Still // g.d

.4.

" please, tell me where we're going." I ask getting more annoyed that he won't tell me.

" you don't do surprises, do you?" George asks me.

" guess not." I mumble.

" lighten up a bit. I don't think hanging out with me is that bad. " he says, looking over at me every now and then.

" psh." I say. The rest of the car ride was relatively silent, except for George tapping on the wheel and humming.

" you play the drums don't you?" I ask watching him tap the wheel.

" cos my tapping isn't it, yeah I am. Drives matty crazy." He says smiling at me. " by the way, you've gotta come to my show this Friday-" I cut him off.

" savanna was already invited by someone in your band, and she invited me, I already said yes." I say looking to George.

" really? Awesome. I'm quite excited for it. Also excited for you to hear our music." He says. I just smile and look at my lap.

" we're almost there by the way." He says

" are you gonna tell me now?" I ask.

" no, cmon we're like two minute away." He says smiling, but keeping his head straight ahead.

  We eventually pull into a parking lot to an arcade, one I've seen before, but never really bothered to visit.

" an arcade?" I ask.

" yes, I love this place. I usually go alone, but now I have you to go with." He says.

" loser." I say smirking at him and getting out of the car.

" kinda, but I hold the high score on the Austin powers pinball." He says, making me laugh.

We walk into the place, and it's a pretty typical setting. Just a few people standing around at different games, lots of flashing lights and cosmic noises.

" ooh, come here." He says taking my wrist and pulling me to a game with a large screen and two fake guns as the controllers.

" no one comes with me so I can never play this game." He says digging in his pocket and putting a few quarters into the game.

" what makes you think I'm gonna play this?" I say.

" oh cmon, Molly. Please?" He asks pouting out his bottom lip. I roll my eyes and pick up the plastic gun.

" yesss." He says picking his up too.

The game is some type of zombie shooting game, and the object is to see who can kill the most kinda thing.

After an intense battle, George won. I kinda expected him to, I'm not very good at any type of video game.

" good game." He says crossing his arms and looking at me intently.

" what?" I ask looking up at him.

" you're so small, it's funny." He says smirking.

" no, you're just tall!" I defend myself.

" you're like an arm rest." He says putting his arm on my shoulder.

" I'm literally 5'4 cmon." I groan.

" smalllll." He jokes with me. I just roll my eyes.

" so, Molly. What do you do for fun, or a hobby?" He asks.

" I don't do shit. " I say.

" I don't believe that." He says.

" well it's true, I do house work and sleep." I say crossing my arms.