Drabbles Are the Death of Me

Of Unrequited Feelings and Bad Timing

It's time. George took in a deep breath, trying to keep calm. He smoothened his clothes before nervously knocking on the door of Hunter's house.

Instead of Hunter greeting him like always, Sasha opened the door with fierce eyes and a scowl. "What do you want-"

Her glare lessened but her lips remained downturned. "Oh, it's you." George noticed that they looked particularly swollen. "You have the worst timing ever. Get in."

She moved out of the way and George shuffled forward with growing anxiety. Don't tell me . . .

There on the couch was George's worst nightmare. A blushing Hunter.

Oh no. George thought miserably. I'm too late.

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Okay, I don't know if this is going to make you feel sad, probably more sorry but I think it's an okay attempt. I wrote it all in one go, and had a pretty good time! It's in between 100-110 words, so that's nice. I'm loving the whole 'Of X and Y" title format. And I like the idea of this drabble taking place in the same universe as the first one, it explains why George turned away that girl ;)