I regret every decision I made leading up to this point. Except for the hairspray thing, that one was worth it.

The decision I regret the most is letting them stay in my apartment. It hasn't been a day, and I'm already dying from a headache and scared that the blonde maniac will murder me in my sleep because I used his unfortunate love life as an insult. He's in the hallway with Nick and I have no idea what's about to come.

"That was too far," George whispers to me, yet I have no intentions of whispering at all.

"He called me a fucking bitch!" I practically yell out, and sure enough, everyone hears it.

I hear hurried footsteps coming towards the living room. It's Clay trying to escape Nick's grip. They're talking too, but most of it is unintelligible.

Clay doesn't even get to step a foot near us.

"Just fucking listen to me!" Nick's voice is scary as he pushes Clay towards the wall.

"Why would I fucking bother!?" And Clay's voice is even scarier, "All you're good for is discussing the details of my personal life with a random b-"

"Shut the fuck up, won't you?" George cuts him off.

In my head, I'm planning ways I can kick them out right here and right now. I come up with a good enough line when I realize that Nick and that scary beast are no longer in the house. They left and I didn't even notice. I'm not even sure if they left or Nick just dragged him out.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know he did that," George draws his full attention to me cause we're the only people in the room.

"I don't even care, you're leaving anyway," I'm still mad that all of this is happening because of my kindness.

Up till this point, I have avoided eye contact between us because I tend to do that when I'm frustrated. But when I feel George's hand on the side of my arm, I automatically turn my head to look at his face.

Big mistake. Huge mistake.

"Yeah, but he'll apologize before that," he speaks looking directly into my eyes.

"I don't need his apology," and the unconfident trembly voice is about to make a comeback.

Why is he still touching my arm? And looking at me like that? And why am I such an embarrassment to myself?

"No, you do," he shakes his head.

I sigh and move away from him. It's 6 a.m. and I don't have the energy to do any of this. I don't even want to sleep, I simply can't. I'll just go for a walk and think about what I've done.

When I enter the bedroom and see myself in the mirror, I have to admit that I don't look my best without any makeup. But that's the last thing that bothers me, I'm more focused on trying to find some warm clothes in my suitcase. That task alone takes me about 15 minutes. With one last look in the mirror, I change my mind and put on some concealer and lipgloss to look less dead and finally get out of the room.

I see that George is keeping himself busy with his phone. When he sees me, he immediately gets up from the couch.

"You're going?" I'm sure he sees that I am indeed going, he just wants to know where I'm going.

"For a walk," I focus on my reflection as I speak, hoping this interaction ends before I say something stupid.

He nods, mumbling a little "okay" and standing still in his place. I look at him briefly, say goodbye, and turn around to leave.

"Can I join?"

Yes. Thank you.

"Sure," I answer casually. At least I hope it sounds casual.

"Okay, let me get dressed real quick."

I take a seat on the corner of the couch as he disappears into the room, relieved that he actually offered company. I did want to talk to somebody about what just happened, I just didn't want to stay inside.

Two equal parts of me think totally different things and I'm slowly getting paranoid about everything. Half of me thinks that I'm creating problems for myself by letting them stay with me longer, yet the other half doesn't imagine the guilt I would feel if I just told them to leave.

And don't get me started with the Clay situation, I've never been so confused in my life before. Well, maybe that's a lie, I did say that same thing before failing every single math test.

Anyways, my eyes follow the sound of spraying and I catch George adjusting his hair with the infamous product. It's such a shame that he cares about his appearance more than I do, cause we're about to go for a walk with him looking like a model while I'm a single floppy hat away from becoming a scarecrow.

"All done?" I get impatient seeing that now he's spraying cologne.

"Almost," rubbing his wrists together, he finally puts on a jacket, "done."

I don't know if he has keys but I take mine just in case before leaving. And I also don't know if it's right to leave the house while those two are god knows where and probably don't even have keys. Which reminds me-

"Where did they go? Are they okay?" I ask, locking the door.

"I texted Nick, he said they're together and I shouldn't worry," George truly does sound like he couldn't care less, "I'm not gonna babysit them, they're adults."

Well, they both act like kids so I'm not sure about that one.

"Do they have keys?" I probably should stop worrying about them, I'm starting to disgust myself.

"I don't even know if they're coming back anytime soon. If anything, Nick will call."

I nod once again and double-check if the door is locked. Once I make sure, we head towards the elevator which still smells rotten. I'm glad George's cologne overpowers it.

"This elevator fucking reeks," George scrunches up his nose.

"At least you smell good."

I... should think before speaking.

All I wanted to say was that his cologne cancels the smell of the elevator, but it comes out way too flirty for me to feel comfortable. And the fact that we're locked in these four walls makes the tension stronger.

"Finally, someone who appreciates it," he laughs, "thank you, I sold my kidneys to buy that cologne."

My goal is to one day be able to take compliments like he does.