Imagine you're sleeping peacefully in the morning and then you decide to change your position. After doing so, your arm hangs down from the bunk bed and before you can even wake up, someone pulls on it roughly causing you to fall to the ground.

That's how my morning is going.

"Oh my god, you fucking moron!" It's the first thing that leaves my mouth. I'm still unaware of what's happening, I just know that I fell on the hard floor cause someone pulled me.

I open my eyes and blink a few times to see George covering his mouth with both hands. His eyes are wide open, brows are positioned high on his forehead.

"I-" he tries to speak but pauses, "I'm so sorry I thought it was Nick."

He must be joking.

"What part of long acrylic nails reminded you of Nick!?" My voice is so loud and annoyed.

"I didn't see! I woke up, my vision was blurry, I saw a hand and pulled thinking it was Nick, I'm so sorry!" He explains in one breath.

I'm not that mad at him cause he's cute and I don't think I broke anything, but I'm mad enough to get somewhat of a revenge for the pain I feel in my ass bones.

I sigh and blink, shaking my head and looking at a random spot before speaking.

"Whatever, turn on the lights, I can't see anything."

The thing is, it's morning. The room is as bright as it can get. Yet George's face becomes as gloomy as it can get.

"What?" His accent pops on that one.

"Turn on the lights, it's dark!" I continue playing my game, hoping I won't break character anytime soon.

"It's not funny-" even though I'm not looking at George, I can still hear the terror in his voice.

"What's not funny? Turn on the lights, is it that hard?" I pretend to get angry, and that's when he falls for it.

He takes in a jagged breath and puts both hands on the sides of his face, taking a few steps back in horror and trying to speak. I didn't even hit my head but he probably thinks I hit it hard enough to go blind.

"Guys-" his voice breaks, "g-guys!"

I would love to continue what I started but his face was matching the white paint on the walls and his voice was hilariously shaky. I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing.

George looks at me as if I betrayed him, immediately lets go of the many breaths he took in throughout these few seconds, and puts his hand on the wall for support.

"Anastasia-"

"Y-your face!" The whole thing makes me laugh hysterically, especially the fact that he needs to lean on the wall from how weak his legs got from terror, "Didn't know you could get any whiter."

"It's not fucking funny." He sounds out of breath and even if the whole thing wasn't funny, the way he speaks and looks right now is enough to make me laugh.

"You should've seen your face," I wipe the corners of my eyes, still not able to control my laugh.

"I thought you can't fucking see my face!" George finally lets go of the wall and stands up, exhaling one more time to fix his breathing pattern, "It's not funny!"

"How'd you fall for that?" I didn't know I could be that convincing. I just thought he'd get annoyed from my play which was enough to give me satisfaction, but the fact that he actually got that scared is hysterical.

"Just like you fell from the bed," the way he's trying to get back at me even though he's the one who started this makes me come up with something else.

I extend my hand towards him to signal him to help me get up, and he takes it undoubtedly. Then I pull as hard as I can, which causes me to get up on my feet and him get down to the floor.

I do not regret it one bit, my ass is still sore.

"OW! What was that for!?" He flinches, rubbing his elbow even though there's not even a scratch on it.

"That one's for Nick," I wink at George with a grin, which makes him shake his head and finally smile. I genuinely think Nick wouldn't survive that fall, he doesn't have enough cushioning down there.

"I see how it is," he pouts dramatically, "thought I was your favourite."

Oh..

Oh? Was it that obvious? My smile disappears cause now I'm uncomfortable that he knows. I chew on the corner of my lip and hurriedly speak.

"Yeah.. no." I shake my head.

It's such a confidence boost for him to see me flustered. He smirks and longs his hand for me to grab it and help him up.

I don't take it. Firstly because, oh my god, skin contact, and secondly because my previous actions gave me trust issues.

"I won't pull, I promise," he smiles. God, his smile is so attractive.

"I don't trust you," Clay's lessons are working I guess.

"Come on.." he accentuates the words, "I promised."

I sigh. Breaking the eye contact, I finally grab his hand. From the way he got up so effortlessly, I don't think he even needed my assistance.

"See, I didn't lie." He smiles.

Yeah, he didn't lie. But why is he still holding my hand?

"Yeah, haha," I try to pull my hand away, but he doesn't let me. Does he like to see me suffer?

I see him look at me suspiciously with a smile. He's onto me.

"Why are you so nervous?" George chuckles.

My lips separate but nothing comes out. What am I supposed to say? Why is he asking me this?

"I'm not nervous," I relax my hand in his to make myself sound more believable.

"Yeah, you shouldn't be," he smiles.

"Mhm." My voice is high-pitched, I sound ridiculous.

"But you are."

I can't take this anymore.

I know that it's probably weird for him to see how confident I am with Nick, and even with Clay, and how different I am with him. I can't help it, I'm trying my best but what should I do? Regulate my heartbeat? I'm not a doctor. I can barely control my brain.

"You make me kinda nervous," I finally admit, "I don't know why."

George nods with a smirk. I keep the eye contact this time, waiting for him to say something. But instead he lifts my hand and puts it on the side of his neck.

"So how can we fix that?" His voice is low.

If I wasn't sure already what he meant, when I felt his arm wrap around the small of my back, it all became clear. This is the second attempt at accomplishing what we couldn't in the bathroom.

Our faces inch closer and closer, and when it's near the point where I can feel the heat radiating from his lips, I pull away. I look at him briefly and drop my hand from his neck. He looks confused.

"You know, I think it'll go away on its own," I smile, pushing his hand down from my waist.

If he thinks I'm that easy, he's wrong.