nothing goes to waste

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(George's POV)

"Good luck, George." Anisa gave me a small smile as she pat my shoulder. I smiled back and walked out the house, combing my fingers through my hair.

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(Your POV)

Ever since that night, you've been doing better. Small conversations with George and every now and then, you'd see each other but nothing too much.

You didn't know Ian had told him to get you that night, and you thought about it a lot. You still talked to him and Max more than George, but he didn't need to know that.

You got rid of twitter within that time, and was always confused when Ian asked if you saw the posts he tagged you in or referencing them from time to time.

Currently you were on your way to visit Anisa and Ian, since you rarely saw her and she was staying with him for a while.

She was waiting for you on the porch with Ian when you got there and you assumed that she dragged him out here. You smiled and waved, the both of them standing up and greeting you.

Ian hugged you first, then Anisa. She stared at you with a smile, her hands still on your forearms.

"Its good to see you two." You smiled, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, especially since you've been busy and all that." Ian replied, walking to the door and opening it, inviting you inside.

"Oh god don't even remind me." You laughed and walked inside, placing your things on an island counter in the kitchen.

Anisa sat down in one of the stools and Ian stood behind the counter while you stayed on the side.

"How's you and George going?" Ian asked, smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes and glared at him. "I haven't spoken to him in weeks since he's been acting like a douche."

Anisa's eyes widened. "Woah wait, really? How?"

You shrugged. "I think the fame might be getting to him. He's just..he's not himself anymore. Well, at least to me."

Ian's eyebrows lifted for a second before he opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

"He's been pretty distant to me and Max since his music career is pretty successful than youtube," Ian said, putting emphasis on the 't' and taking a sip from the bottle.

"Huh. He acts the same to me, at least. Him and I don't talk much." Anisa said.

"I guess so. If the fame is getting to him and he starts acting like he's too good for everyone, then fuck that." You said, cocking an eyebrow.

Ian and Anisa stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

"Do you guys wanna..um," Anisa cleared her throat. "go eat something somewhere?" She asked, giving you a hopeful look.

"Sure. Let's go." You and Ian said.

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Anisa and Ian sat in the front of his jeep, and you sat in the back.

"Soo, where do you wanna eat at?" Ian asked when he stopped at a light, looking at both you and his girlfriend.

Anisa shrugged sheepishly, looking back at you.

"Aah, I dunno." You chuckled. "Just keep driving and it'll come to me later." You suggested, feeling your phone vibrate.

You saw that Tanner texted you, asking what you were up to. You guys didn't really talk as much so it must be him wanting to invite you somewhere.