Temporary (Georg Listing Fanfic)

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I patiently waited for the guys to get ready so that we could go to the beach. Though this point I wondered if it was even worth going since it was late. We were supposed to go after I had taken a shower but an promo opportunity came up, thus leaving our plans on hold. Applying the finishing touches to my makeup which wasn't much because we were going to the beach.

"Hey," greeting Georg softly coming into backroom. He took the seat next to me, patiently waiting for me to finish.

"So, Bill is still getting ready, Tom is taking a shower, Gustav is talking to his wife, and Alan suggested that we start walking ahead since he doesn't want you to miss the chance to see the beach," once he explained the situation to me, we both decided to head out.

A gentle breeze blew through my hair, as he led the way down the street. The night was quiet. The only noise coming from the cars that drove past us as we made out way to the boardwalk. Bright lights illuminated the night, giving it life.

"Come on let's lay down," Georg suggested as he led a spot near a bridge on the beach. There wasn't many people on the beach. Every now and then there was a splash that indicated someone was in the water. It felt peaceful. Almost as if nothing could hurt you if you just stayed there.

My eyes wandered to the blanket that was laid out a few inches from the table. I didn't think anything bad about it just threw me off, as to what might have been expected from this night. Deciding to make the first move, though once again I was unsure of what I was making a move for, laid down on the blanket. I let out the breath that I didn't even realize I was holding, finding comfort in the stars. Shortly after I felt, Georg lay next to me as he placed his hand in mine.

"Tell me about yourself, Tana?" he asked me. His voice soft, careful not to disrupt the peace.

"Besides photography. I want to know the real you," he said as he turned his eyes to me. I didn't even know where to begin, no one had ever wanted to know my story, and it felt good to know that at least someone did.

"Well, it's a long story," I explained, letting out a fake laugh, that even he would notice wasn't true.

"I don't care. I have time," squeezing my hand, he looked at me again like I had before.

"I am the oldest of three. Both my parents are from Mexico. When I was 9 they divorced, and it was messy. Eventually, it settled down, my parents remarried to other people, and it seemed like everything was going to be okay. My dad that same year had brought me this small polaroid camera for Christmas, and it was love at first sight. Later he got a new job a few weeks later with much better pay, and he put in photography classes," I paused to stop the tears from falling.

"Is that how you got into photography?" Georg assumed correctly.

"Yeah. Christmas, and it was love at first sight. He always brought me new lenses and cameras whenever he could but after two years he cut ties with us. One day, I got a call from him saying that he wanted nothing to do with me or my siblings, and I can't say that I saw him again. That was like the block in Jenga that you pull and everything collapses. Since he stopped paying child support it became hard on my mom to raise us. No matter how hard my mother and stepfather worked money was just not getting to the house. I had only a year left of high school, I knew that I had to get a job in something. I didn't really care what it was as long as I was able to help my family out. Actually the day that I got a job at the fast-food restaurant, I went home and found my mom crying. My stepdad had left, he said that the pressure of constantly being broke was too much. It was a time where we need to be united as a family, but my sister didn't feel the same way. She became rebellious which was fine but on my mother it wasn't. My sister always found ways to spark up fights with my mom. About a month after, my stepdad left she came home with emancipation papers, my mom disagreed and said no, she wasn't going to sign the papers. I don't ever think I'm going to forget the face Rivers face when she looked at my mom and said that if she didn't them she was going to call social services and tell them my brother and I would go days without eating. Which was a total lie, even if my mom didn't have the money she always found food for us. But that really didn't give my mom a choice, and no matter how hard I tried to convince Rivers to stay, she didn't. And eventually, my photography career kicked off, I told you about that. To this day, it's just my brother and my mom, my little family," I finished the long painful story that was called my life.

Georg laid there silently, I guess taking in all this information that I had dropped on him. Instantly I regretted telling him, I knew that he would find a way to add to the pain. He remained quiet, as his thumb stroked mine.

"Can you at least say something?" begging him, I sat up. He quickly followed my movement and placed his head on my shoulder, place a small kiss on it.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through all that. I can't imagine what you must have felt or thought. There's only so much that a girl your age at the time could handle and that was beyond that point," he said, recreating his signature move on me. Turning my head for me to face him, and went in for a kiss.

"Stop," I pushed him away. My gaze turning away from the waves that crashed against the shoreline. I could hear my name start to form in his mouth but before he could let it out I spoke.

"I just want to make something clear. I don't do this," I outstretched my arms for him to get the idea.

"But when I'm with you, I forget my morals and I give in so easily, and I have no clue why. I don't have feelings for you but for some unexplainable reason, I love being near you and being so close to you. And I just wish you would stop teasing me and making me feel so wanted," I shouted frustrated at my emotions.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop if you want me too," he said standing in front of me as he nodded in agreement. His facial expression was undeterminable, it seemed upset, but kind of sad. I didn't even know. The one thing that I was sure of was that I didn't want him to stop, even if I had convinced myself that I did.

"That's the problem I don't want you to. But this is wrong, so wrong, Georg, you have a girlfriend for fuck's sake," I spoke softly, looking straight at him. A smile crept onto his face as leaned closer to me. I knew that by that smile, his next move was not going to be good so I tried to slide back with no success.

"She doesn't have to know," was the last thing I heard before our lips connected.