George flipped through channels aimlessly as he simultaneously scrolled through Instagram. He was bored on this cold Saturday afternoon. Justin was out with his girlfriend and his other new buddies were simply missing in action. That left George to sit on the couch with a bowl of Cheeto puffs and fruit punch flavored Arizona as he flipped through channels mindlessly.

Not only was he bored on cold Saturday, he was bored on a cold Valentine's Day Saturday. This further dampened his mood. He was alone again for the second year - the first year his ex-girlfriend, Maria could not afford to catch a flight to Washington and still have money to return back home, so they rain checked - this sucked in George's opinion.

Who wants to be alone on Valentines Day? Not George T. Mills, that's for damn sure. Yet, here he was Cheeto puff powder on his fingers and fruit punch flavored Arizona juice dripping from his lips, alone.

George groans out his frustration and scrolls through his contacts for someone to call. He has met a few girls in his classes that seemed a bit more interested in him than necessary, he figured one of them could keep him warm.

He did not know which one he would choose as he does have a variety - literally a variety - to choose from. He collects numbers just like he collects lost coins from his couch, often and abundantly.

George is not a player, not the least bit, but he goes for what he likes. If he sees a girl he likes, he goes for her and hopes to get a number.

He does find rejection every once in awhile, but he has just as many successes. It is all really just a game of cat and mouse. George loves to chase.

"Hello?" A faintly familiar voice answers.

George leans back into the sofa and smiles. He got one.

"Hey. Kendall, right? It's George." He answers Cooley.

"George?" Kendall parrots.

George rolls his eyes and inhales deeply.

"From Humanities two, I sit in front of you." He breathes, hoping to jog her memory.

There is silence from the other end before Kendall finally gasps seconds later.

"Oh shit! You're the cutie with the beautiful eyes!" She giggles. "Oh shit, I'm so fucking forgetful."

George releases another breath he didn't know he was holding. He would have been embarrassed if she did not remember.

"Yeah, yeah. It's fine. Happens all the time!" He chuckles.

"Really?" Kendall giggles.

"Nah... Just trying to make you feel better." George relaxes into the sofa.

"It may or may not have worked." Kendall flirts, her tone taking on another meaning.

George notices and smirks. He may not be alone for long.

"So what's a girl like you doing answering one o'clock calls on Valentine's Day?"

"A dickhead of an ex." Kendall sighs. "That's all I'm giving away." She recovers with a giggle.

George nodded as if she could see him and then frowned. He did not know if he wanted to deal with a girl who would come and only think about her ex. He did not want that headache. Not at all.

"Damn... Sorry about that. It's a new year and a new month. He's not worth it." George replies.

"Yeah, you're right." Kendall sighs. "You must got all the answers, huh?"

George shrugged again as if she could see him. He did not have all the answers, but he knew that was the truth. No one should ever dwell over an ex after a new leaf has been turned. George truly believes this.

"No... Just been there before." He answers honestly.

George has finally realized what a mood changer this conversation is. He will definitely be alone today.

"I hear ya. So did you want anything? I'm about to go out with my girls for a bit." Kendall replies after a moment of silence.

"Nah, just making sure you gave me the right number." George chuckles.

"Oh, well okay. Now that you know it works, I'm gonna head out. Enjoy your day George."

"Thanks." George ends the call.

He tosses the cell phone onto the sofa and reaches into his bowl of Cheeto puffs. George has admitted defeat and has no energy to try again. He has concluded that it was a stupid idea in the beginning. Finessing a girl into accompanying him is absolutely ridiculous.

George's mother would have him by his neck if she ever found out. George did not like thinking about his parents at this time, but it sure is a great eye opener to his wrong doings.

George was deep into stuffing his mouth consistently with Cheeto puffs before his cellphone flashed it's dangerous LED, indicating that he had a phone call.

Lazily he wiped his powdery palms onto his sweats and swiped his thumb across the screen. Skillfully he lifted the cellphone to his ear with his free hand, all while still stuffing his mouth.

