WOSO One-Shots

Good and Gone (Georgia Stanway)

Watchin' that ice sink
In my glass, girl, and I think
It's too bad that it's Friday night
Just somewhere else with someone else
I'm by myself

I scroll through Instagram, until I land on Georgia's post, with her new boyfriend. Some rugby player, Ollie or something like that.

She left me, for that?

Still got your old clothes hiding under my bed
Next, to your headphones, you said that you'd come and get it
You know I miss seeing you 'round
But I hope you don't show up right now

I have to admit, everytime I see or hear about her, I just fall into a shit storm of emotions. I always end up in bed, wearing her old Man City jumper, listening to the playlist she made for me, when we were still happy.

'Cause I'm gone
Sittin' and sippin' somethin' a little too strong
Taking a shot for everything that went wrong
And that's a lot, it's killing me
Killing me that you've gone

I find myself at the pub across from my apartment. Drinking my feelings out. The feeling of deja vú hits me. Hard.

Got you another man, it happened so fast
Two years, it took you two weeks to bounce back
It's kind of sad, you're getting good at moving on
I'm just getting good and gone, oh

I drunkingly grab my phone out of my pocket.

I miss you

Georgia: You are drunk. I'll come pick you up from the pub and bring you back to your apartment.

Getting good and gone
It hurts how you ain't comin' back
But baby, right now, it ain't all that bad, oh
I'm just good and gone
Sittin' and sippin' somethin' a little too strong
Taking a shot for everything that went wrong
And that's a lot, it's killing me
Killing me that you've gone
Got you another man, it happened so fast
Two years, it took you two weeks to bounce back
It's kind of sad, you're getting good at moving on
I'm just getting good and, getting good and gone

"Come on, let's get you out of here." She says, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the bar.

"Your hot, you know."

"And your drunk."

This whiskey burn, kind of taste like a lesson learned
I sweat the more I drink, the less it hurts
Oh, no, I'm not saying I'm good...
I'm just good and gone
Sittin' and sippin' somethin' a little too strong
Taking a shot for everything that went wrong
And that's a lot, it's killing me
Killing me that you've gone
Got you another man, it happened so fast
Two years, it took you two weeks to bounce back
It's kind of sad, you're getting good at moving on
I'm just getting good and, getting good and gone

Georgia helps me down onto the couch.

"Do you want me to stay?" She asks.

"Sure."

She sits down next to me and flips on the TV.

"Are you cold?" She asks.

"Yeah."

"I'll get you a blanket."

"Do you still remember where they are?"

"Yeah."

She comes back a few seconds later, holding the blanket, that we had our first kiss in. She sits down and wraps it around the both of us.

"What do you want to watch?"

"The Fosters?"

"Yeah."

She logs onto Netflix and selects the show. The first episode starts up.

I inch closer to her, every minute. I put my head on her shoulder and she wraps her arm around me.

"Lex, I still love you."

Getting good at moving on
You're getting good at moving on
I'm just getting good and gone
Oh, yeah (It's kinda sad)
You're getting good at moving on
I'm just getting good and gone

I look up to her and kiss her. She quickly escalates the kiss.

We break, in the need for air. "So much for moving on."