the boy next door •georgenotfound x y/n•

the meet

as you sit there on your newly made bed, you open the curtains to see the boy once again, playing on his computer. then you see a blonde boy on the bed that looked familiar, but you brushed it off your shoulder and continued on with your day.

you decide to go downstairs for some water and watch some tv with your dad. time flies by and it's already 9:30 pm. you decide to go upstairs and listen to some music and start writing. writing was one of your best subjects at school. math was not. you've struggled in math since the 1st grade. your now a senior in high school and turning 18 in a couple months and still don't know how to do basic math.

as you write in your journal about your mother and vivid memories of her you hear something.. it sounded like a rock being thrown at your window. you get up and look out the window. it's the boy. and the one from the plane. the dark haired boy places a piece of paper and his window with his number on it. you copy it into your phone and text the number.

(890) - 678 - 4226
you: hi! :)
george: oh hi, i'm george nice to... text you? lol :)
you: haha yeah
george: would you maybe wanna come over and hangout with me and my friend dream?
you: sure why not! :)
you: i will see you in 10 minutes:)
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* at george's house *

"oh hello! please come in, take of your jacket and leave it right there!" george said. he was so bubbly. it was kinda cute. i took off my jacket to reveal my cold skin. i went upstairs and saw him.

he was beautiful. he had dirty blonde messy hair and the most adorable smile. his eyes we're emerald green with touches of brown and the most long and beautiful dark black eyelashes. his face was scattered with freckles. i stares at him in awe.

i then take a quick look at george. he has the softest dark brown hair and the most wholesome looking eyes. his eyes were deep brown, almost black. and he smiled at me with his white teeth, almost perfectly white. he was quite short. but not as short as me. he had string arms but veins, not to visible, run through his arms.

"are you okay?" george says blushing a little bit.

"oh yeah sorry about that i zoned out a little bit my bad" i giggled. i never giggle i have no idea why i did. i sat on the bed as a furry cat approached me. he seemed to like me and cuddled with me for a little.

dream, or clay. came up to me and told me to tell him more about me. here we go. the longest story of his life.

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