One Move
“Elsie? Is that you?” A familiar voice I know all too well. I don’t turn around.
“What the hell do you think?” I say sarcastically, my arms full.
“I dunno, you just look-“
“Look what, George, look what”
“Well, tired”
I sigh, turning to face him. “What do you want?”
“What are you doing with all those boxes?”
“George, I asked you first”
“Why are you calling me George? You used to always call me Georgie”
“Yeah, used to” I mutter, turning back around to face my car.
“So what are you doing with those boxes?”
“None of your business”
“C’mon, I’m trying to be nice”
“And so am I” I say, my jaw clenched.
“Doesn’t seem like it”
“Shut up”
I aggressively place the box in the backseat of the car.
“For the third time, what are you doing with those boxes”
“Why would you care anyway?” I turn back around to face him, my arms crossed.
“Because, because we’re. Because we’re friends?” I roll my eyes at him. How stupid does he think I am.
“No we’re not. Not anymore.”
“What happened?”
“What do you mean?! You were the one who screwed it up!”
“Look, I’m sorry, I made a mistake”
“I know. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I can forgive, but I can’t forget.” I slam the car door shut.
There’s an uncomfortable silence. Usually it would be a comfortable sweet one. But not today.
“I heard about what you did at church. Missy told me. I appreciate it.” He sends a smile in my direction.
On a normal day before any of this happened, I would’ve blushed. But not today.
“Congrats I guess. I heard the news.” I say, returning a smaller smile.
“Thanks, however awkward this is, I mean it.”
“Slightly more awkward now” I reply with a small chuckle.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re going with those boxes now?”
I hesitate. Should I tell him? Would he really care? “I’m moving.”
“What?”
“I’m moving.” Maybe I shouldn’t have told him.
“Where and why?”
“Across the country, to Colorado, for college” I look down at my feet and place my hands on my hips.
“Colorado?! That’s twelve hours away”
“I know”
“That’s far away”
“I know”
“Like super far”
“I know Georgie!” I say, frustrated.
“Are you gonna visit, or come back?” He says softer.
“I don’t know yet.”
“When are you leaving?”
“In three to four months, I just need to find finalise it”
“Where are those boxes going?”
“To a charity shop”
“Well, I hope I see you before you go.”
“So do I”
He smiles before walking away.
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Another scene between Georgie and my OC. This is season 5 after *something* happens. I shan’t spoil it now though, but if you know you know