𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎'𝚜  𝚙𝚘𝚟

Callum: "DID YOU MAKE MY SISTER CRY?!"

Callum was hovering over me as he was stood close to me. Too close for my liking. He raised his fist and hit me on the eye. The punch was harder then I would have expected. I stumbled back a bit and placed a hand over my eye. He hit me again on the nose. Blood was now dripping down my nose. Before he could punch me again Mike was stood in between us. Her back faced towards me.

Mike: "STOP IT CALLUM!"

Callum: "HE MADE YOU CRY!"

Mike: "he didn't Call... I promise. I was looking at the picture of Sonnie. When I was cleaning my bags from the competition that George here helped me with... he didn't do anything. In fact he gave me some comfort."

Callum's face softened and he now looked past Mike. He picked his little sister up and she wrapped her legs and arms around him. Her face was snuggled in his neck. His gaze returned to me. My hand was under my nose trying to not leak any blood.

Callum: "sorry man. I'm just protective over Mickey. I'm always kind of scared something bad happens to her..."

George: "don't worry. I get it she's a great girl."

Callum: "she is."

Mike: "I'm still here."

We all laughed softly before Callum walked to the kitchen with Mike still wrapped around him. He handed me a paper towel to put under my nose and an ice pack for my eye. I thanked him before we sat on the couch with the three of us. Mike was sitting in Callum's side and faced towards me.

Callum: "how was your competition with Zap?"

Mike: "pretty good. First and third place. She was a bit naughty at the first round so that was the third place and the first place... she was absolutely amazing. How was your training?"

Callum: "pretty good. Working to the limit like normally. Having a big fight in 3 weeks."

George: "yea I heard about that. Are you excited?"

Callum: "yea. I like fighting. What do you do for a living?"

Mike: "Call. That's George Russell. He's a Mercedes driver. I told you that asshole."

Callum: "ah the one who never scored points till last season right?"

George: "augh!"

Mike: "it was the only way to make him remember I'm very sorry. Lando is the one who hasn't hit puberty yet so don't complain."

𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

We all laughed and talked for the remaining of the night. It was already late and Callum said bye to drive a few minutes to his own apartment around 10 minutes away from mine. I closed the door behind him and turned to George who had his second ice pack on his eye.

Mike: "sorry for your eye and nose."

George: "it's okay. I think I would do the same if I had a younger sister."

I pulled him to bathroom upstairs and motioned him to sit on the counter. I was searching for some special cream that always worked good when I was hit when I still boxed. Which was between 14 and 17. I did 3 sports at the time, racing, riding and then boxing. All on higher levels. I finally found the pastel green tube and stood up hitting my head. I groaned and rubbed my hand over the place I hit my head.

Mike: "damnit!"

George: "you okay?"

Mike: "yea... yea."

I was now stood between George's legs. I erased his hand with cool pack and saw that his eye was already a bit swollen and blue. I pressed some of the cream on my finger tops and gently placed my hand on his face. He pulled his face away and groaned.

Mike: "sorry."

George: "no no not your fault. Just very painful."

Mike: "would you like to do it yourself?"

He shook his head and I gently went on his eye again. His face showed off it did still hurt. When I was finished I grabbed a towel from next to his leg and cleaned my hands off a bit with it. I looked up to see George already looking at me.

Mike: "what?"

George: "your beautiful..."

His voice was soft almost not daring to say it. I felt heat rising to my cheeks and my smile widened at the sudden compliment. I giggled softly.

Mike: "well your very handsome."

He smiled at me and slowly let his head lean against mine. Our lips close to each other as he looked into my eyes. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me as close as he could.

George: "only trying to match your beauty Mike."

He slowly closed the gap between our lips. He's lips softly brushing against mine as he kissed me. He was soft and sweet with me which I absolutely loved about him. He was always very gentle with people. We both opened our eyes again when we pulled away and our foreheads touched each other.

George: "sorry... I couldn't resist."

I pecked his lips softly and smiled at him letting him now I was fine with it. His smile became wider then before and he chuckled softly.

Mike: "let's go sleep. It's already late and I don't know about you but I have to be at the office tomorrow at 9:45."

George: "I have to be in at 13 o'clock."

I let him lay in my bed and sat on the side. I pushed some of his hair back from his face.

Mike: "night Georgie."

I stood up but was held back by George his hand around my wrist.

George: "where are you going."

Mike: "I'm going to my couch... to sleep."

He pulled me back to the bed and moved to the other side opening the duvet. He tapped the empty space and looked at me.

George: "I'm not letting you sleep on the couch after I kissed you not even 5 minutes ago."

I giggled softly and laid down next to him. We were lying face to face and just looking at each other. What were we? Are we just friends? Are we dating? Are we nothing?

Mike: "George?"

George: "yes Mike?"

Mike: "what are we? Like what is going on between us?"

George: "I would like to say we are dating... if your okay with that?"

Mike: "I like the sound of that."

He planted a soft kiss on my forehead before we both closed our eyes and said good night to now really go to sleep.

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