I take a deep breath as I stare at the passport in my hand. Clay, who is sitting next to me, follows my lead and sighs as well.
George is out getting food for us, but I plan on telling him about going back to America tonight. I just need to find the words.
"Maybe I'll just wing it," I shrug after a while.
"Um no," Clay shakes his head, "You will not be winging it. Not this conversation."
"I don't know what to say," I whine. I flop back onto the bed.
"We'll you should figure that out," Clay chuckles a little.
"It's not like I want to go," I say as I sit up again.
"There's a start," Clay nods, "What else?"
"I have to go," I shrug, "My sisters giving birth. My family is there. My stuff is all there. This trip was never supposed to be for long."
"But that's changed now," he says, "so you should adapt. You stayed six weeks longer. You have a boyfriend now. Things have changed, y/n"
"I am adapting, but there comes a point where I have to go back. I legally don't think I can move here right this minute."
Clay pauses for a second. "You have a point."
We're quiet for a moment as we think.
What am I supposed to say? I am going to Florida when Clay leaves. I have to be there for Cora. I just don't know what will happen with George and I once I'm in America.
A door clicks open. George is home.
I don't have time to think as George walks through the open door of the room.
"What's that?" he asks immediately, looking at the book in my hand.
"Um," I pause for a long time. Too long in fact. By this point he has to know. "My passport."
George has a blank expression. I can't tell what he's feeling. Please George. Show me some emotion.
"Oh," is all he said.
We're all quiet for a moment. Clay stands awkwardly in the corner as George is blocking his one way out.
"When are you going back?" George asks quietly, still no emotion in his mind.
"For Cora's due date," I say, looking at my hands in my lap. "I'll take the same flight home as Clay."
He nods. "And I'm guessing that," he points to the passport sitting next to me now, "was your mystery socks?"
My face burns bright red. He saw right through me. I nod once.
"Okay," he says. "We'll just have to make your last two weeks worth it." He gives me a reassuring smile. "I got the food." He holds the bag up and walks to the kitchen.
I let out a big breath that I didn't know I was holding and put my head in my hands.
That was the fakest smile I've ever seen from George.
--author's note--
aww poor george
have a good day! tomorrow are really good chapters!
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staying with a stranger / georgenotfound x reader fanfiction
Fanfictiony/n gets stuck in London after losing their passport. In their franticness, they call their friend Clay, who seems to have a solution. He has a friend named George who lives nearby who could take y/n in. y/n has no choice but to say yes, so now they...
