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• Tᴜʀɴɪɴɢ Rᴇᴅ •

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Reece walked into his room, quickly changing out of the Black clothes that he usually wore when he was working. He rummaged through the drawer, picking out some basic shirt. He really needed to get a sense of style, but until then, these would do.

He quickly got dressed, eyeing up his phone that was currently residing on his bedside table. He and George has been texting a LOT recently these past few days, and Reece was surprised to find that he didn't actually mind when his phone 'pinged' every know and again, unless it was from someone like Elias.

He tugged his shirt over his head swiftly, willing himself to push against the strong, gravitating force that was pulling him towards his phone. He knew why: what if George had text him? He wouldn't want him to think he was ignoring him.

Sighing in defeat, he strolled over to his bed, picking up the phone to see a few messages light up the screen. He felt a smile reach his lips as he tried to press them shut, failing miserably as he read them.

George
Hey :)

George
Ugh Reece I'm bored! I need someone to talk to!

George
I know it looks like I'm spamming you but I swear I didn't mean to. But can I ask you something?

He felt his chest tighten ever so slightly as he read the last one, sent two hours ago. He wanted to ask him something. What did that mean? Was it serious? Reece started to internally panic, he had no idea what that implied.

What if he found out? That he was in a gang. His facade of a normal, innocent guy would be destroyed, it would diminish the small amount of trust he and George has built up these past few weeks. Gone, in the blink of an eye.

Reece felt himself freeze then. What if it was worse than that.

What if Blake told him that he didn't wear his seatbelt?

Suddenly a large noise rang out through the room, and Reece felt himself jump sixty feet in the air before his eyes locked with his phone in his hand, buzzing and ringing clearly. He let out a sigh of relief then, until he felt his panic spike.

George was calling him. He's never spoken to him over the phone, he didn't like phone calls at all. Not one bit.

Yet despite this, he still felt himself immediately click the answer button, holding the phone to his ear as he sucked in a deep breath. He could do this.

"H-hello?" The familiar voice on the other end was shaky and slightly brittle, causing all of his previous nerves to diminish into thin air, replaced by a newfound feeling of concern, a feeling he clearly wasn't too familiar with.

"George? Is everything ok? Are you-"

"Oh yeah, sorry I'm fine. I'm just- not very good at calls" he cracked a smile then, trying to hold in his laughter as he nodded his head. He stopped then, remembering that George couldn't actually see him.

"Oh, yeah. I'm not very good at them either. I'm terrible actually, it's embarrassing, really really terrible." He took a deep breath then, as he could hear George small giggle on the other side of the phone, making his heart beat faster no matter how hard he tried to calm it.

"Sorry I'm rambling, what was it you wanted to ask me?" He shouldn't be feeling like this, not when he was simply talking to a new...friend over the phone. That was a normal thing to do, right? Friends always called each other, but did they usually feel this nerve wracking?