Friday nights were what George dreaded the most. He hated being mocked by his co-workers for not having a date, he hated hearing Alex and Izzie go at it next door, he hated staying home alone if he wasn't working... The whole thing made him nauseous.
You're pathetic, George... He thought to himself as he paced in his bedroom.
He sat down on his bed and looked at the rain-covered window. He glared at it, knowing that Alex and Izzie would be in that night because Alex hated the rain. George thought about all of the times Izzie had mentioned wanting to go out on a rainy night. She loved the rain. She had once shared with him that she had always wanted to make love to someone in the rain. George teased her and told her that she'd catch a cold.
Smiling, George recalled the look on her face in response to what he had said. She told him that her first kiss had been in the rain as well. He loved that slight obsession she had with it. Alex, on the other hand, thought it was corny and stupid.
"Alex!" Izzie exclaimed next door.
There was a thump, followed by the sounds of Izzie's giggle. Alex moaned moments later, causing George to cringe.
I think I'm going to vomit...
He heard the thumping coming from the opposite wall. It was in an uneven, strange rhythm.
"I think I'm going to be sick," he muttered quietly.
He heard Izzie moan and felt...betrayed?
How can I feel betrayed when she doesn't have those feelings for me?
He stared at the door, slowly losing sight of it and drifting off into a fantasy world where him and Izzie were the only living people. Alex didn't exist and neither did their so-called "problems."
George was always known for being a dreamer. He could think up some of the strangest situations in seconds, or tell a tale of complete randomness without trying. People always under-estimated him and it annoyed him. But what annoyed him more than anything in that moment was Alex and Izzie having loud, obnoxious sex next door. He laid down, feeling sick and angry. He was tired of being lonely. He wanted Izzie to be laying next to him. He wanted to take her out on a date and kiss her in the rain. He didn't know about having sex with her in the rain, but he knew he'd give her the most romantic night of her life. There was no doubt in his mind about that.
He closed his eyes, paying more attention than he should have to the noise next door. He grumbled; images of them together were painted into his mind. His stomach turned.
"Oh, harder," he heard Izzie moan.
George groaned, feeling slightly aroused by her plea. He heard Izzie's heavy breathing and whimpers. Feeling perverted like he was a stalker, he swallowed hard and shook off his wandering mind, turning over in bed and closed his eyes. Two hours passed and Izzie and Alex were done. Well, so George thought. What seemed like two hours had only been ten minutes. He begun to wonder just how soft her bare skin was and just what it felt like to hold her. He drifted off to sleep as he asked himself these questions.