This chapter is just kinda… Blah. It's supposed to be an introspective on George. Ah well. Once again, review responses are at the end. And I apologize for the lateness of this chapter... Many unpleasant things were happening in my life… Including myself being diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia! Yeesh. Go read now.
Note: "blah" = Character speaking
'blah' = Character thinking
~~~~~~ = Character daydream/fantasy
One Week by luciferchan a.k.a. George Nordgren's Stalker
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*Wednesday*
George sat in his seat in Mrs. Griffon's class and stared out of the window. Sometimes when Mrs. Griffon would drone on and on about some depressing topic, George would daydream or just organize his thoughts. Today, he had a lot to think about. He really didn't have a clue why he was so infatuated with Buster... He just couldn't stop thinking about him. They were almost complete opposites too... Buster being loud and adventurous and himself being quiet and subdued.
George glanced up at the clock. '5 more minutes...' He started doodling on a piece of paper as Mrs. Griffon talked about smallpox. He sighed as he drew hearts around a stick figure bunny. 'Maybe I'm going crazy... Fat chance he'd ever notice me, let alone like me.' He drew a frowning reindeer stick figure next to the bunny. 'Why'd I fall in love with him? He was the only one who really kept talking to me after that whole thing with Wally...' He was broken out of this reverie by a sharp coughing sound. He looked up and realized Mrs. Griffon had been standing over him, glaring.
"George," she said with a sneer, "you have not been paying attention. I will have no more of this… Independent thought in my classroom. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mrs. Griffon." He said, quietly. Mrs. Griffon snatched up the paper he had and threw it in the trash next to her desk.
George slumped in his chair as the teacher resumed her lecture. 'Wow. My dreams are literally in the trash... I wonder what Brain thinks of me. What if he tells someone...?' He bit his lip. 'I guess he wouldn't... He's not mean like that. But I guess it wouldn't matter much if he did tell anyone. Jeez! I wonder if I'm always this depressing?" Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The students grabbed their bags.
"A-hem..." Mrs. Griffon coughed. Everyone froze. "I believe I decide when class is over, not the bell. Take your seats." The class sat back down, most gazing longingly at the door. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow. Finally, when none could bear it any longer, Mrs. Griffon hissed, "Get out." What followed was a mad dash to the door, as all of the children tried to squeeze through at the same time. As George struggled out of the mass of escapees, he lost his balance. Before he hit the floor, he felt himself being caught. He looked up to see Buster smiling at him.
"You okay, George?"
George just stared, agape.
"George?"
"Th-Thanks..." George stammered, blushing furiously.
"No problem. See ya!" Buster called as he ran off to rejoin Arthur.
George stood there in the hallway, oblivious to anything around him. He gazed at Buster's retreating form and sighed. "I should have said something..."
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George fell into Buster's arms.
"George! Are you alright?" Buster cried.
"I'm fine... Now that you're here..." He gazed into Buster's eyes.
"Oh, George... There's something I need to tell you... I..."
George shushed Buster. "I know." The two leaned closer, and closer, their lips almost touching...
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Suddenly, George was shaken from his reverie as he was roughly shoved aside by someone walking past. He sighed again. 'That was pretty lame...' He walked to the school's exit. He saw The Brain walking home. 'That's it!' He thought, and ran after him. "Hey! Brain! Wait!"
Brain turned. "Oh hi, George. How are you doing?"
"Brain, I need your help."
Alan looked puzzled. "You need help with math?"
"No... I need you to help me with Buster."
Brain frowned. "I really would rather not get involved with that situation…"
"Pleease, Brain? You're the only one I can trust!"
"I don't see why you'd need my help, why don't you just tell him how you feel?"
George looked at the ground. "I... I'm scared to. What if he doesn't like me? I don't know what I'd do…"
"Fear of rejection?"
"...Yeah."
Brain sighed. "Look, I'll help you… But if he doesn't like you, then that's it. No crazy schemes to get you two together, all right?"
"...You don't think he likes me?"
"I don't know! I never asked him about his sexual preference before… Mainly because it's none of my business."
"Oh." George blushed. "Sorry."
"It's all right. I can tell you're a little stressed from all of this." Brain said sympathetically.
"I am. Thanks for your help, Brain. See you tomorrow!" George ran off.
Brain sighed heavily as he resumed walking home. "Why do I have the feeling that I'll regret this?"
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Yeah! Not as good as the other chapters huh? It's 1:22 am and I'm hungry. So shush.
ShOrTiE101: Thanks! Hope you liked this chapter too.
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Donkey Kong Song: Meh… Hope the chapter didn't dissapoint you then. Still excited?
