"What about you, are you excited to go to Toronto?" I asked.
"Yeah, I figured I'd relax before I die in January"
He was graduating at the end of the next school year, but in order to graduate he needed to complete his senior requirements. George was majoring in Film and his senior project would be on Esmeralda's life after gymnastics. Mom told me that he wanted to make the documentary on me but decided against it because he didn't think I'd feel comfortable. He was right there because only a few people knew the details to the injury that almost ended my gymnastics career.
"You know I actually thought your documentary was going to be on Jordyn" I stated.
He frowned.
"You know you're not the first person to tell me that"
"Mariana?" I asked.
"Yup"
I smiled.
"Great minds think alike" I stated.
He rolled his eyes.
"So Sweden"
"What about it?" I asked.
"Do you think you're ready to make that kind of step"
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"You're meeting his family"
I shrugged.
"He's met mine" I stated.
"Let's hope they're not as cocky as he is"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Why do you assume he's cocky?" I asked.
I was curious because Mariana had thought the same thing.
"He's incredibly blunt"
"Like I told Mari a few weeks ago, it's not that he's blunt he genuinely tries to be specific. English isn't his first language, and he's trying. You're technically making fun of him, and that makes you a dick because English is a hard language to translate" I said.
"Well way to make me feel like an ass"
I smiled.
"It's about time you realize what you are" I replied.
He chuckled.
"I have a feeling he misses you"
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
He raised an eyebrow and I laughed. George had taken a few pictures of me a couple of days ago. I sent them all to Adrian because he wanted to see them. He posted one of the pictures on Instagram captioned,
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