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The next two months went by really quickly. The beatings from dad were getting fewer and fewer but the ones at school stayed at the same level. Everyday after school i would go to work and i would have a new bruise on my face and George would gush on about how unfair it was and how much he hated them for hurting me and everytime i would get all excited inside about how much he cared. We would often have moments where i would catch him staring at me over the counter while i would be stacking shelves with the newest crap from the charts and i would stare back for a minute or so then get all embarassed, blush like crazy and go back to my work. Jack seemed to be getting on well, he had made a new friend at Susan's, Lisa her name was, she was a wee cutie and Jack really seemed to like her so he got more and more excited about going to Susan's. which made leaving him there so much easier.
It was a month until my birthday. A month until i was sixteen. George seemed to be more excited about it than i was. He kept going on about how he had the most perfect present for me and i would tell him that he didnt have to get me anything but he would ignore me. I was on the way to work. It was Friday so i had a fresh bruise on my cheek and a swollen lip but it didnt bother me, this was one of the better days. It seemed people had decided to go easier on me and i had no idea why. I walked into HMV and George was behind the counter, looking bored. The shop was empty. I looked over at him and a smile grew across his face until he saw the bruises. Then concern and worry washed over his face.
"Oh Jess, does it hurt?" His voice was music to my ears. Shit. i really liked this boy.
"Not too much. It seems to be getting better. Less from Holly and her bimbos and less from dad. Things are getting better, not good but definitely better." He shook his head and smiled at me.
"Jess, i doesnt matter if its getting better, what matters is that its still happenening. Its been like what? Three years now?" I nodded sheepishly. I knew that but i couldnt think about it that way or i dont know what would happen.
"Look George, im fine. ok? Stop worrying so much. Now im going to ckean myself upand get changed and when i come out we are goingto be cheerful. Yes?" I put fake authority into my voice, hoping that he would take it as a joke.
"Yes sir!" He gave me a salute and pretended to march around. I giggled. Good everything was normal again. I got changed, cleaned up and went out to start the work. The shop was empty for most of the night and we got bored very quickly until my favourite song started playing from the speakers in every corner of the shop.
'Should I write myself out of the history booksand mark a place in time for every chance you took. Dont get me wrong i know you've got your life in place....'
George and i turnedto each other and fangirled a bit.
"Oh my god! I love this song!" We both squealed. for the next two minutes seventeen seconds we danced about and sang to 'Coffee Shop Soundtrack' by 'All Time Low'. By the time the song ended we were both out of breath from all the dancing and singing.
"Just as things start to get boring our favourite song comes on. Great timing!" George was grinning from ear to ear.
"What do you mean boring? I was having the time of my life!" I said enthusiastically. We both laughed for a while but then George got serious.
"Jess, I..." I looked at him confused.
"What?" He looked like he was stuggling to say something.
