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George and Will were just mates. He was a touchy guy, he made comments that made George feel dizzy and George definitely thought about snogging him senseless at least three times a day. You know, best friend stuff. Bros being bros. They were both straight and neither were in denial about anything. George normally repressed any sort of not-so-hetero thought towards Will, brushing it off. But he started to realise in a podcast shoot that he couldn’t do that for much longer.
“Alright lads, who’s ready for this week’s nutty news!”
“Go on!” James encouraged.
“Man from Tennessee sets alight an IHOP because they didn’t give him enough syrup. Perfectly valid, in my opinion!”
“Will, mate, there’s zero chance that’s true.” Alex giggles.
“It’s nutty news, it doesn’t have to be true, it just has to be a good talking point.” George retorts.
“Wait, George?”
“Yeah?
“Are you from Tennessee?”
“What? No, of course I’m not you actual wanker.”
“...’cause you’re the only ten I see!” Will laughed at his awful pickup line.
And thank fuck for the mask, because George was so red it was comparable to Alex’s 2016 brush with hair dye. It’s funny, because that stupid chat-up line that was 100% a JOKE, was all George needed to become fully smitten. He felt stupid to be so affected over what was just a stupid throwaway line designed to embarrass him. He’d never been gladder to wrap up a recording in his life.
jimbo mazza
J: So when r u gonna tell will u have a crush on him
G: my brother in christ What
J: You aren’t very subtle
G: get stuffed tf does that mean
J: Am i wrong?
G: yes u are
J: Righteo
G: ok well he is kind of fit but it’s not a crush ur making me sound like im an actual year 7
J: Jimbo mazza is proven right yet again
G: it isn’t a crush james im literally straight
J: Thats a funny way to spell gay for willne
G: its not really like that idk
G: ig im just confused on where i stand
G: but he def isn’t into me man so it doesn’t matter either way
G: if a word of this gets out to not just that blockhead but any of our other mates ur dead u know that right
J: I would never calm ur farm dwarf