"Hello?" He mumbles incoherently into the cellphone between chews.

"George please come get me." The familiar girl demands.

George swallows quickly and wipes his fingers against his sweats all while leaning upright on the couch. Of all people he thought could receive a call from, she was not one of them.

"Say that again?"

The girl sighs impatiently and George bit back a chuckle.

"Please come get me. You want me to say it in Spanish?" The girl snaps.

"Got jokes, Ev?"

"I'm not playing with you, boy. Come get me." Evelyn snarls.

George chuckles at the humor of it all. He can decide to be the asshole she claims he is and leave her where she is or he could be an angel and drive forty-five minutes to pick her up. George had two options and being an asshole on today was not one of them.

"I want gas money. My truck is a guzzler." He sighs, pushing off of the sofa.

Evelyn kisses her teeth and hangs up. George only laughs at her response and moves to prepare for the cold weather and the cold Evelyn.

Evelyn was working George's last nerve. After driving forty-five minutes to pick her up, he had to wait twenty minutes for her to actually come to him and then for the entirety of the ride back to his apartment she refused to give him an explanation as to why she needed to be picked up in the first place.

She only offered him twenty dollars for gas - which he respectfully refused - and then went back to silence. When he asked her for the millionth time what was wrong with her, she snapped at him and told him to kindly "shut the fuck up and drive",

George wanted to pull over then and have her ass walk back to campus, but by then he was already five minutes from his apartment and he was not cruel enough to do so with witnesses all around.

Now the two are safely inside and definitely warm, and Evelyn has yet to tell him what is going on. She requested to be left alone for five minutes and her time is finally up.

"Tell me." George demands, taking a seat in the love seat across from Evelyn.

Evelyn sighs and rolls her eyes to the ceiling. She had a pretty rough morning and needed to escape. Deja was pestering her about a double date and even about Caliph. According to Deja, Evelyn should have spoken to him today and took up his offer for a raincheck.

Deja's logic was that her dear friend Evelyn would not be alone for Valentine's if she simply gave the guy a chance. Evelyn did not want that. She was not going to accept a Caliphs offer for a pity date. She does not like him and after what he did, she frankly never will.

This frustrated Deja and the two friends ended up arguing. It was a petty argument, but one that the two felt strongly about. Deja has a tendency to thrust her beliefs down Evelyn's throat and Evelyn is tired of it. She is a grown woman, she knows what is best for her and does not need Deja to tell her so.

After their little blow out Evelyn stormed out of the dorm room and left Deja to continue fuming silently. Evelyn could have called someone else to save her from her anger, but it is valentines day and that meant that most of her girl friends were unavailable.

This left one little asshole that she frankly cannot stand, but he was her only option. So she called George and he answered.

The only thing is, now he is bugging her for answers.

"Deja and I fought today. That's all." Evelyn finally sighs.

George's eyes grow wide for a moment before he glares pointedly at Evelyn.

"You've got to be fucking me. I drove forty-five minutes just because you got in a damn sissy fight?" George chuckles humorlessly. "What the actually fuck." He sighs to himself.

Evelyn rolls her eyes before cutting them at George.

"It wasn't no damn sissy fight! I argued with one of my closest friends! Over stupid shit and it pisses me off that I let it happen!" She finally snaps pushing away from the couch. "It's dumb, but it bothers me!"

George rolls his eyes as well, standing from the couch to follow closely behind Evelyn. He does not know what damage she will do while in this state and he is willing to take all precautions necessary to prevent any.

Even if that meant grabbing Evelyn by the wrist and pulling her in for an awkward hug. George figures that girls like hugs when they are being emotional. He also hopes Evelyn is one of them.

"Just calm the fuck down. It ain't that damn serious." He sighs, rubbing her back as he rocked them.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Evelyn mumbles, her voice a bit muffled due to her mouth being squished against George's shoulder.

He is only five-foot-nine and somehow he still seemed taller to Evelyn. Nonetheless, the hug he is offering is not the least bit comforting. It is awkward and weird. She appreciates his efforts, but it is weird. Then again, he smells good.