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Note: "blah" = Character speaking
'blah' = Character thinking
~~~~~~ = Character daydream/fantasy
One Week by luciferchan a.k.a. George Nordgren's Stalker
*****
*Wednesday*
George sat in his seat in Mrs. Griffon's class and stared out of the window. Sometimes when Mrs. Griffon would drone on and on about some depressing topic, George would daydream or just organize his thoughts. Today, he had a lot to think about. He really didn't have a clue why he was so infatuated with Buster... He just couldn't stop thinking about him. They were almost complete opposites too... Buster being loud and adventurous and himself being quiet and subdued.
George glanced up at the clock. '5 more minutes...' He started doodling on a piece of paper as Mrs. Griffon talked about smallpox. He sighed as he drew hearts around a stick figure bunny. 'Maybe I'm going crazy... Fat chance he'd ever notice me, let alone like me.' He drew a frowning reindeer stick figure next to the bunny. 'Why'd I fall in love with him? He was the only one who really kept talking to me after that whole thing with Wally...' He was broken out of this reverie by a sharp coughing sound. He looked up and realized Mrs. Griffon had been standing over him, glaring.
"George," she said with a sneer, "you have not been paying attention. I will have no more of this… Independent thought in my classroom. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mrs. Griffon." He said, quietly. Mrs. Griffon snatched up the paper he had and threw it in the trash next to her desk.
George slumped in his chair as the teacher resumed her lecture. 'Wow. My dreams are literally in the trash... I wonder what Brain thinks of me. What if he tells someone...?' He bit his lip. 'I guess he wouldn't... He's not mean like that. But I guess it wouldn't matter much if he did tell anyone. Jeez! I wonder if I'm always this depressing?" Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The students grabbed their bags.
"A-hem..." Mrs. Griffon coughed. Everyone froze. "I believe I decide when class is over, not the bell. Take your seats." The class sat back down, most gazing longingly at the door. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow. Finally, when none could bear it any longer, Mrs. Griffon hissed, "Get out." What followed was a mad dash to the door, as all of the children tried to squeeze through at the same time. As George struggled out of the mass of escapees, he lost his balance. Before he hit the floor, he felt himself being caught. He looked up to see Buster smiling at him.
"You okay, George?"
George just stared, agape.
"George?"
"Th-Thanks..." George stammered, blushing furiously.
"No problem. See ya!" Buster called as he ran off to rejoin Arthur.
George stood there in the hallway, oblivious to anything around him. He gazed at Buster's retreating form and sighed. "I should have said something..."
~~~~~~
George fell into Buster's arms.
"George! Are you alright?" Buster cried.
"I'm fine... Now that you're here..." He gazed into Buster's eyes.
"Oh, George... There's something I need to tell you... I..."
George shushed Buster. "I know." The two leaned closer, and closer, their lips almost touching...
~~~~~~
Suddenly, George was shaken from his reverie as he was roughly shoved aside by someone walking past. He sighed again. 'That was pretty lame...' He walked to the school's exit. He saw The Brain walking home. 'That's it!' He thought, and ran after him. "Hey! Brain! Wait!"
Brain turned. "Oh hi, George. How are you doing?"
"Brain, I need your help."
Alan looked puzzled. "You need help with math?"
"No... I need you to help me with Buster."
Brain frowned. "I really would rather not get involved with that situation…"
"Pleease, Brain? You're the only one I can trust!"
"I don't see why you'd need my help, why don't you just tell him how you feel?"
George looked at the ground. "I... I'm scared to. What if he doesn't like me? I don't know what I'd do…"
"Fear of rejection?"
"...Yeah."
Brain sighed. "Look, I'll help you… But if he doesn't like you, then that's it. No crazy schemes to get you two together, all right?"
"...You don't think he likes me?"
"I don't know! I never asked him about his sexual preference before… Mainly because it's none of my business."
"Oh." George blushed. "Sorry."
"It's all right. I can tell you're a little stressed from all of this." Brain said sympathetically.
"I am. Thanks for your help, Brain. See you tomorrow!" George ran off.
Brain sighed heavily as he resumed walking home. "Why do I have the feeling that I'll regret this?"
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Yeah! Not as good as the other chapters huh? It's 1:22 am and I'm hungry. So shush.
ShOrTiE101: Thanks! Hope you liked this chapter too.
nitpicky: Thank you for the complement, and for pointing out that error. It's all fixed now. Hooray!
Libra: Hi! Thanks for reviewing. Heh...
Donkey Kong Song: Meh… Hope the chapter didn't dissapoint you then. Still excited?
Bella12: Wow. Thanks for reviewing, I'm a large fan of your works. Shudder? Hehehe... All characters are under my control! They will live and love as I deem fit!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!