Part Eighteen

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Part eighteen {Georges POV}

Michelle kept acting strange after her fathers death. I could not blame her. But it was unlike her. A few weeks after his death we were sitting practicing our new song. Once we were done I placed my guitar on her bed. I said

"How are you baby?"

"Well. Not so good George."

"Don't worry, your fathers in a better place."

she forced a smile and sat down next to me and placed her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head and said

"It's okay." she said

"George, will you song for me?"

"sure"

I picked up my guitar and strummed it. Before I opened my mouth her mother walked in and said.

"Michelle can I speak to you?"

"Okay." she stepped outside for a few minutes. Once she came back in her eyes were red and she was crying. I stood up and she walked slowly towards me.

I said "What happened?"

"George," she started

"We, have to sell the house."

"What?" I said

"Mum needs to pay the bills and we have to move to a cheaper area. She said I can stay here if I want but I couldn't do that to my mum or Matt."

I sat down on the bed. She sat down next to me.

"So your just going to leave?" I asked

"George. Come with us."

"I can't."

"What?" she said

I stood up

"just because your going to leave the lads and the band does not mean I will!"

"George you don't understand."

"Yes I do! If you really cared you would stay. I cant go."

"But George,"

"No, this is over. Your leaving I'm staying I can't believe you would do this to me michelle."

She started crying and I just walked out of her house. I was so mad at her. I thought she was different, special. But no she left me.

~GEORGE IS BEING STUPID NOO~

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