The Triangle

Chapter 114 ? Bonding

-GEORGE's POV-
When I made it inside my house, my father instantly walked to me and slammed a piece of paper against my chest.

G DAD:
"Go get the food list." He spoke lowly then went upstairs.

I sighed instantly while staring down at the piece of paper I was given. On the list was about 30 items that I had to get from the grocery store.

While rolling my eyes, I decided going grocery shopping was better than doing difficult math homework, as well as watching my crush and my best friend bond through my window.

So, I got my phone and wallet from my backpack and left my house to go to the store.

-NICK's POV-
Wilbur ended up driving us to the destination of my choice, my house. When we made it, he parked the car, and we hopped out of it, shutting the doors behind us.

I led him to my garage, typed in the code and opened the garage door, stepping inside.

WILBUR:
"Why'd you want to come here?"

NICK:
"Cause," I bent down to pick up my songbook off of the drum stool, "You're talented at the guitar, you're in Writing Club and, I could use some help with a new song."

I sat down on the drummers stool while holding up my book. Wilbur raised his eyebrows.

WILBUR:
"A—Are you sure you want me writing for you, I mean, it's your band..." He spoke nervously.

NICK:
"Well, if you're talented enough and if you don't get on my nerves..." I raised an eyebrow at him, sighing, "Then you could possibly...join one day..."

Wilbur stuttered on his words while messing with his fingers.

NICK:
"Damn. I expected our crush to make you stutter, not me." I laughed slightly.

WILBUR:
"Y—Yeah it's just um...being in a band has also been a dream of mine too, along with being a writer, but uh—I—I've written a few lyrics before that I could, show you...?" He asked hesitantly.

NICK:
"Go for it." I shrugged.

Wilbur nervously smiled, then sat down on the garage floor. He set his backpack down, got out his notebook and pen, then began writing down some lyrics.

After a few moments, he looked up and handed me his journal.

WILBUR:
"T—These are some lyrics I wrote a while ago that I memorized...I—I know the rest of them, but we don't have to use them..."

I held his notebook in my hands and read the few lyrics he wrote on there.

•••••

❥Lyric credit goes to: Little Mix

It's obvious you're meant for me
Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly
Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep
But I'll never show it on my face
But we know this, we got a love that is homeless

Why can't you hold me in the street?
Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can't we be like that?
Cause I'm yours.

Why can't I say that I'm in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftops.
I wish that it could be like that
Why can't we be like that?
Cause I'm yours.

I don't wanna live love this way
I don't wanna hide us away
I wonder if it ever will change
I'm living for that day, someday.

•••••

I stared at the lyrics in shock, they were actually pretty good. I tilted my head down to look at Wilbur.

NICK:
"They're pretty good." I raised my eyebrows, making Wilbur release the breath he was holding, "Why're you so nervous all of a sudden?"

WILBUR:
"I—I don't know, I just...never showed anyone my writing nor my music before...I didn't know if I was any good..."

My eyes fell to his notebook.

NICK:
"Well you are..." I looked back at him, meeting his eyes, "These lyrics are great but, keep them in the original song you had."

WILBUR:
"Really...?"

NICK:
"Yeah, we can think of other ideas for mine."

WILBUR:
"D—Do you um...want to hear the full song...?"

NICK:
"Sure." I lightly smiled.

Wilbur lightly smiled back, then stood up and grabbed a guitar.

-GEORGE's POV-
While walking down the somewhat quiet aisles, I sighed while grabbing some groceries from the list.

After getting the correct items from that aisle, the next ones I needed were in the aisle to the left.

When I turned the corner into the next aisle, what I saw made me gasp and widen my eyes, stopping in my tracks.

Darryl and Zak split apart from their kiss.

Both of them looked like deer caught in headlights. Zak appeared to be more nervous than Darryl.

DARRYL:
"G—George—" He stuttered, "T—This isn't what it looks like..."

Darryl split apart from Zak quickly.

DARRYL:
"H—He was just um...bullying me...?"

I darted my eyes back and forth between them awkwardly.

DARRYL:
"Fudge..." He sighed, "Please don't tell anyone, George."

Darryl had slight tears forming in my eyes, making me gulp nervously. Then I glanced at Zak, he had his arms crossed while shooting me death stares.

GEORGE:
"Are..." I chose my words carefully, "Are you two...dating?"

ZAK:
"No." He instantly said in panic, bringing a hurt expression from Darryl, "We're not dating..."

DARRYL:
"Why can't we just tell people...? Why're you ashamed of me...?" He asked quietly with a frown.

Zak's eyes fell to the tile as he clenched his jaw. Darryl stormed off, making me frown at him. Zak met my eyes.

ZAK:
"If you say anything to anyone about what you saw, you're dead Davidson, you got that...??" He flared his nostrils.

I clenched my jaw at him.

GEORGE:
"I don't care what your sexuality is. All I care about is if my friend is happy, which clearly he isn't thanks to you."

He swallowed hard.

GEORGE:
"If you're so afraid of people knowing your sexuality, maybe you shouldn't be dating Darryl at all...because he doesn't deserve to be led on like that..."

He glared harder at me as he slightly frowned.

GEORGE:
"I'll keep your secret...even if it wasn't with Darryl and with some other guy...I still wouldn't tell anyone...believe it or not, I'm not a douche like you..."

His expression softened for a moment, then went back to serious. I sighed then walked away, pushing my cart in front of me, leaving Zak alone in the aisle.

-Y/N's POV-
After studying for a few hours with Clay, we decided to go downstairs for more food. When we made it to the kitchen, the doorbell rung.

Y/N:
"I got it. You should make us cookies." I grinned.

CLAY:
"I like the way you think." He chuckled.

After he spoke, I walked away to answer the door.

When I swung open the front door, I gasped as my heart dropped. Standing in the doorway, was Clay's former jailbird father.

❥Thanks for reading!
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