George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

I Might Be In Love

George Miller, my best friend for about three years now on skype. We skype every night, and I mean, EVERY night. We don't talk much, but when we do we never shut up and I think that is amazing. We are loud, we are usually on our phones a lot, and I lose a lot of sleep and a lot of school time for him, but anything for my Joji. We have talked about see each other some time, but we both don't have the money, him being in Brooklyn and me being in (insert your city). I really would like to meet him sometime though, I'm sure we would be soooo annoying and just the worst. But together, we actually make a great pair. He love the same music, we have the same favorite artist, Pink Guy (wink wink), we love the same horror movies and hate the same dumb ones. We actually have these stupid, dinner nights where we make ramen and watch a scary movie on cable TV so we can watch it at the same time. We also like ramen, since I'm a sophomore in college that's all I ever eat anymore. Joji is pretty much in everything I do though, from the way I write to the way I think, he is pretty much in my thoughts and he is actually my favorite person to ever step into my life and change it, well, step into a group chat I was in. Joji and I met in a group chat dedicated to youtubers who suck, most my friends made it and I thought it was funny. Joji was a small channel at the time, yet he still had some really funny content for being a weirdo. We were yelling about terrible youtubers when Joji yelled, "Myself!" And I laughed really hard at his silly joke. I don't even remember how he got into the group chat and neither does he, all I know is that we have been talking ever since. I yawn and lean against my pillows that are stacked nicely against my wall, smiling at the big Japanese nerd on my computer screen. "And then I punched the old bitch and took her money!" He yells out and all I can muster right now is a small giggle from my exhausted ass. He smiles at how sleepy I am and he leans in closer to the camera. "You need some sleep, little girl?" I look at the clock and it's almost 5am already, good thing I don't have morning classes tomorrow. I nod and he gives me a bigger grin, giving a huge kiss to the camera. George was super sweet tonight since I had piles of homework that he helped me with so I wouldn't bomb my next exam, and he is just alway a sweet heart this time of night. "Alright, I'll let you get some sleep doll. Good night." I smile and wave at him. "Good night, George." I end the call and put my laptop on my desk next to me, standing up and stretching. I walk over and use the restroom, going into the kitchen and grabbing a soda before crawling back into bed and passing out as soon as I close my exhausted eyes.

*buzz buzz*
*buzz buzz*
*buzz buzz*

I wake up and the sun is shining bright into my little apartment window that I left cracked because it's always hot as balls in here whenever I wake up. I heard my phone going off and I grab for it, opening it to see tweets from George and texts from my mom. I sigh and look at the tweets first, which just brought me back to the home page. Huh? I search for George and it says he has me blocked. This cunt.. I groan and text him: unblock me you weeb or I will find where you live but I get no answer back. I look really hard up at the ceiling and feel my heart sink to my stomach. I reach over and take off my laptop from the charger, opening it and seeing George is "away" on skype. I try calling him on everything and I get nothing, which makes me even sicker. Maybe he hates me and doesn't want to be my friend anymore. Maybe he just got tired of my weirdness and didn't want to say goodbye... What if... My alarm to wake up goes off and I turn off my phone, getting up and getting dressed. I brush my teeth and put my hair up, thinking about George the whole time. I go to class and I think of George, I get out and walk down the street to my car, thinking of George. All the things we did and we he would even do this? I check and I still have 0 everything from him and still blocked. I get into my car and drive to my apartment, mentally screaming to myself how stupid I was to ever trust a guy like him into my life. He's youtube famous, he would never want to keep me. I'm nothing. I park my car in the parking garage and get out, going inside the apartments and start to sob as soon as I walk into the lonely elevator. I hit the button and I go up, feeling sick to my stomach as I realize I won't be on skype with George tonight for the first time in 3 years. I get to my floor and crawl out of the elevator, going down to my apartment and looking across the way to see box's and stuff in the apartment next to me. Great, another neighbor to ask for my stuff and never give it back. I groan and open my surprisingly unlocked door, I thought I locked this before I left. I shrug it off because I'm too depressed to want to think right now. I close the door behind me and hang up my jacket, going into the kitchen and putting some ramen in the microwave to cook. I take off my boots and wipe away my extra quiet tears, walking to my room and opening the door to a man standing in the middle of the room. I saw at the figure for a while before turning on a light to reveal his face, his beautiful chocolate eyes and his tall stature, complete with his dark black coat that matched his hair. "Joji." I whisper and he gives me his famous smile, making my stomach have butterflies like the first time I ever talked to him alone. "Hey." He says and I drop my boots, running into his arms. He gives me a low chuckle and now I understand why he has been keeping me away from everything, and why he seemed so excited last night. I pull away and look up into my best friends eyes, my jaw dropping as I ask, "You're next door?" And he nods. "I flew in as soon as you hung up. And I bought an apartment here for cheap so I could be closer, to you." I tear up a little more at his words and suddenly, a new feeling is replaced inside my stomach and heart as he rests his hand on my cheek and slowly leans in close to my face. As our lips touch, my heart beat grows faster and I can't help but feel like this might be right. That this might be a good idea. That I might be happy for once. I might be in love.