Something | Starrison [✖️]

Chapter twenty-two

"George, stop sulking."

"I'm not sulking," Came the short reply.

Paul raised an eyebrow. "You are sulking, Gear."

"I'm not sulking!" He snapped, fangs bared like an angry dog. His expression softened. "I jus' miss her, okay?"

"I know I'm not the only one~" John sang across the room. "And you saaay I'm crazy--"

"You are crazy." Paul added.

"Crazy for you, I am." John teased, jumping over the coffee table, landing beside Paul.

Paul looked irked and flattered at the same time. If that even made sense.

Then he licked his lips.

"I'm going out, the sexual tension here is unbearable." George muttered, taking his coat and running off into the night.

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The cold night air chilled him as he walked down the streets. He kicked a stray can and continued his way.

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"Hey handsome," A girl with a too-revealing outfit purred at him. "Want to have some fun?"

George frowned. "N-No thanks. I have a girlfriend."

She cocked her head. "Where's the gal?"

He sighed. "Over in the US. She's getting surgery."

The girl nodded. "I know that feeling, mister Cheekbones. My man's somewhere overseas."

"Wait, you have a man? Then why are you..." He gestured to her outfit. "Y'know..."

She shrugged. "It pays the rent." She said as if it was no big deal. "I'm Olivia." She extended a hand.

"I'm George." He shook it. "Do you have a ciggie with you? I'm trying to quit for Rachel but..."

"Yeah, quiting's hard as fuck. I might have some in me pocket." She got out a crumpled cigarette packet. "Rachel? That's the name of your bird?"

George let her lit it with her hot pink lighter. He puffed on it. "Yeah, she isn't exactly a bird yet."

"She's a trans?" She asked, exhaling smoke through her nose. "I don't mind, I have friends who are transgender themselves."

"It's kinda ironic though, the fact that she wasn't born a girl but she's so fucking beautiful like..." He breathed out smoke. The smoke relaxed him. "She's like a fucking angel..."

"Do you, do you have a picture of her?" Olivia requested, standing a bit straighter.

"Yeah, I think we had a selfie or two in me phone." He fished out his phone and swiped through the pics. "There. That's her."

"Wow. Her eyes are... Wow." Olivia gasped out. "Are her eyes natural?"

"Yup." He said, popping the 'p'. "Prettiest eyes I've ever seen."

She smiled. "I'm so jelly of her eyes. They're like genuine deep blue... like the Pacific ocean or... like the sky when the sun finally sets."

George had a dreamy look in his eyes when he looked at the pic. "Exactly."

"She's lucky to have a boyfriend as sweet as you, Mister Cheekbones." Olivia added with a slight grin on her fiery red lips. "I want to meet her, if that's okay with you."

He nodded. "Wanna change numbers? I'll call you when she comes home?"

"Ta," She agreed, pulling out her phone. "I might have her meet some of my tranny friends too. So she'd get comfortable and stuff."

"It's been nice meeting you, Livia."

She smoked. "You too, mister Cheekbones." She said with a cat-like grin.

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Sorry if it's a short chappie I was running out of ideas and I feel like this chap is alright the way it is :3

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