Rich and George: The Power Couple

George's POV: Making Friends and Making Enemies

(A/N): Hey all! Just a few disclaimers before you start to read. Number one, this story is based off of another story I wrote called Max. You don't have to read Max first, but I would recommend reading both either way. Second, this story does deal with homophobia and physical violence, as well as alcohol. If these make you uncomfortable, steer clear and read one of my other stories. 

As always, thank you for your support, and happy reading!

My name is George Liam Williams. I'm a senior in high school, and I have probably the most amazing boyfriend in the world. All of our friends think we're so cute together, and that we have a connection like no other couple. Surprisingly, it didn't start out that way.

Yep, this is one of those stories. Boy hates boy, boy grows on boy, happy ending. Sorry for the spoilers.

But I really want to talk about how it came to be, and that I won't spoil (I promise). So sit back, relax, and enjoy whatever the hell this turns out to be.

I guess it all began in sixth grade, when all of the elementary schools combined. I never really had very many friends, but I was excited to turn over a new leaf and make some.

The first day of class, my homeroom was an hour long. The teacher sat me down next to a girl with shoulder-length black hair that was pulled into a low ponytail and green eyes. During attendance, I found out her name was Maxine. She was wearing a button down and khakis, accompanied by converse sneakers. I myself was wearing a pink vest and white dress pants. Let's face it, I looked like Andy from The Office.

"Hey," I said to her timidly. She looked at me blankly for a moment. "I'm George."

"Max Sekowski," she replied. She looked a bit anxious, which was understandable. I was anxious too.

"I like your hair," I continued. She clearly didn't agree with me, but gave me a nod anyway. "What do you like to do?"

"I dunno, write?" I nodded. She saw that I looked defeated, then quickly changed her tone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound mean or anything, I just get kinda nervous about school."

"No worries, I do too," I replied.

"Do you wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch?" she asked me. I gave her a nod, then a boy walked over to our desks. He looked a lot like Max, but with shorter hair. "James, this is George," she began. "George, this is James, my twin brother."

"Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too." He shook my hand. Man, was he handsome. His hair swooped over his forehead, and his eyes danced with curiosity. I didn't even question the fact that I was thinking about a guy like that. "So, Max, have you seen Sidney at all today?"

"No, he said he had math class with me."

"Oh, what period?" I tried to stay in the conversation.

"Third." I shook my head. My math class was fifth period. "Hey, George, are you in chorus?" Max asked. "Because I hate singing and I don't want to go alone."

"Yeah, I'm in chorus. I actually sing a lot at home and stuff. I take voice lessons, and--" Oh crap. I was rambling.

James smiled at me. "That's cool, dude. My brother here can't sing for crap." I nodded, and Max glared at James. "Oh! Sorry, he didn't tell you yet."

"What?"

"She, Maxine," Max pointed to herself. "Is a he, Maximillian. No big deal."

"Oh." I tried to think of what else to say, but nothing came to mind. Instead, I went with the classic "I have to go to the bathroom" excuse. I told them I would be right back and hastily left the room.