Word Count: 6,293
Monday morning, Georgia rolls out of bed and into the shower in record timing, a little more pep in her step for some reason. She blow dries her hair and slips on somewhat warm clothing before walking into the hall to see her dad at the breakfast table.
“Geeps!” he calls, looking up at her from over the top of the newspaper.
Word Count: 4,050
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Word Count: 3,627
Georgia gets home at three thirty only to rush up to her bedroom and change, hoping to be back out of the house by three forty-five. She pulls off her school clothes after throwing her backpack on her bed top, dropping the clothes to the floor. “I really need to clean up in here,” she mumbles to herself as she traipses to the dresser and begins rummaging through the drawers in search for her khaki skinny jeans. Groaning, she pilfers through her closet for a moment before locating her maroon polo with the coffee shop logo on the left breast side. “There we are,” Georgia says, pulling the skinny jeans up her legs and the top over her head.
Word Count: 4,287
Rated: PG (language)
Stepping out of her little Mazda, Georgia keeps reminding herself that it’s Friday and she’s only got six hours until the weekend. She sees Penelope’s bubblegum pink Volkswagen Bug parked only a few spaces away, and she knows that her friend will be waiting inside as usual.
Although she doesn’t expect Peeps to be talking with Ashton Irwin.
Word Count: 2,735
Rated: PG (language)
“God,” Georgia mumbles as she takes her last steps toward the bright blue locker. “Why did I have to get the one nearest the bathroom?” She presses her forehead to the cold metal and sighs, closing her eyes and trying to be calm. Other words are running through her mind as she lifts her head from the comfortable position and her fingers fumble with her combination knob. Just as she goes to flip the last number, she’s sidetracked by the restless shifting of feet and familiar voices just up the hallway.
Word Count: 759
Maybe it is the way he constantly taps his pencil against his desktop only a few inches away. Maybe it is the limitless amount of low-pitched hums always passing through his lips. Maybe it is the way he rolls his eyes at any teacher when he is the one called to answer the question. Or maybe, this is a long shot though, it is the annoyingly well-put-together clothing he wears daily.
But there is just something about Luke Hemmings that Georgia cannot stand.
Hey hey hey it isn’t crazy, no ma’am it isn’t. It’s normal. A lot of people feel like that, I know I have. I’m afraid that if I meet them they’ll run away screaming. But the truth is? 5SOS love us more than they love themselves. We’re their family, they love us with every little shred of their hearts. So there’s no way that they would do anything but love you even more once they see your beautiful face :) and you should give them the note. They thrive off of those notes, that’s part (if not the whole) of the reason as to why they’re still a band. They love making people happy and helping people. So give them the note, they’ll love it and you :) i promise x
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