Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where george thinks he's made up his mind

"So..." Emi spoke as the pair laid on the floor, their bodies the opposite direction but their heads next to one another.

George hummed.

"Last day, huh?" She asked.

"Yup..." George had an unsure tone in his voice. "Last day."

George was flying back out to the states tomorrow morning.

Summer was over.

The pair had been on an emotional ride that was still not quite over.

Despite her heart being slightly broken, she didn't want George to leave.

She wanted to kiss him.

Right now.

Just...

Turn his head.

Stroke his cheek.

Press her lips to his.

She wanted that, but now, she didn't think he'd have the same reaction that he did the first time.

She often wondered what had happened to the George Kusunoki Miller that had kissed her back and confessed in an airport that he returned her feelings.

Maybe where he lives changed him.

That can happen to a person.

"What do you want to do?" She asked.

"Just spend it with you." He said.

"You don't want to see your mom again?"