Five Days Later

I woke up that monday morning to the sound of someone tapping on my window. I stumbled out of bed and rubbed my eyes.

"Who the fuck.."

I peeked out the window to see George. He looked at bit disheveled, still in his pajamas, holding a suitcase. I sighed and walked downstairs, opening the front door.

"George it's nearly four in the morning."

"I'm sorry I...I just didn't know where else to go." He said looking upset. I nodded and let him in.

"Want something to drink? Coffee, tea?"

"I'm alright Luce." He whispered. He sat on the sofa and looked down.

"What happened?" I askes pushing his hair back away from his eyes.

"I got into an arguement with my parents. I was up all night, playing me guitar and they told me to stop making noise. They just don't understand what I want to do."

I nodded and stood up. "Let's go upstairs okay?"

He looked up at me and nodded. We made our way upstairs, to my bed.

"I'm sorry to have waken ye..."

"It's alright George. I'm glad you're here." I smiled as we got in bed. I pulled the blanket over us.

"Did your parents ask about school?"

He nodded. "Yes. They're upset about me failing. They think me playing guitar is a waste of time. That it's just a hobby. They um...took my guitar away, said they're gonna sell it. I told them if they do, I'll just run away. So...'ere I am."

I scooted closer to him and played with his hair. He watched me as I spoke.

"I'm sorry Georgie. You can stay here as long as you like. But, you're going to have to go back eventually."

"I know...just not now." He said sniffling. I wrapped my arms around him.

"I know you'll make it one day George. People will be looking up to you. You'll be somebodies inspiration." I smiled, rubbing his back.

"Ye think?"

"I know."

He stayed quiet for a few minutes then spoke. "I hope you'll still be here. Ye know, by my side. You'll still hold me and make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

I laughed. "You'll probably have some beautiful wife or girlfriend by then."

"I'd want you." He said looking at me. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"No George. You can do way better than me."

"You told me not to find a girl like you. That you'd just break my heart. Anytime I see ye with John, it hurts. But tell me, why do I still find myself thinkin of ye? Why do ignore all of that and still find you so beautiful inside and out?"

I stayed quiet. Before I could open my mouth to say something, he answered for me.

"...Because I love you. The way you love John....The way we both love you. Love is an unhealthy drug. It messes with your mind and your heart."

"I'm in love with a man who has a girlfriend. You're in love with a girl who has a boyfriend. I'm just the girl that's in it for the ride. In the end, someone is going to get hurt. It wont be you or John. It'll be me. Just remember that George." I said feeling the tears roll down my cheeks. "And I'll be okay with that."

"Will you?"

"No...but I sure as hell gotta try." I smiled, ignoring the tears.

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