careless whisper | george michael

03 | sneaking out

MARCH 31ST, 1982.
📍: LONDON, ENGLAND

IT HAD BEEN A WEEK, AND GEORGE WAS YET TO CALL. Aurora had been sat waiting by the phone day after day, to hear from the brown-haired, brown-eyed boy, she met on that night a week ago. She didn't even know much about him, but she believed that they could be friends, if she did get to know him. In that week, she had finished three books, and had almost finished unpacking her three large suitcases into her new bedroom, which she had to admit, was spacious. The area they lived in, was nice. As was their neighbours, who welcomed Aurora to their community with open arms.

She knew he'd probably be busy, with whatever he was doing. Was he in school? University? High School? How old was he? All these questions she'd asked herself everyday since she'd met him for the first time a week ago. She had no idea why she was wondering all this, after all, she had just met him once.

Her aunt and uncle were out - her aunt was working, and her uncle was substituting this week, for a teacher, at a local school, who had fallen ill. So, she was home alone. Not that she could throw a party, or anything. She didn't know anyone. Except George, but even that would be boring. She couldn't call him anyways, as he didn't give her his number, just to answer every call she could.

One day, she was going to ask Eric and Louise, for a phone of her own, so she could take her own personal calls. George had told her, that he had his own phone as well. But that time wasn't right now, at least.

The brunette was laid on her bed, with a book in front of her face, 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Brontë, a book she had brought from home, one of her favourites, which she has read various times over the last years, since she first got it for a High School report, and their teacher allowed them to keep the books. Although, Aurora, believed that the majority of the class had thrown them out. She was one of of the few who kept their copy.

And just like the magic, the phone began ringing. She thought it was likely, Eric, or Louise, calling from asking what she was wanting for dinner that night, bud when she got up to look at the phone, it was a number she didn't recognise.

It could be... could it?

She hesitantly picked up the receiver, and waited a few seconds to say anything, even though it was absolute silence on the other end of the line, "Hello?"

"Aurora? It's George, from the restaurant." So it was him. She had to admit she was glad, he finally decided to call.

She smiled at the sound of his voice, but also heard some distant chuckling in the background, whilst George was silent, so Aurora decided to break that what was becoming an 'awkward' silence, "I remember who you, are George. Uh- I'm surprised you called."

"I'm sorry, it took me so long. I've been so busy, with various different things." He wouldn't tell her about the music yet, because he and Andrew were still working on it, and didn't even know if it would be successful.

"I dialled the number, Aurora!" A voice shouted out from the background, likely the same person who was chuckling before.

Aurora's eyebrows furrowed, "Who was that?"

She could hear George rummaging in the background, which Aurora assumed was him telling off the mystery figure, "That was my friend, Andrew... he was the one who finally convinced me to call you."

"Oh, well then, I'm glad, he dialled the number, and forced you into speaking to me." Her laugh came across as more nervous, than anything else. She was glad he called, even if he was forced into it. He could've slammed the phone down, before it even had a chance to ring.