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i sat down in the pews with my family, waiting for the service to start. church was something bitter sweet for me. all though I had to sit for an hour listening to a man tell me how god intends for me to live my life, i get to see something even better.
george miller.
george is an upperclassman, not to mention the hottest guy in school. he just so happens to attend the same church as me. we have talked a few times, as we have been partners in art class before. as i'm lost in thought, staring at the beautiful man across the room, he makes eye contact with me.
shit shit shit
he gives me one of his signature smirks and winks at me. i quickly looked away, pretending as if i haven't been staring at him for 15 minutes. this is gonna be an an interesting service.
after the service, my parents were talking with the priest. somehow my name got thrown into there and how much i apparently love children, so the priest asked if i could volunteer at the child care center in the church. my parents decided to make the decision for me and say i would do it. now i'm sitting on the floor in the child care center as children run around me, squealing, screaming, and throwing clay around. i gave up a while ago.
out of nowhere, someone walked through the door. as if god answered my prayers, it was george. before i could ask him why he was even here, he saw the chaos in the room and decided to help.
"hey kids, who wants to hear a song?" george asked. the kids yelled yes and sat down on the rug, as george sat down in a chair with guitar in hand. he started to strum some chords and sing.
I can't get over you
Can't get over you
And before I die I pray that
I could be the one
That I could be the one
But I won't be no fun
If I can't have you, no one can
the kids seemed to be enjoying the song, watching joji in amazement. i couldn't help but do the same.
Highlights, in the limelight
Can you show me, to the nightlife
Baby I like, all colors like
But I want you, and I don't know right
Tell me more, I got a box cutter with your name on it
Tell me more, I can't stay this long on the same topic
I don't know you, but would I fall in love with you?
I don't have no social cues
I'm all for you
george gave one final strum, and ended the song. the kids clapped and cheered for him, which brought a smile to my face.
after a few hours, the parents came and picked up the children. after they were all gone, i turned to george. i had so many questions for him.
"why did you come here?" i asked.
"i volunteer here too. i try to as much as i can." george replied.
he's hot and a good person too.
"well thank you. you really helped me. especially singing to those kids." i said. george smiled at me.
"it was nothing. it was just something in wrote myself." george said.
hot, nice, AND talented? when does it stop.
there was a silence that hung in the air. suddenly, the mood changed. george took a step towards me.
"i know you've been looking at me during the services." george said in my ear, bringing chills down my spine. i could feel his hot breath on my ear. i couldn't speak, as if all of the air in my throat was gone. george looked into my eyes, then to my lips, then to my eyes again. then he licked his lips.
this man is doing things to me.
without warning, george grabbed my face and smashed his lips onto mine. i instantly kissed back, grabbing onto his shirt. the make out got more intense, as he was grabbing my hips and lifting me off the floor, placing me on a counter. he stood in between my thighs as i ran my fingers through his hair, tugging it slightly. i heard him groan softly in response. i then came back to my senses of what i was doing. i pulled away from the delicious kiss.
"george we shouldn't do this, not here." i whimpered softly, my lips swollen. george looked at me with a smirk.
"let's just be sinners"
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