Jan 13, 2018
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Sneaking Cuddles → Ariana and George.
02:30AM.
The little numbers were staring at George as he lay on his back, his head tilted to the side, his button-like eyes glistening with the reflection of the light on his phone. What was he doing? Nothing, that's what. Whilst Olivia slept so peacefully beside him, curled up with her back to him, and her brand-new kitten purring its sleepy head away, the Bristol-born boy was... tireless, unable to pinpoint what he was feeling and why, but after receiving a reply text from Ariana, a small thank you and the reassurance that her door was wide open for him, the boy took this as his opportunity.
Carefully lifting himself out of Olivia's bed, the boy walked across her room in just his boxers, but soon he had slipped on his Monkey onesie and pulled the hood up over his head, quietly exiting her bedroom, and silently closing the door behind him. It was eerie, this house at night. He felt as though something was going to jump out at him, which for a nineteen year old seemed kind of silly to think, but that's all George was. Silly.
Tiptoeing around the hallways, wincing and cringing at any creaking floorboards, the boy finally made it to Ariana's door, and lifted his hand to gently knock on the wood with his knuckles -- once, twice, three times -- before he stood, quietly patiently. "Ariana," he whispered, a slight tune to his voice as he glanced down the hallway, then back up to the door, his strong British accent making him pronounce it with an "R" sounding at the end. "Monkey needs his cuddles." he continued quietly, the inevitable break in his voice that happened, usually, when he was trying to be quiet, or he was tired -- which, right now, he was a bit of both.