"I think I'm in love with you, and your friend, honest I do."
George sat on the chair in his apartment watching the group of drunken girls sing love songs. One of the girls was Enid; she was bent over laughing at the moment from previously singing as loud as she possibly could, regardless of how it sounded. The other girl up there she knew was Ginger, who had her arm around Enid. He remembered the look she gave Ginger when she started talking to her in the first place. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, but he was sure he felt the same.
Fred stood up clumsily and changed the song. He had recognized before a song about smoking pot and fucking chicks. Overall, it was pretty humorous.
"I know this song! I know this song!" Enid yelled. She and Ginger both started to sing the song.
George folded his arms and laughed. It was Christmas Eve and Fred had thrown together a little party. The only person George really invited was Enid, but Fred had already made a huge list. So far, Ginger hadn't said a word to him, but he was sure she would.
Enid sighed and walked off to the side and nearly fell over but landed on the arm of the chair George was sitting on. She looked over and smiled.
"Hi, George!" she said, slurring her words.
"Hi Enid," he laughed.
She brought her finger up and motioned for him to come closer. She brought her lips up to his ear, "See her, that's Ginger. I hate her." And she started to laugh.
"I don't like her much either," George said.
"That's good, that's really good. You want to know why? Because she's a treacherous bitch," Enid said in a dramatic voice. Her face went pale and she put her lips to her mouth and ran to the bathroom.
He sat there for a bit till he heard coughing and swishing water. George got up and walked into the bathroom. She was on all fours puking into the toilet. He rushed over and pulled back her hair and she puked again. She wiped her mouth, panting, and leaned up against the wall.
"I think you had a bit too much to drink," George said smiling.
She nodded her head slowly. He got up and wet a washcloth with warm water and started to clean off her face and hair.
"Sorry," she said, her voice cracking. George flushed the toilet. "It's alright. Feeling better?"
She nodded slowly, "I'm just really tired. I think I'll go to sleep." She leaned her head and back and closed her eyes.
"Hey," George said, shaking her bit. She opened an eye. "How about you get up and you can sleep in the bedroom. But I need you to help, come on," he got on his feet and forced her up. She was awake but she could barely move herself. She flopped over his shoulders as he dragged her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. "Thanks," he said, panting.
She was already asleep. He pulled covers up over her and sat on the bed watching.
"How come you've never done that for me?"
George turned to see Ginger standing in the doorway, crying. He sighed. "Because, she's my friend."
"Well, why won't you be my friend? She always gets everything. Perfect Enid with the perfect boyfriend," Ginger whined.
"She's not." George started, but Ginger continued.
"Oh, everyone wanted a piece of Scott. Scott and Enid, Scott and Enid. They were perfect together," Ginger said, falling to the floor. She smiled. He hated the way she smiled, it was malicious, she was remembering. "I took care of that. He wanted me George. Scott isn't the type to settle down, he grew bored with her. I was new and fresh. George, I love you. Why won't you love me back?"
George stared at her. This was why Enid referred to her as a treacherous bitch. She had cheated on her with this Scott kid. "Get out, Ginger. Just go."
She started to cry even more as she stumbled out of the room. He crawled up against the bed, resting his head on the mattress and drifted to sleep.
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Author's note thingy that she added at the bottom. yeah.
+_+ . That last chapter was just pathetic, sorry about that. Anyways, the reason why it's so short is because last night while I was lying in bed (not in my right state of mind if you know what I mean.) and I wanted to do some of this in Enid's point of view or at least the next few chapters.
You have no idea how weird this is for me to have a plan in a story. I never usually do, I just sit down (mainly at school) and just start typing. Which is what I'm doing right now. But I do have a plan and I do plan on finishing this, or at least getting halfway there, unlike many of my other things..
Also, thanks for the comment(s). Not just for this story but for other ones, it really does help; I've just been a bit lazy lately. So yeah I'll get started writing, or typing, same thing.