Evelyn takes a moment to inhale as George's explanation falls on death ears. He really does smell good. He smells like Old Spice and Cheetos. A weird combination, but an interesting scent.

"Now you're smelling me?" George releases Evelyn suddenly.

Evelyn shrugs carelessly. She had been caught red-handed, but it affected her judgment none. George was well worth the smell and she did not have to explain herself.

"Don't just hunch your shoulders! Why were you smelling me?" George genuinely wanted to know.

It was creepy and even alarming. He hopes he does not smell bad. That thought quickly left as soon as it came. Evelyn would have clowned him if he had a foul stench. This still did not make her smelling him anymore okay than it already wasn't. That was weird.

"You hugged me, I smelled you. Let's call it, truce." She deadpans the situation.

George rolls his eyes and turns toward the living room. He had a bowl of Cheeto puffs to finish and needed to find out who dies this time in Greys and Anatomy, not that he really cared, but he did.

"You got more?" Evelyn plops beside him.

"I picked you up and I gotta feed you, too?! Damn girl!" He playfully groans, standing from the couch.

"You could've just shared what you have." Evelyn quips, stealing a puff.

George flicks her off and continues into the kitchen. He retrieves a plastic bowl and the terribly folded bag of Cheeto puffs. He pours a feasible amount before simply leaving the opened bag on the table and returning to the living room.

"Here." He passes Evelyn the bowl.

"You didn't spit in it, did you?" Evelyn cautiously retrieves the bowl.

George plops beside her and turns his attention on the television. A commercial about a local drugs store Valentine's Day sale causes George to roll his eyes and change the channel.

"You hate Valentine's Day, too?" Evelyn sighs, snapping a puff in half.

"Nah... Just don't have a Valentine and I don't need a reminder." George replies, sitting up to retrieve his Arizona.

Evelyn nods and pops a puff into her mouth.

"Yeah, it sucks ass." She chews on the puff. "But what can you do about it?" She asks no one in particular.

George nodded as well, taking a swig of his Arizona. There really is no use in dwelling over a dull holiday.

A silence falls over the two. The silence is not awkward but expected. The mood is definitely damp for George and he knows the feeling is mutual for Evelyn as well.

"One question, why did you get into a fight wth your friend?" George breaks the silence.

He genuinely wants to know.

Evelyn sighs heavily and twists a Cheeto puff between her fingers.

"It was an argument about Valentines Day. Deja was being stupid and--"

"Trying to get her single friend to find a quick man so you guys could do that double or triple date shit?"

Evelyn stops twirling the puff and looks at George.

"Yup." She returns her gaze onto the puff. "Nail right on the head."

"That's the dumbest shit that only girls do. I don't understand why girls pressure each other into doing shit like that. It's stupid as fuck. Making the single friend feel bad for being single." George rants rolling his eyes at the thought of it all. "Dumb shit."

Evelyn bites back chuckles at George's passionate anger for the clichè matter. Girls do that and Evelyn understands that. Deja did not mean any harm, she was just pushing too much.

"Are you about to give a sermon about this?" She teases finally laughing when George cuts his eyes at her.

"Fuck you. Shit just really annoys me." He defends himself.

"Whatever you say, boy. Whatever you say."

George ignores Evelyn and focuses on the television. Every once in awhile he would tell Evelyn to "shut the fuck up" so he could watch the television in peace, but each time Evelyn's laughter would only get louder.

Eventually, George gave up and simply left Evelyn to watch television alone while he retreated to his bedroom. He was not expecting a sleepover, but he had no choice.

He could either drive forty-five minutes to return Evelyn back to her dorm and then drive another forty-five minutes to return to his apartment or he could throw her a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and wish her a good night. George went with the latter.

When George did eventually get settled into his bed, he could not get over how awkward and unconventional his Valentine's Day was. He managed to make it alone, but not before being accompanied by the smart mouth a few feet away.

With that thought and many others swirling in his mind, George exhaled heavily and found sleep minutes later.

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