Wow. The last night had been, well, amazing. Better yet unforgetable. It was something i'd never thought i'd get the chance to do due to my insecurities. I always thought, 'forget it Olivia, you aren't good enough to have sex. Who would want to fuck you?' but then of course George came along, and I can never thank him enough for that. Even though it wasn't proper sex he still made me feel good enough. And surely i'd never want to forget George in that situation either, he was amazing at 'it'. Then my mind raced back to this morning.
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Trying to be as quiet as I could, I turned around on my oposite side, only to find George laying there in a peaceful, deep sleep. He looked so adorable whilst he was dreaming. His tousled hair showing beads of sweat due to our previous actions, his fringe layed unquordinately over his head, his full lips sticking out and his arm resting unknowingly over the sheets. I wonder what he dreamt about. I bet his mind was beautiful and mysterious, the things you would only read in fairy tales.
Slowly I lifted my body up, smiling to myself as I scanned the innocent face next to me and then gently moving a strand of his hair out of his eyes, it sort of got tangled in his eyelashes though. Then,
"Olivia?" A soft, tired voice spoke from beside me, "Olivia where are you going? Don't leave me." George whispered, his eyes still closed. Tiredly, he lifted his arm up in exhaust and dropped it around my stomach loosely. I could only just see him through the dark, mist room that was supported by a crack of light showing through the curtains.
"I can't sleep." I mumbled, still feeling a little nervous. "Carry on dreaming, George. Sweet dreams." A peaceful silence took over the room again, allowing me to get a leg over my side of the bed.
"But where are you going?" He croaked. I sighed, my eyes trailing downwards to his innocent face.
"Home."
But of course that never worked out. I couldn't go home, and George wouldn't let me.
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"Olivia, i'm going to take you out tonight." The wavy haired boy spoke in a kind of voice that kind of sounded like he was reassuring himself. He nodded, standing up straight and rocking on his heel once. I smirked playfully as I raised an eyebrow.
"You could've asked me a little nicer you know, George." He sighed, his eyebrows knotting together.
"Olivia i'm taking you out tonight, okay? And that's final." My smirk dropped. He looked so frusterated, so forceful. His chest was rising up and down heavily and once again I felt cornered. I took one step back.
"W-where are you taking me?" I managed to blurt out in stutters, gulping afterwards. George shrugged, moving closer.
"A club. I know some people who are going there, some friends I haven't seen in a while."
"Oh, okay." I gulped once again. And with that, George left.
I could tell he was never really good at showing affection. I mean, he would, but afterwards he'd look sort of vunerable and helpless. Maybe it's something he'd never really had or given to someone, love. And i'd been the same. I knew how he felt, and I didn't know if I could carry on this like when i'd felt rejection for so long.
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This City - A George Shelley Fanfic
Teen Fiction{book 2} I was bullied, knocked down to the ground. So depressed in my own self obsession that I cut my own body, I thought death was the only answer. But he changed me. Sexual desire, a profoundly tender passionate affection, adoration. I felt i...
