George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

Don't leave, please.

"GEORGE MILLER!" I scream as i pick up another shirt off his bedroom floor. "You need to learn to pick up your clothes yourself!"

"You need to learn not to nag me so much." Joji comes up from behind me and I jump in surprise.

"Little Shit." I growl at him and see his grin form as he walks by.

"Why are you cleaning in my room anyway?" He leans against his desk and throws and pair of dirty shorts in my face.

"You never clean it, plus this is my house too!" I throw them into the basket I've been putting his clothes into. "Plus you need to start learning to clean too! You never do anything around here besides make this place another mess!" My anger is at it's highest now and he just stands there.

"Nag." He says before walking out.

I cleaned up the rest of the house, and he never came home for the rest of the day. It had me rethinking why I even agreed to move in with him. Sigh, oh well. I go to my room and lay down on my bed. I get on my phone and see the old photos of us back when I first had moved into this house with him. I close my eyes and let the sleep take hold on me. I then wake to a loud shut and I sit up fast. I look around and it's now dark. I rub my eyes and stretch, looking at my alarm clock that says it's almost midnight. I slept a long time... And then I start hearing the music outside my bedroom door. Joji... I get out of bed and open my door to see more than a hundred people. 

"What the fuck?" I try to yell over the music. Some people look at me like I'm crazy and the rest just continue to dance and go on with their "party" in my clean house! I run into the kitchen and ask anyone if they had seen George. No one! Unbelievable. I rush over to his room bedroom and hear giggling inside. I groan and throw open the room to see a blonde on his bed, Joji in the middle of the room in his Frank shirt, ONLY his Frank shirt.

"Hey watch-" He looks into my eyes and he smiles. "What's up? Did you have a good nap?" The girl stands up and awkwardly walks out of the room.

"George, get all of these people out of here now!" I scream at him. "I didn't say this was okay."

"I don't need your permission for anything though?" He rolls his eyes. "Now you made her leave and I'll get blue balls from-"

"Eat shit." I walk out of the room and turn around to my room. I go inside and take out a bag from my closet. I start shoving shirts and underwear inside the bag as Joji walks in.

"Wait. Please don't. I didn't mean..." He shuts the door and comes over to me trying to shove everything inside of the bag. "Please, I'm sorry."

"Joji it's been like this for months!" I turn around and his lips land on mine. My body freezes and I look up at him. He pulls away and looks down at me. "You think that changes anything?" I turn to put my bag on my shoulder. "This isn't a love story."

"I want it to be. I'm sorry okay? Please don't go, I'm begging." Tears dare to pour into both of our eyes and I swallow hard.

"No, George." I walk past him and open the door, looking out in the crowd of people. "I'm sorry." And i walk out of the room, slamming the door in his face.