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3rd POV
After speaking with the teachers, George began to wonder what was really going on with Georgie—and what kind of mental struggles he might be facing. He started writing down everything Georgie had said and done, like a professional psychiatrist taking notes.
He consulted Wayne and a few other teachers about it, and eventually, he came to a conclusion.
"Hey," George said as he returned home and found Mary preparing dinner. He also saw Georgie and Veronica studying together at the table. "We need to talk." he said to Mary seriously.
"Oh?" Mary looked at him, slightly worried. "What's the matter?" she asked, following George into their bedroom.
George hung up his jacket and turned to Mary. "I think you're right… we need to take Georgie to see a psychiatrist." he said, increasing her concern.
"Wh–what happened?" Mary asked, eyes wide. "Did Georgie get into a fight again at school?! That little rascal!" she snapped. "I can't believe after our talk he'd go and do it again!"
George quickly stopped her before she could storm off. "Hey, hey, calm down, alright?" he said, letting out a sigh. "It's not about that. It's something else."
Mary waited, staring at him, clearly wanting answers instantly. But as George sighed again dramatically and hesitated, she finally lost her patience.
"WHAT?!" she shouted, a little louder than she meant to.
George flinched and looked at her strangely. "Calm down, alright!" he whispered. That's when Mary realized she had raised her voice.
"Sorry—just tell me already!" she whispered back.
George, being in his dramatic self, took another deep breath and looked out the window like he was gazing into the distant, windswept prairie...Sorry.
He turned back to Mary. "Georgie has… a Big Brother issue."
Mary blinked. "Georgie doesn't have a big brother." She said with rolling her eyes.
"Well," George began, "you know how people say someone has daddy issues or mommy issues? Like they've got problems with one of their parents or don't follow what they say?"
Mary thought for a moment. "So… you mean he has a little brother and little sister issue?" she said and began to thinking again about this issue.
"Let's just call it a family issue?" Mary offered. Then, reconsidering, she added, "Wait, no—he doesn't have any issues with me!"
"Exactly! I wanted to call it a family issue too, but he's not having problems with me either! I am his favorite in this family, you know, father and first son thing." George said, snorting.
Mary gave him a look, and he paused "…What?" staring at Mary face with worry.
"Nothing," she whispered, then muttered under her breath, "You're not even number three on his favorite list."
"I am his favorite!" George protested.
Mary just waved her hand dismissively. "Not important! What did you mean by 'Younger Siblings Issue'?"
"That's a better name, I guess," George said, pulling out a piece of paper. "Look at this." He pointed to a note from Miss Ingram.
He waited as Mary read it, watching her expression change.
"Oh my… We need to talk to this teacher! How dare she call Georgie a liar!" Mary snapped, turning to George. "You didn't do anything, did you?!" She said seriously while looking at George with narrowing her eyes.
George looked offended, "Don't accuse me like that! I'm angry about the accusation itself—but after digging a little deeper, I realized the real problem isn't Miss Ingram. It's Georgie."
George then explained everything Miss Ingram had told him about Georgie and Sheldon.
Mary grew quiet as she listened, noticing how upset George was too. "I don't want to do this," George said, sighing again, "but Georgie needs help."
Mary leaned against him and sighed. "I think you're right. He needs a professional."
George smirked slightly and looked at her. "Well… speaking of professionals…" He pulled out another piece of paper. "This is something I wrote earlier—what led me to the 'Younger Siblings Issue' theory."
Mary looked it over. "Yeah, I think you might be right," she said, pointing at one of George's scribbled notes. "Also, I'm second on his favorite list, not you."
George pouted and grab his paper.
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3rd POV – Before George Came Home
Georgie and Veronica were driving toward the Cooper house.
"Hey, do you mind if we stop by my place first?" Veronica asked, glancing at Georgie, who seemed lost in thought.
Georgie smirked at her. "Oh sugar… you already promised my mom you'd behave. But I don't mind breaking the rules."
He placed a hand on her thigh.
Veronica raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me? I just need to grab some books." She sounded exasperated—but didn't push his hand away.
"Yeah? That's a shame," Georgie said, pulling his hand back.
"What are you doing? Put it back!" Veronica snapped, glaring at him.
Georgie laughed and rested his hand back on her thigh.
"You'd better keep your hands on my thigh and not someone else's." Veronica said with a smirk.
Georgie laughed louder and squeezed her thigh. "Hmm… you think so?" he whispered.
"Georgie… I'm driving…" she muttered, side-eyeing him.
"Sure…" Georgie said, pulling his hand away again.
Veronica gritted her teeth, pulled over, and making Georgie burst into laughter.
"Oh, shut up!" Veronica said, climbing into his lap.
After a few minutes of making out, they continued their trip to Veronica's house so she could grab a few things. What they didn't know was that her mom was home.
Veronica froze when she saw her mom sitting in the living room, watching TV with a bored expression.
"Mom? What are you doing here?" she asked nervously.
"I got home early…" her mom said, pouring herself a glass of wine. She glanced at Georgie. "Who's that?"
Veronica gave Georgie an apologetic smile and introduced him. "This is Georgie… my boyfriend…" she said hesitantly.
Georgie chuckled. "I thought you'd introduce me as just a friend." Then he turned to her mom with a smile. "Hi Mrs. Duncan, I'm Georgie."
