Still // g.d

.14.

  Me and George finished the movie, which was decent. I jumped a few times and George laughed at me, he also tried to scare me. Which worked. But spite that, the movie was fun.

" what was you're favorite part?" I ask walking out of the theater, the sky now dark.

" scaring you." He says smirking at me.

" pfft." I say playfully rolling my eyes.

" where to now?" He asks wrapping his arm around me.

" we can hang out at my place?" I suggest looking up at him.

" if be down. But what about you're roommate?" He asks.

" eh fuck her. I don't really care what she thinks. " I say shrugging.

" I don't want you getting in trouble or like getting kicked out." He says.

" she won't. She's never threatened to. And she needs to get used to you being around. " I say getting to Georges car.

" whatever you say, darlin." He says, the pet name making me blush.

I smile and turn on the radio on, sole Justin Bieber song playing.

" hell yes. Fucking love this song." He she's turning it up. I laugh at him as we start to pull out of the parking lot.

  " take a picture with me!" I say pulling my phone out and opening my camera.

" I don't like being in pictures." He says.

" cmon. Please?" I beg.

" fine." I snap a quick picture and look at it.

" look at you! You're so cute." I say in a weird voice smiling at my phone.

" eh whatever." He says smiling and continuing to drive.

" can I post it?" I ask opening Instagram.

" if you want. Fans might see it and start stuff though." He explains.

" hm. I don't think anyone will see it. And I don't really care." I say shrugging and posting the picture.

" it's cute." I say showing him the picture.

" I think you're pretty cute." He says.

" oh please." I say. " do you have a bottle of wine at your place?" I ask.

" yeah I think so." He says.

" you should grab it, I don't have anything to drink at my place." I say looking at the headlights illuminating the street.

" alright." He says. And almost right after that his phone rings.

  " oh lord." He groans and answers it. " what mate?" He asks.

I don't hear what's said on the other end, but I assume it's Matty.

" no, not tonight. I'm with Molly." He says Into the phone. Which makes me feel bad.. am I taking him away from his friends?

" shut up, I'll see you tomorrow at rehearsal. Later." He says hanging up the phone.

" sorry about that. Marty's a dick." He says smiling at me.

" I mean, if you need to be somewhere else.." I say looking to my legs.

" no, I don't. He just wanted me to come over and get fucked up with him. I'd much rather be here with you anyway." He says placing his hand on my thigh. I smile and look out the window, feeling my cheeks heat up. I then glance at his hand on my thigh. His hands were particularly large. I also noticed a rectangle tattoo on his thumb. I've noticed it before, but wasn't sure what it meant.