Be Careful What You Wish For... (George Shelley Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

See,the thing was,with George,I could be free,and act as crazy as I wanted,whereas back when I fancied Harry,I always had to change myself just so I could deem myself perfect for him. And I gave up on that after he pushed me over. When I wasn't doing ANYTHING TO ANNOY HIM AT ALL. For god's sake,I'm just singing,how the hell does that mean he can just push me over to shut me up? And it really hurt too. Ouchies. Anyways,with George,I felt special. I actually felt loved. Something that I definitely wasn't when I fancied Harry. George and me,see,we were perfect for each other. PERFECT. P-E-R-F-E-C-T. But what I didn't know,is that George was hiding a dark secret about his past. And he wasn't willing to tell anyone at all what it was. Not even me,his girlfriend.

He took me to his house,and I called my dad to let him know I was going to be home late and explained to him about the whole tutoring buisness. He said he'd see me later and hung up. And then I dashed up to George's room and started to help him out with his work.

"...and so basically,they are being biased against the decisions of the Prime Minister." I explained to George,my lips dry. I poked my tongue out and licked them. He caught me,and then backed me up to his bed,a mischievious look in his eyes. The minute I fell down onto the bed,he lept onto me and attacked me with a pillow. Instinct told me to put my arms up as a shield and then quickly grab a pillow myself. And we had a long-lasting pillow fight,and then I stopped when I saw George curled up in a little ball. I could see his shoulders shuddering,and I knew he was crying. So I put a hand on his shoulder,and then moved around so I was facing him.

And do you know what that trickster did? He jabbed me in the sides and started tickling me as I begged for mercy. Tickling is one of my weaknesses. Very annoying,but I get used to it. And then,he stops. I try to say something,but then he crashes his lips onto mine,and everything melts away. All my worries are gone,all thoughts vanished. I enjoyed it so much,that I didn't want it to end.I felt everything you would feel in the perfect kiss:sparks,fireworks,oceans crashing,EVERYTHING! It was immense,and I could still feel my lips tingling.

Then I looked at the time.

6 PM.

I had to get home,and fast.

George drove me home,and I thanked him with a kiss on the cheek.

Then,waving him a goodbye,I braced myself for the massive telling off I was going to be getting from my parents.