redamancy || georgenotfound

seventeen

gogy: hey

me: hi

me: how'd the date go?

gogy: kind of awful

gogy: idk it was just really weird

me: oh no

me: what happened

gogy: i could sense the gaslighting starting to emerge again

me: oh

me: a bitch is about to get slapped

gogy: lmaooo no no

gogy: i left once she started pleading with me to buy her something

gogy: with supposedly the money i earned from being famous

gogy: oh and also apparently it wasn't even to get me "back", it was just to get ahold of one of my friends

me: wow

me: that's actually messed up im sorry

me: are you okay?

gogy: eh i'll get over it

gogy: just need to make sure i don't mess up again

me: mess up in what way?

gogy: go back to ex's thinking they changed

me: oh

me: i mean people give each other the benefit of the doubt usually

me: unless they prove otherwise

gogy: yeah

gogy: i just need to get over it

me: that takes time

gogy: true

me: don't burden yourself with that

gogy: okay

me: okay

me: wanna call?

gogy: that would be nice

•••

"Hello?" I asked, surprised at the fact that George was the first to dial in, breaking the cycle of me relentlessly pounding in his number multiple times when he wouldn't respond.

"Hey," George spoke, his voice cracking at the last syllable. "Whoa, sorry. My throat is dry." I heard him rummaging on the other end, and his gulps indicating he was indeed slurping on his water bottle.

"Understandable," I tried to reassure, and slumped onto the headboard that was cushioned by pillows that I spent too much money on. "Don't let that girl ruin your day. She's not worth it."

George laughed, but I could still hear the pang of disappointment remain in the fluctuations of pitch. "I know, I know."

The call became quiet too quickly, and I chewed my inner cheek thoughtfully, brainstorming what would be necessary to stitch a reopened wound. Apparently I had lost all skill that I possessed in high school to console people "correctly", which angered me to an extent. If anything, I wanted to take his pain and strip it onto myself. George didn't deserve it. He was a good guy, and only an idiot would be blind to that.

"What... do you spend your free time doing?" I finally said after spending too long gathering my thoughts. "Okay, video games, but-"

"Shut up. I do things," he protested.