Obedient Servant (Geollie) (Hamilton) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 4

In the few months that had passed, Ollie and George had become good friends, and would usually spend their time "working" talking and laughing together.

Ollie said goodbye to George and picked up his old bag, ready to leave.

"Ollie?"

"Yes, George?" Ollie replied, turning his head around curiously.

"I have a day off tomorrow" George began. "I was just wondering, we always spend time at my palace, it must get boring."

Ollie gave George a curious look and turned the rest of his small frame around.
"What do you mean?" He inquired.

"I was just thinking, maybe we could spend some time at your place, I mean, my palace is great and all but we're constantly being watched!"

Ollie nodded "Yeah that sounds cool." He replied, almost without thinking. "I'll come around to yours, and we can walk back to mine."

George nodded, satisfied with the arrangement.
"Alright, see you tomorrow, as always."

"Bye" Ollie smiled, as he stepped out of the room, and closed the door.

It wasn't until he was halfway home he began to regret his decision.

"What if he hates my house?" Ollie wondered. "It's tiny compared to his palace...or any house for that matter."

Ollie arrived at his house, located on the very outskirts of the city. He pushed open the broken wooden door into his house.

His house was just one room roughly the size of an average kitchen. Its walls were made of cold stone, and the floor was nothing but old driftwood pressed into the mud floor.

In one corner, he had a small mattress, an old worn down blanket and an old pillow, and snuggled into it was an ancient black cat who was fast asleep.

In the other, was a small, makeshift stove and a small box for a counter, upon which was a bowl paired with a knife and fork.

He threw his bag on the floor beside the door and approached the cat who lay peacefully on the pillow.

"Hey there James" Ollie greeted in a soft voice as he gently shook the cat awake. "I missed you today."

He lay on the bed, and let the now awake cat crawl on his chest, and close his eyes.

"George is coming tomorrow" Ollie whispered to the cat. "I'm nervous, what if he doesn't like the place."

Ollie was proud of his house, he had spent most of his money just on buying the place, before that he just slept on the streets. He hadn't told George any of this, as the subject never came up, he wished he had now.

Ollie sighed as the cat softly purred on his chest. "What if he hates it? And then hates me and-"

His thoughts were interrupted by others.

"What if we don't even make it here? I live in a dangerous area, if George can't blend in, or is recognised we could get robbed or killed or both!" He exclaimed.

Back at the palace, George was laying in bed, incredibly excited, yet nervous. He already had everything planned out.

He would wear a cloak over his usual clothes to avoid recognition, and he would bring over some food for them to share. Maybe they could even go around the city for a while and visit all the little shops.

It was only then that George realised he had no idea where Ollie lived. This didn't concern him though, even though he knew Ollie wasn't exactly first class, he figured it couldn't be that bad.