george was a quiet person. and be liked staying that way, thank you very much.

and he wasn't the social-butterly-outgoing type like his two (absolutely straight) bestfriends. and the fact that he didn't like parties, big family reunions and going out in public in general seemed to speak for itself.

it wasn't like he was antisocial or whatever. george just didn't like the fact that there were people, strangers, and to be honest george wasn't particularly good at communicating. he would always stutter (always meaning always) then he would start sweating like he had just contacted the worst case of fever in three seconds flat then he would look like the human equivalent of a goddamn tomato---

so, in short, george had an anxiety disorder. well, not actually a disorder-disorder--- okay, maybe george has a disorder. and maybe george was a bit mental. because if needing reassurance like it was oxygen wasn't mental then what is?

in the middle of his breakfast, his phone rang out, blasting the familiar tune of arctic monkeys. after mentally rehearsing his "hello"s and clearing his throat just to make sure he didn't sound raspy or groggy, george picked up his phone.

"hello?"

"it's me," came the reply george already expected. "adele aside, do you have any plans tonight, georgie?"

oh. the usual. playing guitar, watering my little garden, catching up to the last season of the walking dead, totally not avoiding the outside world---

"you're going to have another party tonight, are you macca?"

"no--- yes." paul said quickly.

"nope."

"oh come on, george!" paul whined. "it'll be fun! i promise. did i ever make promises i couldn't keep?"

"actually there was four times---"

"nevermind that," paul butted in before george could say that it wasn't four but twenty-four times paul made flimsy promises. "please come to the party? the lads will be there!" he tried to cajole.

"you, john, and pete would be too busy scoring chicks, leaving awkward little me on one of your bean bags. again." george added, frowning when he remembered the feeling of being abandoned by your own brothers as they went out and flirted.

he pictured paul wincing. "okay, that was one time."

"i don't get it," george sighed. "why do you always insist on me going to your parties? you know i loathe parties. n-not being ungrateful or anything..." george bit his lip. great. just great.

"okay, jus'- jus' go this once and i'll never have to badger you about this again. and that's a solid promise this time."

george nibbled on his bottom lip. "i-i don't know paul..."

"please george? for me?"

he sighed. "fine. but if something happens, i'm going to blame you."

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okay wow that was a bit of a boring chapter

but it was the first so yay!!

i got my dad to read this like edit it and that but he doesn't know it's a gay ass fanfiction so hush ;D

all the love,

-gr.ace