❝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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George's hands had been shaking for more than half of the speedy ride back home to a mother who would kill him more likely than not.
"What do you think she's going to do?" Colette asked, hating the silence that flowed between the two of them.
George grimaced, feeling the impact of words and wounds that were sure to come soon enough.
"Couldn't tell you." he mustered.
At a red light, Colette turned in her seat to grimace at him. "You act like you're going home to the devil himself. She won't be that mad, you know? She'll be a little angry but don't worry — I'll be sure to take most of the blame."
As the car continued to roll along the streets of Liverpool, George couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"Good idea. 'S you're fault, after all." he murmured.
Colette didn't keep her eyes off the road, but she didn't have to in order to flip him off.
"Little prick." Colette said.
George broke out into louder chuckles, a fraction of his nerves fizzling into nothing. He wouldn't be doing this alone, after all. He had Colette by his side, and she was invincible. She had to be.
With her around, maybe George could be, too.
**
As soon as Colette turned onto George's street, he felt his stomach churn and his nerves spike. This was it. He was going to die, wasn't he? He'd never find out how Game of Thrones ended, he would never see Briar again and he would never get to go to another concert. His mother was going to wring his neck for defying her and she would be completely justified in doing so.
And Colette was going to watch and laugh her little lilac head off.
"Hey, why don't you just drop me off a few houses down?" George tried.
Colette wasn't having any of it, shaking her head and driving right up to the Morning Glory before parking the car. She was clearly hellbent on keeping her promise and seeing this through.
(Besides, his mom wouldn't kill him, would she?)
"Nice try, Gregory. I got you into this, and I'll get you out of it." she said before unlocking the car doors.
