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'I'm coming',

I heard George yell as I knocked on his front door, I stood there waiting for him to come to the door, I began to fiddle with the six pack of beer I had in my hands. I looked up as the door opened, I lifted the beer up and began to smile at him,

'I am very confused but am not going to say no',

George said taking the six pack of beer from my hands and somewhat inviting me into his place as he walk away from me into his kitchen, I kicked the door closed behind me,

'so what can I do for you y/n?',

George asked putting the beer into fridge and pulling out two the were already cold. I put my keys and phone onto the table before walking closer to him, he looked at me slightly confused,

'George',

I said before taking in a slight breath. He went to smile at me but stopped himself,

'yes',

George said looking down at me. He handed me one of the beers that were in his hands, I grabbed it before walking away from him slightly. He let out a slight breath, I smiled to myself knowing that the feelings that I had were definitely mutual,

'I like you'.

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