Metanoia // George Ezra Fanfic

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I did not want to be on campus at 7:00 on a Friday night, yet here I was.

My Professor had made it clear that if any of us wanted to have any success with getting an internship that really fit our goals, then we would have to go to the internship presentation this evening. The only person that really convinced me to go was my best friend, Emma. 

Emma attended another nearby college, so we didn't see too much of each other unless we made real effort to see each other. She would remind me of this constantly, and guilted me into coming tonight.

We waded through the crowds into the auditorium, and tried not to step on anyone's toes as we found our seats on the third row - the one Emma insisted would be the best. Emma flipped through the guide excitedly, skimming over the different internships that would be available to those who were writing majors. Emma sat down, tucking her legs under her, and pulling out some lotion to put on her caramel-brown skin. 

"I've been looking into The Bluff Chronicle." She hummed, her black hair falling in her face as her eyes scanned the pages of the pamphlet, "Or maybe The Bama Star. I think that they keep pretty busy, and I do like a fast paced environment." 

"My uncle wants me to accept the internship from the Alabama Tribune. He says that he knows the editor." I say wearily. 

Emma raises an eyebrow, "Oh, I imagine that went over well with you."

"Hey, I was polite to him!" I say, slightly defensively. "Didn't make more than two sarcastic comments the whole evening. You would have been proud of me."

"I am very proud of you." Emma nods, "Did you tell him that Samson is the worst ever and that he should never set you up with a boy again?"

Sighing, I sink lower in my seat, "No, he still doesn't know. Nor do my parents."

She laughs at me, dimples forming in her cheeks, "You told Ruby, but you didn't tell your dad?"

"Ruby will keep my secret." I nod, "Sure, she and I don't see eye to eye most of the time -"

"You mean hardly ever-"

"But, she's still my sister and she trusts me." I finish.

"You think she trusts you?"

I pause, crinkling my nose, "Nah, probably not. But, Ruby isn't a snitch."

"Well, you know what they say - snitches get stitches. Have you talked to Samson since then?" Emma asks.

I huff, "No. After delivering the letter, he fell off the face of the earth. It's like...he's not even bothered. Or maybe he is bothered but he was just really offended by the letter."

"I would think he would have said something by now." Emma muses, "I have never known him to keep his mouth shut. But you still haven't explained to me how all that happened. Did you say you got some guy to deliver the letter?" 

Feeling myself blush, I start, "Oh, well, it's nothing really-"

"Hey, Everly!" I hear a deep, cheerful voice from behind me. 

My eyes widen and I turn around in my seat, faster than lightning. There sits George with a goofy grin plastered on his face. The scar on his forehead is curved in the shape of a C, his eyebrows are raised, and there is a highly amused look in his eyes. 

"George!" I say, the blush in my cheeks deepening to what I'm sure is a deep beet color. A string of colorful profanities tumbles around in my head like clothing in a washing machine.

"How are you?" George says in a friendly voice, "I didn't know that you are a writer too. Or that you attend school here for that matter."

"I'm - I'm all right." I say nervously, very aware that Emma's dark eyes are analyzing my body language and tone of voice with each passing second, "Yeah, I'm okay at writing."