll go get some snacks,” George said, pointing to the kitchen.
“I’ll go with you, man!” Quackity followed without hesitation.
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Y/N’s POV
“Girl… are you still in shock?” Dave whispered.
I looked at him, my eyes wide. “You look just as shocked.”
He grabbed my shoulders and stared into my soul. “I can’t believe this is real. He’s actually here. And honestly… he looks so good in person.”
I looked at Dave, then back toward the kitchen where Quackity disappeared, then back at Dave again.
And then? We both started whisper-screaming at each other. Shaking, squealing, twitching in place like high school kids seeing a crush after years.
“Oh my GOD.”
“What the—”
“He said my name, Dave. He said it.”
“I SAW. His voice got softer when he said it too!”
“I think I’m gonna pass out.”
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