10: thoughts II

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by gvnnsforhands

by gvnnsforhands

[ian]

I don't know what I want.

Urges. Fuck.

After Anisa, all I could think about was George. How his eyes crinkle when he laughs; chink eyes looking even smaller. How his messy hair falls into his eyes. How his voice sounds like melted butter, soft and smooth. How nice and plump his lips were, and how nice it was kissing them.

Gay shit like that.

I bought tickets to New York; the flight being a day from that moment.

I remember him scribbling his address onto my arm, and me taking a picture of it. And so I went.

He was wearing my shirt when he opened the door. It was even the faggot's own merch.

We watched alot of movies; like fucking Juno, George being the hipster he is.

We went rollerblading too. Of course, I fell on my ass while George looked beautiful.

Gay shit like that.

People thought we were dating, which I didn't really mind hearing.

He blushed all over, even his pink clothes couldn't compare to the color of his cheeks.

We cuddle in bed all the time, mostly unintentionally, but I don't mind.

Gay shit like that.

He convinced me to marathon Mr Robot with him because he thought Rami Malek was hot. We cuddled on the couch watching it.

During the end of the season 2 finale he kissed me.

I kissed back.

He contently sighs; how adorable.

All I could think was: Finally.