Alone with you

                                    

                                          
{ 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 - 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 }
                          
" 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤. 
   𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪" 
                          
𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫. 
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"Blake? You're acting a little weird. Are you feeling alright?" George pressed his palm against Blake's forehead, checking for any sign of a temperature or some sort of unprecedented sickness. Anything that would disclose the reason for his best friend acting weirdly suspicious. He always got jittery and strange when he was sick and tried to hide it, so that must be it.
                          
Blake only pushed him off with a strained laugh, looking at him warily before bringing out his expanded smile, one that looked like he was trying to cover up something. 
                          
"George, I'm fine I promise! I just wanted to spend some time with you." He raised his eyebrow, arms coming up to fold across his chest, attempting to look intimidating. But knowing him, he probably looked like a pouty puppy. 
                          
"Oh yeah? So why have we been walking around in circles for hours? And why do you keep checking your phone so often? It's a little strange.." he lowers his voice and defensive stance as he looks at the taller boy in front of him. His face was a mix of internal panic and what looked like indecisiveness, like he was struggling to find the right worlds.
                          
He feels a frown play on his lips, looking around and spotting a bench only a few feet away from them. He smiles up at Blake, putting a comforting arm on his forearm as he guides them over. He feels the tension leave Blake's shoulders, clearly thinking that he has dropped whatever the hell is going on.
                          
Absolutely not. Blake had been the most amazing friend recently, always there when he needed him, encouraging him that bottling up his problems would only lead to them exploding, amplifying the longer he kept them in. Clearly his friend was in distress, a very mild layer of distress. But he would get out whatever was bothering the brunette's mind.
                          
"Ok, I know somethings going on blake. You're so jittery and worried looking, and I'm not stupid. Remember what you are always saying, 'never bottle up what can easily be said'." He brought his hands up to mimic Blake's previous words that had at the time been unbelievably overbearing, but now he could see the truth held behind them. 
                          
Blake's face scrunched up a little, a suppressed smile playing on his lips that he was evidently trying his hardest to conceal. And was failing dramatically as George turned up the intensity of his glare, getting increasingly annoyed. 
                          
"Blake! This isn't funny, I'm being serious here. You can talk to me, ok? Don't think because I'm a little messed up with problems that yours are insignificant-"
                          
"You're not messed up stop saying th-"
                          
"Hey! That is not the point here. This is not about me, it's about you. Whatever's going on in your head, you can tell me." He grabbed Blake's hand lightly, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze before letting go.