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sorry if it got that bad -
ana tried calling after friday night. george couldn't stomach another date. eventually he grew tired of her, simply telling her that he didn't have time for a relationship. ana was a lot more aggressive than beth. this time, though, george couldn't be bothered. he had bigger problems.
george couldn't look alex in the eyes for the next couple days. he kept his answers short and tried his best to keep a physical distance. it was all extreme, especially since alex didn't know-nor would he ever. the boundaries were beginning to take a toll on alex. he tried his best to understand george, but he just couldn't find a reason as to why he was acting like that. alex could only take so much of the silence.
that thursday, half dead, george unlocked the front door. immediately alex was up off the couch. george hardly smiled when he saw his roommate, keeping his eyes on anything but him. alex frowned, frustrated and desperate, he stepped in front of george. with his arms crossed, he held his ground.
"can you talk t'me?"
"what do you mean?"
"are you serious?"
"move."
"no."
george groaned. "lex, please."
"the twins got picked up from school early. jace felt sick an' his dad got off work for the day." alex said, ignoring george's hostile aura. "an' oliver's in your room, he sto-"
"what!" george finally looked up, his eyes widen and his blood cold. he shoved alex aside, running to his room.
"hey, what the 'ell?"alex cried.
the sticky note. no, no, fuck sakes alex.
george threw his bedroom door open. on the edge of his small bed, sat oliver with the blue piece of paper. he held it as if it was the most delicate thing in the world. george froze, feeling all the color drain from his skin. alex, confused as hell, stood behind him.
"you found it." was all oliver said, a sinister smile on his face.
"put it back." george demanded.
"no, george, don't you see?" oliver stood up, smiling widely at his older brother. "you can call now. you can be 'appy again, george. you can stop pretendin'."
george shook his head, attempting to snatch the sticky away from his brother. oliver moved back, holding it behind him now.
"wha's goin' on?" alex asked, now realizing that this would not end good.
george, trying his best to hold back tears, turned to him. his cold blood was now boiling. it was all alex's fault. "you fuck everythin' up!"
full of fear, alex backed up. he had never seen such hatred in george's eyes. "wha-"
