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A Birthday To Remember (George)

I saw him from afar, sitting alone. I had been looking for him for a long time, and there he was, just sitting on a rock behind the school.

I huffed and paced over, a smile growing on my face. I had gotten him a gift for his birthday, I'd saved up just for him. The little package was gripped tight in my hand.

He heard me coming up from behind, and he turned around for a second before scrunching up his nose. He didn't say hello to me, which was a little unusual. I scrunched up my nose, like he had done.

"Hello, George," I said, poking his shoulder. He didn't answer. He stared at the ground, scowling.

I leaned in front of him, making sure he could see me.
"I said Hello!"

He still didn't answer. My shoulders dropped and I bit my tongue softly.
"George? What's the matter?"

He finally looked up at me. He crossed his arms tightly. He looked cross but I could tell he didn't mean it.

"Ye can't be around me anymore."

This took me by surprise, that's not what I expected at all. But I figured it was a joke, and smiled,
"Oh yeah? Why?"

"It's my birthday," he stated, flatly.

I rolled my eyes, but thought about the gift, "I know it's yer birthday, dummy-"

"Im 8 now. I'm too old to be playin' with girls. If I play with you and your sisters anymore, the lads will start thinking. Besides, yer only a baby."

"I am not a baby! I'm 6!"

"Yes! You are a baby!"

I scowled at him before he snickered. I mumbled 'I'm not a baby,' to myself. But I didn't understand. I scrunched my face in confusion.

"But start thinking what, George?"

He leaned in closer, making dead eye contact with me.
"They'll start thinking I'm gay."

I paused.

"What's gay?"

He thought for a moment.
"I think it's when a boy acts like a girl."

I started laughing at the thought. He flashed me a scowl, ceasing my laughter.

"But George, you don't act a girl."

"I know that, but the lads. They're different."

I nodded, although I still didn't understand.

I thought about his problem, and came across a question.

"But I see older boys playing with girls all the time! Why can't you?"

He scoffed. He turned all the way around, facing me. I felt that I had asked a stupid question.

"Come 'ed, Y/N. Haven't you ever heard of boyfriend and girlfriend?"

I fidgeted with my hands,
"I suppose."

We both stayed silent for a few moments. The other kids had all left the school, but George and I usually walked home together. The courtyard was silent.

"What do boyfriends and girlfriends do?" I asked, and this time, it seemed like he didn't have an answer.

"Well? What do you see them do?" I asked, cocking my head.

He shrugged, and squinted a moment.
"I think they hold hands."

I giggled.
"We already hold hands."

He thought a bit more, before continuing,
"They're with each other a whole lot. They go to the park and the theatre and different places together."

"George, we went to the park yesterday!"

"That's true."

I didn't like to see him upset. Usually, when either of us were scared or sad, we'd grab the others hand, so I did. He held it, nonchalantly, unthinking.

"What if we did like the grown ups do? We can be boyfriend and girlfriend." He suggested, although it sounded more like a question.

It sounded like a game. I trusted him with all my heart, so I nodded. Suddenly, the thought of his gift resurfaced.

"Oh!" I shouted, startling him.
I reached behind me and handed him a badly wrapped package of brown paper. He grinned a big grin and tore the paper off. Inside, a shiny red race car. He gasped and brushed the paper off his lap. He held it up to the sun, gleaming at it like it was made of gold.

"Happy Birthday, Georgie!"

He gave me a hug, as he did many times before.

"Thank you!" He giggled.

He held it in his hand, staring at at fondly.

"Is there anything else boyfriends and girlfriends do?"

He purses his lips, thinking. His face lit up, smiling at me for a moment.

"Yeah, they kiss."

My face scrunched up.
"Kiss? Like what Mum and Papa do?"

"I think so." He said, turning to his gift.

"How do you do it?"

"They just put their lips together."

"Should we?" I asked. I had seen people do this, though I didn't know why. It was just something that grown ups did.

"You are my girlfriend.." he shrugged.

I squeezed my eyes shut and felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes and I saw his eyes were shut tight, scrunching his face. My nose was squished by his nose. I closed my eyes again until we backed away from each other.

"That was gear!" He laughed.

For some reason, my face burned red. He hugged me again. I felt like a grown up and smiled at the feeling.

"Yer big nose squished mine George," I said.

"Yeah? Well ye squeezed me hand too hard."

We sat again in silence, and as the afternoon began to end, I asked to go home.

I held his hand as we walked.