With you- a george shelley fan fiction

chapter four, Jess' p.o.v.

The following day I stood at the entrance of the park, waiting for George. I thought back to this time last week when I was miserable and insecure. I wasn't perfect, but each second I spent with George I seemed to be getting stronger and coming out of my shell. If someone had asked me to wait for them at the park this time last week I would have laughed at them, resulting in a fight. But here I was alone and waiting for the boy I had only met a few days ago and already, I had fallen for him. Somehow he caved all my walls in and I think I did exactly the same for him.

I had been waiting for a good fifteen minutes when I saw a black car pull up at the front of the park. Inside of the vehicle sat the person I had been waiting to see. The thick mop of brown hair, the perfectly shaped face and the eyes. Every time I looked in his eyes I noticed something different, the way they went darker around the middle, how they shone and how they changed with every emotion. His smile grew wider when he saw me and he began waving his hand around asking for me to get in the car. I giggled and climbed in embracing George in a hug before we set off driving. I didn't know where to, but I didn't care. I was with George. That's all that mattered.

After a short drive, we arrived at our destination. I gazed out the window and couldn't help but smile like a child. The relaxing sound of waves colliding with the sand filled the air and the sun shone high in the sky, causing the water to glisten and glitter. I stood by Georges side taking in the scenery before I looked up at him and squeezed his arm in excitement.

"George! I can't believe were at a beach! I haven't been to a beach since I was a little kid! Its beautiful!" I took a deep breathe, taking in the natarul salty scent that accompanied the sea.

The beach was deserted as we strolled, barefooted, down its never ending paths side by side.

"So George," I began "tell me about yourself."

George giggled making my stomach do somersaults, he looked down at me with a playful glint in his eyes.

"I'm George Shelley, I'm 17, I love coffee and I haven't had the best start in life." As he said this he sighed, I gave him a reassuring smile.

He continued, "I found this beachwhen my life had gotten so bad I didn't know if it could get any worse, its peacefulness calms me, allowing me to think through everything that has happened." He said, a smile returning to his lips. "What about you Jess?" He asked.

"The names Jess Parker, I'm also 17 and have a strong passion for playing the piano, but I haven't had a chance to play it in the orphanage, so I secretly write music instead." I atted putting my fingers to my lips. "Secret," I winked at him.

The day carried on with mine and Georges random conversations, laughing aloud and sharing secrets with each other. Many of my secrets were now George too, but I didn't mind. Something told me this boy had experienced to much pain to hurt me. The beach was fast becoming my favourite place too, we weren't interupted by anyone or anything. Just me and George in our own little world.

We walked back to the car in a comdortable silence lost in our own thoughts and taken in the beauty of the beach for one last time. Grey clouds rolled into the sky and before I knew it small raindrops were landing on my skin, I became wet and started to shiver. George wrapped his arm tightly around my shoulder trying to keep in warmth we broke into laughs at his failed attempt. As the rains speed increased so did our walking pace as we tried to escape the torrential storm overhead. As we were approaching the car park I felt an arm snake around my waist and pull me in closer to his soaking wet body.

"George!" I shouted over the echoes of tiny teardrops falling all around us "we need to get in th-" I was cut off by a pair of soft lips meeting mine. I took a few seconds to realise what was happening. George was kissing me. I kissed him back as the rain soaked us to the skin. Running my hand through his wet hair a smile spread across my face as I pulled away, his arms wrapped protectively around my waist.

The way home we shivered trying our best to keep warm, who knows what people would say when I got back to the orphanage. But that didn't bother me I knew what had happened and I loved the thought of it. As we approached the orphanage I couldn't help but worry about George, he had been silent the whole way home and his hands were gripped tightly around the steering wheel. The car came to a sharp stop and as I was about to get out George finally spoke again.

"Don't get involved with me." He said in a voice so quiet it could be a whisper.

"George I don't know what you're talking about." I said confused.

He snapped his head around and his whisper turned into arritated shout.

"Everyday I see you and I don't understand you, jess can't you see? Your far too innocent to be getting involved with me, all I will do is hurt you!" He roared at the top of his voice.

Tears threatened to spill as I shouted back at him, "so you lead me on, you make me believe you like me, you kiss me and now you don't want anything to do with me?!" I shouted. But George didn't shout back, he focused his eyes on the road and ran his hand through his hair.

"Get out" he growled.

I stormed out of the car, slamming the door to show my anger. A perfect day. A perfect boy. And I had to ruin it. Well played Jess.

I guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your war path.