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George sat on the chair in his apartment watching the group of drunken girls sing love songs. One of the girls was Enid; she was bent over laughing at the moment from previously singing as loud as she possibly could, regardless of how it sounded. The other girl up there she knew was Ginger, who had her arm around Enid. He remembered the look she gave Ginger when she started talking to her in the first place. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, but he was sure he felt the same.
Fred stood up clumsily and changed the song. He had recognized before a song about smoking pot and fucking chicks. Overall, it was pretty humorous.
"I know this song! I know this song!" Enid yelled. She and Ginger both started to sing the song.
George folded his arms and laughed. It was Christmas Eve and Fred had thrown together a little party. The only person George really invited was Enid, but Fred had already made a huge list. So far, Ginger hadn't said a word to him, but he was sure she would.
Enid sighed and walked off to the side and nearly fell over but landed on the arm of the chair George was sitting on. She looked over and smiled.
"Hi, George!" she said, slurring her words.
"Hi Enid," he laughed.
She brought her finger up and motioned for him to come closer. She brought her lips up to his ear, "See her, that's Ginger. I hate her." And she started to laugh.
"I don't like her much either," George said.
"That's good, that's really good. You want to know why? Because she's a treacherous bitch," Enid said in a dramatic voice. Her face went pale and she put her lips to her mouth and ran to the bathroom.
He sat there for a bit till he heard coughing and swishing water. George got up and walked into the bathroom. She was on all fours puking into the toilet. He rushed over and pulled back her hair and she puked again. She wiped her mouth, panting, and leaned up against the wall.
"I think you had a bit too much to drink," George said smiling.
She nodded her head slowly. He got up and wet a washcloth with warm water and started to clean off her face and hair.
"Sorry," she said, her voice cracking. George flushed the toilet. "It's alright. Feeling better?"
She nodded slowly, "I'm just really tired. I think I'll go to sleep." She leaned her head and back and closed her eyes.
"Hey," George said, shaking her bit. She opened an eye. "How about you get up and you can sleep in the bedroom. But I need you to help, come on," he got on his feet and forced her up. She was awake but she could barely move herself. She flopped over his shoulders as he dragged her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. "Thanks," he said, panting.
She was already asleep. He pulled covers up over her and sat on the bed watching.
"How come you've never done that for me?"
George turned to see Ginger standing in the doorway, crying. He sighed. "Because, she's my friend."
"Well, why won't you be my friend? She always gets everything. Perfect Enid with the perfect boyfriend," Ginger whined.
"She's not." George started, but Ginger continued.
"Oh, everyone wanted a piece of Scott. Scott and Enid, Scott and Enid. They were perfect together," Ginger said, falling to the floor. She smiled. He hated the way she smiled, it was malicious, she was remembering. "I took care of that. He wanted me George. Scott isn't the type to settle down, he grew bored with her. I was new and fresh. George, I love you. Why won't you love me back?"
George stared at her. This was why Enid referred to her as a treacherous bitch. She had cheated on her with this Scott kid. "Get out, Ginger. Just go."
She started to cry even more as she stumbled out of the room. He crawled up against the bed, resting his head on the mattress and drifted to sleep.
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Author's note thingy that she added at the bottom. yeah.
+_+ . That last chapter was just pathetic, sorry about that. Anyways, the reason why it's so short is because last night while I was lying in bed (not in my right state of mind if you know what I mean.) and I wanted to do some of this in Enid's point of view or at least the next few chapters.
You have no idea how weird this is for me to have a plan in a story. I never usually do, I just sit down (mainly at school) and just start typing. Which is what I'm doing right now. But I do have a plan and I do plan on finishing this, or at least getting halfway there, unlike many of my other things..
Also, thanks for the comment(s). Not just for this story but for other ones, it really does help; I've just been a bit lazy lately. So yeah I'll get started writing, or typing, same thing.
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