"Hello… I don't know you, but you better not knock up my daughter," Katherine said tiredly. "I don't want to raise another baby in this house."
"MOM!" Veronica snapped. Katherine raised her hand.
"Sorry, it's the wine talking. I'm Katherine, but you can call me Kathy." she said, offering her hand to Georgie.
"You can rest assured, Mrs. Katherine—I take good care of your daughter," Georgie said, then looked at Veronica. "You sure you still want to come to my place? Your mom's here."
"Oh no no, darling, I've got a date. You two can go—like, now maybe?" Katherine replied, completely indifferent to their presence.
"…." Georgie was about to say something, but Veronica grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her room.
"Let's go, Georgie!" she said.
"Oh, and use protection, alright?!" Katherine called out as they walked away, making Veronica groan and slam her bedroom door.
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Georgie's POV
I looked at Veronica, her head lowered. Her mother... well, she's more than I could've imagined.
I glanced at her again — Veronica was still looking down, sad. I wasn't going to say anything about her mom. I wouldn't do that to Veronica.
So I just pulled her into a hug and held her close without saying a word. Truth is, I didn't know what to say — but she needed a hug, and that much I could give.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, just holding each other until she pulled away.
"So... what do you want to take with you?" I asked, skipping over everything that had just happened.
"I just need a few books... and some clothes," Veronica said, looking at me.
"Can I stay at your place for a couple of nights?" she added, her voice a little awkward.
"Of course," I said with a smile. "Actually, you can sleep at my room forever."
Then I chuckled, "Dang it, maybe they're right — we really do look like a newlywed couple."
"You're lucky to have me as your wife," Veronica teased, flashing a smile.
"Yes, I am," I said and kissed her softly.
She reached out, tugged me closer, and kept kissing me.
Well... one thing led to another.
But no — we didn't go that far. Not here, not even earlier in the car.
I'm pretty proud of myself. Clap for me please!.
After some intense making out in Veronica's room — yeah, just a few minutes (not enough for me, honestly) — we left and found her mom still holding a bottle of wine.
Yeah, this time she skipped the glass and went straight for the bottle.
"Well, that was quick," Katherine said when she heard our footsteps.
"You guys used protection, right?" she slurred.
"No." Veronica said bluntly and walked past her without another word.
I glanced at Katherine, noticing her face twitch in irritation.
"No, Mrs. Katherine, we didn't do anything like that." I added quickly.
"Are you gay?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at me, her voice weirdly curious.
I blinked. "No, I'm not gay." I said, shaking my head.
"Well, that's good," she replied. "Wanna drink?" she added, raising her almost-empty wine bottle.
I shook my head. "Thanks, but no. Veronica's going to stay at my place for a few days. Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. But I'm not paying for it." she muttered, waving me off.
"Alright." I said, not pushing it any further, and we headed out of the house.
"What did she say?" Veronica asked, watching my expression. "I hope she didn't say anything weird."
"She's fine with you staying at my place," I replied as we got in the car.
"Of course she is," Veronica scoffed, slipping into the driver's seat. "You didn't even need to ask. She won't notice I'm gone for days."
"You wanna talk about it?" I asked gently.
Veronica sighed heavily. "Maybe later, Georgie…"
I reached over and stroked her hair. "It's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed about any of this. Your life's not perfect — mine isn't either."
She turned to me, frustrated.
"Not perfect?! You have a perfect family, Georgie!" she snapped, finally letting out what she'd been holding in.
She wasn't perfect. Her life wasn't perfect. And honestly, I never expected her to be.
"Do you know what she did when I was eight?! She gave me money — to buy her wine!" Veronica shouted, tears in her eyes.
"Your family is perfect, Georgie! Don't rub it in my face!"
"Even Sheldon and Missy are perfect! Sheldon's a genius, and Missy is adorable!"
"Oh yeah, she is cute…" I said with a small laugh, but one look from Veronica shut me up.
"I'm sorry I'm not perfect!" she cried, looking away.
"I'm ashamed you had to see my family like this…"
I brushed her hair again gently.
"…I'm sorry for yelling at you," she whispered, leaning against me, her tears falling freely.
"Please... don't leave me."
"I never want to leave you," I said, wiping her tears.
"Eight years old buying wine? Where the hell do you even buy wine as a kid?!"
Veronica laughed through her tears and lightly punched my arm.
"Don't joking around!" she said, but held onto me tightly.
"I don't care about all that," I said seriously. "You matter to me. Sure, I want to get to know your mom eventually, but we've got time. Hell, we're just high schoolers."
I looked away for a second.
"Oh yeah... I keep forgetting that."
Veronica giggled again and climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around me tightly.
I rubbed her back gently.
"It's okay. I'm not gonna judge you or your family. My family won't either. We'll accept you, always."
"Mmhmm…" Veronica nodded and snuggled into my neck.
"You want me to drive?" I asked, and she looked up at me.
"You can drive?"
"I can… but I don't have a license." I shrugged.
She shook her head, smiling, "No, I'll drive. But I need your scent first..."
Then she snuggled back into my neck.
I sighed, letting her rest on my lap for a little while longer.
"…Can you stop grabbing my butt?" she whispered in my ear.
"No," I replied simply, and kept doing what I needed to do —
For love. For family.
To keep the smiles alive… even if it meant making the sun smile back at us.