"You're such an idiot George. I can't believe that you would do this to me."
"The guy was a jerk Billie, I was protecting you from him! "
You and George stare at each other angrily, from across the room. You can't believe that he'd make you and your boyfriend break up. He's supposed to be your best friend!
You and your boyfriend have been fighting alot, but it's nothing you couldn't handle. You hate when George intrudes.
"Just go!" You scream pointing towards the door. "Leave Shelley!"
He tosses his head angrily, stomping away out the door.
You watch as he slams it shut behind him and runs to his car.
He pulls out of the driveway, hitting the gas in a matter of seconds.
You clench your fists,so tightly, your finger nails digging deep into the flesh of your hand. Four half moon shapes show up on your skin. You sigh. Flopping down into the couch.
George will probably call and apologize soon. You think. He always does.
You wait, for a few hours, and when you don't receive a text, anxiously hop onto the floor, and stumble upstairs to bed. Hoping he'll call tomorrow, you shut your eyes.
~
Bring bring bring!
You pound your hand down on your alarm clock and roll over, wincing slightly, as you open your eyes just a tiny bit.
Soon they adjust to the light peeking in, under a sliver of the window, that is uncovered by the curtain.
You frown, peering at the clock.
It's 7 am. But also Saturday. Weird. Why would your alarm go off on the weekend?
Then you realize you had made plans to go get a coffee with George. You sigh, and burry your head in your pillow. That's not going to happen anytime soon. He didn't even text you last night, and he always texts you the night after you two have a fight.
You don't understand why, this time he's decided to be unapologetic, but you don't like It. Even in one day, you miss him.
There's no need to get up, since the odds of meeting George after last night are about zero out of one hundred. But still you force yourself out of the messy sheets and head down stairs to find some thing to eat.
You're mind is racing too much to be able to go back to sleep, anyways.
~
Half way through the day at 12:30 precisely, you decide to go for a walk in George's neighbourhood. His neighbourhood is so peaceful. It always gives you time to think. And right now that's exactly what you need.
It's only been a day, and you're feeling so weird without George's company. You usually spend every day together. Every hour together. Sometimes, a whole twenty four hours.
You recall the times you pulled all nighters. Or the times That you ended up falling a sleep just twenty minutes before midnight, and you woke up in George's lap. He hasn't even moved a muscle, worried you might wake if he did.
And then you notice something. You care more about George then you do about your boyfriend( or ex now). This realization leaves you even more confused.
Finally, you arrive on his street. You study his house nervously, all the memories you two shared from inside, returning to you. You have the urge to run up to his door, but his cars not even in the driveway.
