Friends? (MemeNE)

VI. From a Beautiful Sight to Another

Besides Alex giving the duo the stink eye every once in a while, George and Will's friendship went back to normal. This was a reoccurring theme, these days really, their love-hate relationship questionable in stability. Normal was an overstatement though. Will was the first one to take note of the matter with a bucket full of denial at first, but he did anyways eventually.

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"I'll go get the bevs."

"Alright."

George sat at a roundtable in a packed pub. Without a reservation the boys could barely find anywhere to sit, they should've calculated upon the issue before they decided to conquer the night. However, the idea came abruptly, with both of them being bored out of their minds on a random Wednesday night. George gave Will a look of outmost tediousness and the latter knew something had to be done to avert ludicrously risky events from occurring. James found the Geordie's plan a bit excessive, blaming his exhaustion he called it a night instead of joining the other two.

So down in a bar, encircled by chatter and groups of football fans watching their team on a flatscreen George thanked Will for his whiskey cola on the rocks. The dirty blonde's scruple for going out and socialize vanished once he was promised that he didn't have to befriend new people or meet other acquaintances / friends just have his full attention on Will and the Geordie boy would do the same.

"I'd say I'm sorry for making you leave the house, but this is still better than being bored within four walls, right?" Will chirped sipping on his beer, right hand playing with the condensation on the side of his pint.

George followed the movement with his eyes, words a tad bit monotonous. "That depends."

"On what?" Will questioned, movements halted pupils focused on the boy's across from him.

"The atmosphere, your attitude toward me." George tapped his chin in thought then added. "Just the usual, you know."

Will was taken aback by the last part, he repeated it just to make sure his ears weren't playing tricks on him. "My attitude – what?"

The smaller man's nonchalance wasn't real but somehow he was selling his act. "If you wanna ignore my existence or not."

Will mildly threw his arms in the air with a huff. "Oh, come on, that would be a true dick move and completely impossible with just the two of us here plus shut up, you are a culprit of doing that too."

George shrugged with a sheepish smile, he supposed that was sadly true. Neither of them was better at treating the other right at times. He himself pinned it on his social anxiety, knowing wholly that his mental state only justified a portion of what he'd put Will through at times. As for the taller man, well, George never actually received a proper explanation, so he was clueless about the matter.

"Yeah, I suppose we're both dickheads at times."

Earthly green met ocean blue Will chuckled behind his glass providing no further comments concerning the topic.

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The pair talked and talked until an hour had passed, the crowd around them getting louder by the second. The brunette sometimes glanced at the tv displaying the London derby, not interested enough in the game to force George watch it. However, the cheers and cusses of overly enthusiastic fans were becoming annoying, it was difficult to hear one another over the uproars but neither boy was ready to leave yet.

"I saw a foosball table when we came in. Wanna check it out?"

George nodded, the corners of his mouth perking upwards, he beckoned for his mate to stand up and get going. Will obeyed, fishing a coin out of his pocket to pop into the vacant machine.