⚠️ very slight derealization ⚠️
the drive is quick.
five minutes tops.
7:02
just on time.
I wonder what George is thinking about.
does he have the same anxious feeling as me?
or is he completely comfortable with himself?
he's had a light smile on his face since we got into the car.
maybe he is comfortable.
"welp.. are you ready to get this show on the road?"
that's the most American thing I've ever heard him say.
I can't help but chuckle a bit.
"ready as I'll ever be."
the room is filled with slightly drunken teenagers and flashing lights.
it's loud and slightly hot from all the body heat around.
everyone is dressed nicely, but their actions do not depict their style.
I nudge Georges shoulder.
"maybe we should just stick near the back for now, the beggining is always a bit crowded."
he simply nods.
finally, the music and heat becomes a bit to much for us.
we take a step outside.
it's practically a ghost town.
dull street lamps barely lighting up the area surrounding us.
I look down at George.
the cool wind of the night pushes his hair to one side.
he brings a hand up to fix it but I beat him to it.
wait.
is this weird? I didn't really ask him, I just kinda.. went for it?
what is this feeling?
I slowly run my rough hands through his crinigerous hair.
I can practically feel each individual strand ran against my skin as my hand surfs through.
as my hand slowly drops down to his shoulder, all I can do is stare.
there's no way he's real.
none of this is real. this whole environment I'm in.
this boy can't be real..
can he?
there's a warm feeling around my torso.
I look down to see the smaller it clinging onto me like a koala.
I hug him back, a bit to aggressive.
he is real.. and he's mine..
