First Time In Three Years

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Nathan's POV
"Today was the day. The day I finally got to see my younger sister Y/N after leaving three years ago. Three whole years without my crazy little sister." I laid in bed thinking, but if I wanted to be on time I'd have to get up now and it looked like George was gonna help with that.
"Wake up big boi!!!!" George said blasting his air horn in my ear.
"I'm up!" I try to yell over the annoying sound of the horn. I didn't really feel like going to the airport alone so I got an idea. "Come to the airport with me?" I asked.
"Sure bud. Why not. When are we leaving?" He asked.
"Uhhhhh fifteen minutes tops." I replied rolling out of bed, almost face planting on the floor.
"Alright let me go get out of my pajamas. Meet you at the door at," He looked at his watch showing 7:30am. "Meet you down there at 7:45?"
"Sounds good." He nodded and left out of my room so I could get ready. I put on a blue Unspeakable merch shirt, some jeans, and a navy blue merch hat as well. I glanced over at my alarm clock, 7:44. I was right on time as I rushed down the stairs almost tripping over my own feet I yelled for George, who was sitting in the living room waiting for me.
We decided to take his m4 so I could drive because Lord knows if I even mentioned anything about driving the r8 he would go into a lecture about that being his baby.
Your POV
I stood at the entrance of the airport for at least twenty minutes before seeing Nathan pull up in a nice looking car. He rolled down the windows and told me to put my belongings in the trunk. He said his friend George would help.
I looked up to see a tall deep brown headed guy with really pretty blue eyes. Our eyes me for a split second before I looked down and handed him one of my suit cases. I grabbed the other small bags and began to follow him to the trunk of the car. My short legs could only go so fast but he didn't have a problem he looked like he was 6 foot something.
George's POV
As I lifted her bags into the trunk of my car I began to try to make small talk. "So ," I said awkwardly "How old are you? Nathan told me he had a little sister just not how little of a sister." I said trying to explain my reasoning for the question.
"I'm thirteen. What about you?" She asked. Her voice was so soft like she didn't have a care in the world what anyone thought about anything about her.
"Oh I'm nineteen. And you got a name or what?" I asked laughing trying to get over the fact she was thirteen and it could never happen even if we wanted it to.
"I'm Y/N." She said reaching out a hand for me to shake.
"I'm George," I said grabbing her hand and shaking it. Shaking her hand felt like grabbing a pile of feathers. "You can sit upfront with Nathan if you want. Just don't let him crash my car."
"No you're fine it's your car, you can ride shotgun." She said genuinely appreciative of my offer.
We loaded the last of her bags and shut the trunk. I walked around the car and opened her door like a gentleman I am. Then I want and buckled in upfront. Why is she so cute for thirteen. My life was about to become much harder than usual.
Your POV
I buckled up as we began to pull out of the airport parking lot.
"So, Y/N you still a big fan of ItsMooseCraft?" He asked.
My cheeks began to get hot. I knew I was blushing. Behind the embarrassment I began to speak, "Yea why?" I said clueless like I had no idea George was moose himself.
"My best buddy George here is Mr.MooseCraft himself." He said. I pretended to fangirl. George began blushing too but it was a cute kinda blush.
Ugh I had to stop thinking that he could get in serious trouble if we even got the idea of dating. Nineteen and thirteen don't mix age wise. I kept telling myself it was just six years but he was over eighteen. I grabbed my neck pillow out of my purse and went to sleep to get my mind off things.

Hey guys your author here. Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. It's 1:05 am where I'm at so imma go to sleep. But don't forget to follow me. Love y'all. 👅✌

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