All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Five -

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Is that George? I stare at the him entering the hospital with a boy. No way, that can't be him. Can it? How is he here, in America? In school, I always had a crush on George. How could you not? He's absolutely perfect. There was only problem. He wasn't gay. Well, I didn't actually know if he was gay or not, he never had a girlfriend in high school and I would know since I pretty much stalked him. Constantly visiting his instagram, checking for any new posts. Checking his location on snapchat to see where he was. I know, that was very creepy of me. But I loved him too much to stop.

After school had finished, I knew George had it set that he was going to Brighton University. So of course, I applied there and got in. For the first year, it was very exciting seeing George on campus, walking to his next lecture, with that constant beautiful smile on his face. But then I saw him less and less. So I went to the office and asked if George was still here. To my disappointment, George quit university and I haven't seen or heard from him since. The next 3 years of Uni were very depressing. George was my happiness and he never even knew who I was. It was very hard for me to make new friends, so I was pretty much alone for the remaining years. I needed to forget about George, so I made all new social medias, not following him on anything. So thats when I decided to pack up everything and leave to America. But it seems like George had the same plan. 

I watch as he and the other boy speak to the receptionist. They seem very friendly with her. Does he come here a lot or is he just a nice person? Maybe they're dating? No of course they're not, she looks to be 60 years old. The blonde boy next to George is just watching him speak, smiling. I glare at him, even though he cant see me from where I'm standing. The two boys and the receptionist say their goodbyes and George walks off into the cancer ward? Why is he going there? Who is he visiting? My eyebrows furrow but then an idea popped into my head. I pull out my phone from my back pocket and open snapchat. Logging out of my current account then logging back into my old account. The moment of truth. Is this really George? Or is my head just messing with me. I'm secretly hoping it is George so we could maybe become friends?

I open snapmaps, and zoom in. And to my surprise, Georges cute, little person is there. My mouth falls open and my eyes widen. No way, this can't be real. I might have a chance with George, I cannot mess this up for a second time. I practically run over to my car, and sit in the drivers seat. I wait and I wait for George to walk out of the hospital doors. After almost 45 minutes of waiting, George walks through the doors. It looks like he's been crying. Please don't cry George. His friend walking directly by his side, looking down at George, frowning. The blonde boy wraps an arm around his shoulder and pulls him into a side hug. I can't help but feel jealous. Who does he think he is? Getting close to my George. The tall boy leans down and says something for only George to hear. I watch at George smiles that beautiful smile I will always remember, but I hate the fact the boy made him smile and not me.

I watch at both boys climb into a car. The taller boy is in the drivers seat as George can't drive. I remember that when I was eavesdropping in one of his conversations with an old friend of his. He said there is no point in driving, when you could either just walk and it costs a lot of money. If George and I were a couple, I would drive him wherever he would want to go. Without hesitation. It sounds very creepy, but I've liked him for god knows how many years now. He deserves someone who would be good for him. And that person is me.

They pull out if their parking space and drive off down the road. I smile before doing the same, following them. It looks like they're heading to town. What are they going to do there? I watch as the turn into a carpark, and they park once again. I do the same, getting out my car when they're far enough not to notice me. I'm now a couple of steps behind them. They both turn right, and make their way into the ice cream parlour. Raising my eyebrow, I slip in with them. I sit down in a booth, not far away from the til, so I can hear what they're saying.