3rd Person Pov:
George leaves the bathroom as he dries himself off with a shower. After, returning home from such a weird yet, scary adventure, Harold told him to take a shower and change out of his dirty clothes. So, he did and he just changed, now he is drying himself before going to sleep. He quietly opened the fridge door as he was hungry and wanted a small snack. He quickly looked at the time which now read '10 PM'. George realized how late it was and remembered about school. "Harold might be asleep now so, I'll be quick about this." George mumbled as he eyed through the many selections of food. Until his eyes rested on the milk which was carefully placed next to extra pancakes. 'I just remembered I had to buy milk from the store.' He suddenly remembered what Harold told him. "So, he didn't go outside for milk!" He softly exclaimed with a smile on his face. George left the fridge open as he got out another plate then, he noticed an empty plate in the sink. "I'm glad he enjoyed my cooking. I should cook more for us." He noted as he placed one pancake onto the plate he grabbed. He put it into the microwave and waited for his snack to re-heat. George couldn't feel happier knowing his old best friend still cared for him and that they were growing some type of bond. Once the microwave beeped, he quickly removed his pancake and ate it there. His smile never ceasing from his face, in fact, his happiness seemed to grow every minute that passed. Once he was done eating, he put his empty plate in the sink and quietly went to their dorm. He creaked the door to see Harold softly asleep. George couldn't help but, admire how soft he slept. Afterward, he got into his bed and drifted off into a sweet dream.

-BEEP BEEP-

George groaned in his sleep as he heard the annoying sound of the most annoying thing in the world. The alarm clock. He dragged his hand against the edge of the bed and slammed his hand on the clock. Yet, the beeping sound never went away. "I can't believe Harold is actually making me get out of bed to shut his alarm off." George mumbled as he roughly pushed his blanket off of him. He felt the cool tiles underneath and he shivered as he realized how cold it was. George made himself over to Harold's bed where he was soundly asleep. Once he shut it off, George carefully shook Harold to wake up. "Harold, wake up. We have to get ready." He spoke as he leaned a bit closer to shake him. He could see the blonde boy opening his eyes and George sighed as he successfully woke up his friend. "Billy..." He heard the boy say and he didn't notice Harold's hand going to his neck. Before, he had time to think, George was suddenly brought into a kiss by none other than his best friend.

He quickly opened his eyes as he blushed intensely, he couldn't believe what just happened. George quickly pushed away and kicked Harold right in the stomach. The boy ran toward the door and slammed it behind him.

"I can't believe, Harold, my old best friend stole my first kiss." George whispered as he lightly touched his lips. He suddenly felt the door open and he fell back only to be met one on one with Harold. George sat up quickly and his friend crouched down to his height. "What on earth did you kick me for?" Harold exclaimed with an angry tone.

"Well, that's what you get! You shouldn't be so sudden you know." George replied, crossing his arms. "What the heck do you mean?" The blonde boy replied, rubbing his stomach. "You mean, you don't remember?" George asked, feeling guilty after hurting him. "I don't even know what the hell you're talking about." Harold replied, getting up. "Look, just forget it ever happened and get ready for school. I'm changing in the bathroom and hoping you didn't leave a bruise." Harold added as he walked the other way.

"Wait! I thought you might be at your Gas Station job." George exclaimed as he quickly got up. "Oh, I called them last night when you took a shower. I'm watching over you ever since what happened yesterday. I don't trust you alone for now." Harold responded with a light blush. Soon, he quickly turned around again and passed George just to get his uniform. He then went into the bathroom. George turned around and closed the door behind him to change into uniform. He slid down the door and thought for a moment. "He said 'Billy' didn't he?" George mumbled as he looked at the door.

"His dreams even consist of some stupid future husband. Why am I even making a fuss out of this with him?" He mumbled as he noticed his uniform on the floor. He dragged it over to his side. He sighed as he started changing from his PJs to uniform.

Time to start another day of school with a suffering broken heart.