❝WHO SAYS THAT WE HAVE TO LIVE
our youth recklessly? i'm fine
living my own way. i don't have
to dance on tables or dye my
hair crazy colors to prove
i'm young and living life
to the fullest.❞
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠�...
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Have you ever felt like the human embodiment of a rainbow? Like, nothing could ever go wrong? Like life is just incredibly amazing and euphoric?
George felt that way after his date with Briar ended.
She sang her song to him and it was as though an angel from heaven was looking him deep in the eyes. He'd never fallen this hard this fast for anyone ever before. (Of course, he'd lied to the girl, but he'd deal with that later).
The scrawny boy floated back to the flower shoppe. The brown-eyed boy was two seconds away from singing a One Direction song at the top of his lungs when the sensation of his phone vibrating against his thigh stopped him dead in his tracks.
Colette: george???
His jaw dropped and he replied with lightning speed.
George: oh god col i'm so sorry
The boy's brown eyes scanned the prior texts and, with each passing text, his stomach dropped farther and farther down. He felt like absolute trash.
George: do you still want me to come over?
He didn't want to go back into the flower shoppe only to leave, should she ask him to come over. Confusingly enough, her reply was quick and vague.
Colette: you can if you want
What the hell?
At the end of the day, he really wanted to make sure she was okay so he went. Hopefully, she wasn't saying that to be nice and actually would let him in once he got to her place.
Little did he know what he was about to walk into.
**
Colette's door looked just as he'd thought it would -- Christmas lights outlined the door itself and a big, purple 'C' was smack dab in the middle. Typical Colette.
George shuffled from one foot to the other with nervousness rushing through his veins. "Colette?"
Alas, the person who opened the door most certainly wasn't Colette.
