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

Chapter 3

"WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL THIS?!" My dad fumed,he was so annoyed you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears,rising in light wispy plumes. I cleared my throat,as if about to speak,but Dad got there just before me. "You do realise what time it is,little miss?"

I nodded,and said,"It's 6 pm. I'm not too late." Mum shook her head at me sadly. "Yes,sweetie,but you were still late. I get the fact that you were busy tutoring someone,but really you should've left at half-past 5,instead of quarter to 6. We're only trying to protect you babe." I smiled inwardly at this. My mum was really pretty. She had strawberry blonde hair,the same colour as mine,and she was tall. She was thin too,and she had the same hazel eyes as me that sparkled when she was excited.

Stomping upstairs to my room,I locked myself in,and tossed my phone onto my bed. I thought about George. George. George. His name repeating in my mind,I slowly but surely fell asleep,dreaming about my handsome boyfriend.

"Ellie,Elle sweetheart,wake up,it's time for school." I heard my mum's soft voice say by my ear,and woke up slowly. Smiling at her,I got up,and brushed my hair. She came and sat by me while I did this long,arduous task,and said,"If you have tutoring tonight,tell me now,and I'll give you a time to be home by,okay?" I told her about my tutoring tonight,and she said,"I want you to be back at 7,okay? Let me know if you can't make it babe." I nodded,and she kissed me on the cheek,then said,"Breakfast is downstairs."

After eating my Krave cereal with Mum,I went upstairs and did my teeth. Then,grabbing my schoolbag and iPod,I left the house and set off for the bus that would take me to school. I felt a little drowsy though,as if my head was really heavy and my body couldn't take the weight of it all. The only good thing about today was that I'd be going to George's house after school,and even if it was just for tutoring,it would still be pretty cool.

As I got on with my own homework,I chewed hungrily on the pizza that George had bought for us to share not long ago,and smiled at the sight of him slightly scratching his head while he was trying to work out the answers to the questions I'd given him. I walked over to him and looked over his shoulder at the question he was stuck on. "Should celebrities be more careful with how they go out into the world,as paparazzi's are always on their case?"

In his messy handwriting, I saw he'd said,"Yes,because a paparazzi will always portray things differently to the way they actually are."

I nodded,and said,"Well done,that's a good answer." He grinned at me,and then stood up and started to kiss me.