( ACT TWO; CHAPTER TWELVE )

" no cares in the world "

AS THEY GOT OUT OF THE HOT TUB, THERE WERE SMILES THAT COULD NOT BE RIDDEN OF SPREAD ON THEIR FACES. Camille threw on the extra pair of sweatpants she kept in her car, and when she was about to go back to try to look for a sweatshirt, George stopped her.

He ran to his closet then returned with a perfectly new piece of his own merch; it was black hoodie, a bit too oversized for her since it was made for an adult male, but he liked having his name on her. It fit her.

When debating what to do next, they stayed down in George's basement, where he surprisingly enough had a recording studio.

"Why do you have this?" she teased, walking in the purple lit up room. Her body was drawn to the piano on the right side of the room.

"Honestly we don't ever use it, I don't know."

She flipped the electric keyboard to on, tapping keys to produce music. George leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed while he watched her. Suddenly, her fingers worked rapidly and began playing the beat to the background of the Stranger Things theme song.

"Woah, where'd you learn that?" George inquired, walking over and standing behind her.

"It's the only thing I know. I can read sheet music but I suck at piano. I only know how to play the harp from choir in school," she said, shrugging and turning so she was chest to chest with him.

"Harp? You play the harp?" he said, grinning down at her. Her hand rose, thumb skimming along his jaw.

"Yep. I have one back in my apartment."

He scoffed, chuckling and holding her hand to his face, keeping it where it was. "You just get more interesting every time you open your mouth, don't you?"

"You'll find there's lots of things you don't know about me, George Davidson," she uttered, leaning up and pecking his chin.

His cheeks were hot with the feeling she gave him, her eyes sparkling when she turned and left the room. He followed her to where she plopped down on the sectional couch. He had to admit, he didn't go in his basement much, but it was a splendid place to hangout.

"By the way, my fans are asking more and more questions about this supposed girl I have been with. What do you think about it all?"

"Well my account on Instagram is private and I don't have any other social media meaning it is almost impossible for them to send me hate, so it's whatever you're ok with. If you never wanna mention me, that's fine. If you wanna post pictures of me, that's fine too. Just don't dox me."

He laughed, "Ok, if you say so."

"I'm serious, dude! If anything happens, I promise I will tell you," she stated, promisingly, smiling up at him.

"Deal. Movie?" he purposed, pointing to the TV.

"Hm, depends on what you wanna watch," she replied, watching the concentration on his face when he opened up Prime Video, crashing beside her on the plush furniture.

"I asked you. What do you wanna watch?"

"I can't decide, you pick."

"You're the guest, Cami."

"It's your TV, George."

"Ladies first."

Accepting defeat, her eyes rolled and she began thinking of what to watch.

"What about...The Princess Bride?"

His eyebrows raised, and he began to search it up. "Don't hate me, but I've never seen it. It was my grandma's favorite."

Over dramatically, she gasped. "How dare you?! It is like, the best movie ever. It has every aspect. Comedy, action, romance."

George only snickered, finally settling back once he found and rented the film.

"Well then it better live up to its expectations."

While he lied back, her actions took him by surprise. Her body leaned into his, arm holstering itself around his abdomen and head residing on his chest. For a moment, he could've sworn his ability to breathe had left without a trace.

But he went with her confident actions, beaming. He wrapped his pale arm around her waist, careful not overstep boundaries. She hummed, signaling she liked it. Then, he finally did the thing he had been dreaming of since the first time he saw her.

His fingers crossed his upper body, hand cresting on the back of her head where she had taken her hair down from the bun. The locks were as soft as he had imagined, endless waves melting to his touch. Both of them sighed pleasantly, the cinema starting.

"It will."

• • •

The next day came, George giddy as ever. He saw Quackity was streaming on the SMP, and decided to join the voice channel along with Karl and Dream.

"Hey! Jorge!" Quackity said, putting on a Spanish accent.

"Hi! Hello! How are you guys?!" The British man cheered, his icon joining the server.

"Woah, you're peppy. What's up with that?" Karl spoke up. It must've been very late for them, nearly four in the morning.

"He's probably just happy because of that girl he simps for," Dream teased, causing George to giggle.

"Oh? Tell me more, I need to know about my competition," Quackity joked. The four of them were innocently running around, eventually starting to play tag.

"Yeah, she's cool. She's um...I mean, she's really amazing," George admitted, careful on what he said in front of the 50,000 people watching.

"Aw, he's probably blushing!" Karl screeched, still laughing like an idiot.

"I saw what she looks like!! I am winning!" Dream replied, the infamous cocky tone laced with his words.

"Actually on a serious note, chat, she made her Instagram account private so she wouldn't receive hate. I wanna be honest and say this before anyone goes out and talks for me, but if I have any sort of relationship, I...uh...ask for it to be respected. Like, please don't send hate. It sucks," George spoke up, voice firm and serious.

"Yeah, no, what George said. If he says no hate, that's not something up for argument. Boundaries, people, boundaries," Quackity followed up, helping to defend his friend.

A crucial and dull silence took over the four men, the chat seeming to pause being goofy for a moment to confirm they heard and would respect George's wishes. The streamers could only hope that was really true.

"Well now that that's out of the way, could you please give me back that saddle? I really wanted a horsey," Karl implored, breaking the tension. Dream laughed a bit, dropping the object.

"Who says horsey?" George mocked.

Conversation went on as usual, and the friends had a great time like they always did, grateful for the position life had put them in.

( AUTHOR'S NOTE! )

no but if this was real and i saw
ANY cami slander it would genuinely
be on SIGHT with y'all >:(

anyway, drink sum water, stay safe,
y'all already know the mf drill‼️
you're my readers therefore you are
my babies and i must care for you
/hj

oh!!! and if you're enjoying this
maybe consider checking out my
other mcyt books 😩🙏

-cal