Who are you?

Chapter 2

(George's POV)

Sunlight assaults my eyes as I rise to turn off the annoying alarm demanding I awake. Why the fuck do I set those?

I sniff the air in hopes to guess what breakfast is being prepared. I'm then hit with the realisation that I am not in my cozy bedroom under my Thomas the Tank Engine covers I refuse to get rid of. In fact, quite the opposite.

I don't even have a bed here yet. My makeshift bedding spread across the floor in a careless fashion and a ball of clothes in my arm I can only assume to be my pillow.

My attention snaps from my sad attempt at a bed to the voices outside my door. Mentally noting that the walls are thin, I make my way towards them.

"I think he actually fuckin broke it"
"Here let me-"
"Ow!"

Guilt washes over me as I recall last night however it is soon replaced with anger. What kind of prank is giving your anxiety susceptible friend a panic attack?

Stepping away from the wall, a crunching noise is present beneath my feet. I lift my leg and look at the damage caused.
It's a pile of paper or attempted cards.

I crouch down and pick up one for inspection.
The first card reads:

Hello Mr. Short,
My name is Fraser and is like to formally apologise for what we did last night.

P.s. I swear it was all Alex's plan.

The rest of the card was decorated quite nicely in glitter and stars. Although I wasn't pleased by "Mr. Short" I smiled at the effort.

The second card, a little more sketchy than the other read:

Dear George,
I hope you don't think I'm a bad person and I genuinely apologise. We did not anticipate your reaction but you have to admit that was fucking funny.

~The Scary Thicc Man (James)

The front of the card said "Sorry" in bubble writing with a hand drawn teddy bear underneath.

I neatly place it next to Frasers and go for what I'm assuming is Alex's.

Mate, I think you broke my fuckin nose. I'm not apologising.

-Fuck You Too

Yeah. Alex.
The front of the card sported one big hand drawn 🖕 to emphasise. I notice the fact that the hand only has 4 fingers. Can Alex not count or some shit?

I catch myself giggling at the stupidity of the whole idea of apologising in glitter and hand drawn teddy bears. Guess I should apologise too.

I pick a hoodie with "Shovel" on its front to wear for my improvised TED talk. Honestly I have no idea why I like this design so much.

I grip the cold door handle and pull it open. The creek rings through the corridor and the conversation outside comes to a holt.

I waddle through the corridor barely glancing a second at their silent expressions.

"Where's the cereal?"
No response.
"Uh, hello. Cereal?"

"We... don't have any food at the moment" Fraser responds.
"For fu-" wait.

I rush towards my room and quickly unzip a compartment of my suitcase. I pull out my favourite cereal, Frosties. My dads really do think of everything.

I exit my room in joy holding my box of frosties.
"Wait what?" Alex questions, who I've noticed has a large bandage over his nose.

"Want some?" I say pouring a bowl for me.
"Fuck yes." James responds grabbing a bowl for himself.
The other two eagerly follow in suit and soon the box is empty.

"Right lads," I announce in the middle of my feast.
"Last night wasn't how I expected us to meet so let's pretend it never happened"

"I cheers to that," James says, hoisting his bowl to the air for a breakfast toast.

Maybe I can get used to these dorks.

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I swear we meet Will in the next chapter. Give us some feedback or something.

- Your cash trash boi