"Mum" I yelled over and over until I found her lying on the floor with the body of my 22 year old dog. Not breathing. "He's... dead" she sobbed while choking on her words Myself crying, we both lied on the floor while I remembered the great times I've had with my dog respectively named Perro (dog in Spanish)
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I remembered the time where I took him to the park in his blue and green thermal vest and his favourite ball. The grass was a lot greener back then.
I sobbed as my phone started vibrating, will was calling
"Hey you alright you left in a rush" "He's gone, he's gone, he's fucking dead" I screamed "It's gonna be alright, who's dead?" "Perro, my dog. He was gonna move in but obviously not now" I sobbed into my phone. Fuck me "Hey I know it's hard, but we'll get through it, we'll have a funeral for him and we'll all go" "I'm gonna be here for a couple days my mums not the best right now just put all the box's into my room"
time skip 5 days, lola is finally back at the apartment after consolidating her mum and getting her dog cremated not wanting to throw a funeral.
"Hey guys" I yelled as I opened the door box's scattered everywhere around the place. Alex instantly got up and hugged me soon followed by George and Will Swaying me with there arms I felt at home. I started sobbing again I brought a little box with me with my baby's remains. "I loved him so much" I said sobbing as they let me go and they all had a good look at me George hugging me again not letting go. His hugs were warm and friendly. I'm not a hug person but I could get used to these.
I placed the box down on the kitchen counter carefully with his photo next to it they all got a good look. Alex knew Perro he was quite fond of him actually but I knew it wasn't hitting him as hard as me.
I walked upstairs to my room to unpack I needed to get my mind off of something "Hey can you help me" I yelled from the top of the stairs my room full of boxes. I chose the second largest room, im between will and George's room. It had a walk in closet which is mainly why I chose it. I opened my first box which was labelled "DESK/BEDSIDE TABLE" the boys opened boxes next to me. I dumped all the contents of my box onto my bed which the boys built and made for me. They respectfully made a video of it and I saw it.
Time skip 4 hours.
Nearly all my stuff was unpacked and put into its rightful place. Will was absolutely dead so he headed of to bed. Alex ordered us dinner before abandoning us to watch tv down stairs. George and I unpacking in the sweet silence, well my music was playing but silent from voices. "Hey um I kinda need to tell you this or else i will actually die" George spoke "Yeah go on" I said while squishing a box into the back of my closet "I fancy you, I have since secondary, maybe not a while after you nearly broke my arm but even when we weren't talking after secondary I didn't get into a relationship 1 year after secondary because I still liked you" I felt like I was hit with a brick. I was literally George's love and now we are living together holy shit "Umm I don't know what to say, I mean like I like you and I like like you but I don't know I don't think I'm ready to begin a relationship right now" I said focussing myself to George. "It's alright I get it but like you know I'm just one door down" I chuckled at his comment. Would I really date George? I don't know but what I do know is I need a fucking shower.
