Nick POV
Since practise at the start of the week, the day had finally come where we found out our practise schedules and what position we would be playing, we all had a rough idea as it was most likely similar to last year.
We walked with Karl over to the outside of the changing rooms where the equipment shed was. People crowded around taking pictures of the papers on display.
We finally made our way there and each searched for our names as Karl took a picture of the schedule and sent it to the group chat for us.
"We're the same as last year, let's go!" Clay smiled, nudging my shoulder "Who do you think will be captain this year? Do you think you'll be made captain again?" I ask and he shrugs "Schlatt will probably talk about it next practise"
We opened the group chat and all saved the schedule, taking a look at the times, it was almost identical to last year, there was just no more morning practises unless there was a game to practise for which none of us were complaining about.
There was only one lesson left of the day before the weekend came, we all had computing except Karl who took art. I told Karl to meet me after class as he wanted to stay over before we all go out the next day.
I sat next to Alex and Clay as we kept open an extra tab where we would play stupid games that we had access to like Gartic Phone or Draw my thing. It always kept us entertained, and it made computing one of our favourite subjects.
Karl POV
A couple days ago whilst talking to Greg I saw the last note he left me in our old chat and I still didn't understand what it meant. All that he wrote was "Im sorry" I didn't know what he meant but decided today I would bring it up to him.
I walked into art and waited in my seat for him. 5 minutes pass. 10 minutes pass. 20 minutes pass before he finally walks in, going over to the teacher with a note and then sitting in the seat across from me instead of beside me.
I pull out my notebook and find a clean page, writing and passing it to him. He shoved it back over to me so I wrote again, he reads it and finally responds.
K: Hey, why were you so late?
K: Greg please can we talk?
G: I got held up with the thing I needed to do
K: Oh, what were you doing?
G: Just helping a teacher
K: I need to ask you something
G: What?
K: Why did you tell me you're sorry?
G: For leaving you on the bench by yourself
K: Oh okay
K: You should stay round mine or come visit after school
G: My parents are strict, they don't let me out
K: Oh, Do you get into trouble much?
G: You mean at home or school?
K: Both
G: At home yeah, School not so much
K: Why not at school?
G: Cuz it gets me in more trouble at home
K: That makes sense
G: Maybe soon I could meet your other friends
K: Really?
G: Yeah just ask them not to ask me too many questions
K: Okay! When do you want to meet them?
G: Lunch on Monday?
K: Ill let them know
The bell goes off and I put my notebook and art supplies into my bag, handing in my work and walking to Clay's car. When I get there the others are already standing by it waiting for me.
"Clay said he will drop us off at mine so we don't have to walk" I nod to nick as we all climb into the car, the journey filled with the radio music.
He drops us off at Nicks and we wave goodbye. I follow Nick inside as we both briefly greet his mother before taking our shoes off and heading upstairs.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" Nick smiles as he flops down onto his bed as I sit down next to him, leaning against the wall.
"We can play games, talk, literally anything I don't mind" I smile and he nods, looking around his room. "Okay wait here I know what we can do"
Before I can say anything he left the room. I looked around and sat up on the bed, crossing my legs with my hands in my lap.
Nick was used to me staying round. If my house wasn't empty then my dad was home and neither of those things sat well with me. I had only told George about my dad as I used to stay with him.
I tell Nick that my family is out for the night and he offers to keep me company, he doesn't ask questions and he always keeps me distracted.
"Here look what I have" he brings in an old box, not much bigger than a shoe box. It looked a little dusty and the corners were dented.
"What is that?" I ask as he sits beside me on the bed. "Well, I'm not 100% sure I just know its some of Georges things that he left here, My dad found it when he was cleaning under the stairs" he states, using his hand to take the small layer of dust off.
He places the box in between us both and lifts the lid off, revealing some photos, a small blue bracelet and some paint brushes.
I pick up some of the pictures, most of them being of all of us doing stupid things and pulling weird faces. We used to always take pictures in the photo booths whenever we went somewhere.
"Hey look at this" Nick smiles, handing me a piece of paper. I give him the photos as I take a look.
Callahan: Whats up smelly's
Alex: Rude
Karl: Guys I'm bored
Clay: This class ends in 15 minutes
Darryl: Yeah but you guys have practise
Nick: Only for like an hour or so
George: Take as long as you want, Im going to get a milkshake
Clay: You wont come watch me? ):
Karl: Im coming with you George!
Zak: Kinda hope you guys become lactose intolerant
Callahan: At least you know their priorities
Darryl: I want a milkshake but I want to watch you practise
Nick: You need to make sure they don't drink too many
George: Clay we go watch you guys most practises
Alex: One minute left guys, Lets go
I smile and roll my eyes, putting it back into the box, Nick doing the same as he looked back up to me. We sat in comfortable silence as we thought back to those times and how different it is now.
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Kidnapped
FanfictionGeorge has been missing for a year, leaving his friends and family worried, nobody knows what happened or where he's been, what happens when he shows up out of the blue with a new identity and a plan to return home to his friends.
