Today was that day.

It's been a week since the boys went on break. Me Jeena and them we were going out for dinner. Of course, we had no idea how would get anywhere without fans finding us. But they claimed they found a place where we didn't have to worry about that. I helped Jeena with her hair since she wasn't very good at reaching the back. I didn't want too much makeup, because then I look like a clown. Really, I don't like makeup. It makes me feel fake.

All that I did was use vaseline for two things.

It's truly a lifesaver.

Lips, eyelashes.

That's it.

I walked out where Jeena was sitting on the couch wearing a dress, a jean jacket, and combat boots. It was really cute, and I wished I could rock something that that. Maybe I could, but I really didn't like how I looked in dresses, really. I haven't liked wearing them since I was maybe ten.

"What are you wearing?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, you're going casual and I'm here looking like I'm ready for a date."

I laughed at her. "You know I don't like wearing dresses. They make me look weird. And anyway, they won't care. I'm sure Andrew will think you're beautiful." I teased. I could've kept going but I didn't want to get her too flustered before we had to leave.

She threw a pillow at me. "Shut up."

"Plus, I did a great job on your hair. That tops it off." I got her up off of the couch and out the door.

"You did do really well." She complimented. "I wish you'd do this every day."

"I don't have much patience. We both have a lot of hair."

My car was old but still worked.

Somehow.

I was saving up for a new one. This was a hand me down from my other family. I only took it so I could use it as my getaway car.

They gave us the address, so Jeena put it into her GPS system. That somehow worked better than the car itself. It was a little loud but I couldn't turn it down much more.

The restaurant was in the city, but it was beautiful. Parking wasn't too hard to find, and thankfully we got a spot very close to the entrance.

We walked inside and searched for George and Andrew. They shouldn't have been too hard to find, but they were truly nowhere to be seen.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?" A woman asked.

"Uh, I'm not really sure," I said stupidly. She frowned, and I told myself to breathe before I made a fool out of myself. "Were supposed to be here with two guys named George and Andrew? I'm not sure if they came in already..."

Her eyes widened, so I stopped talking. I guess she knew what I was talking about. "Right. They mentioned you. Right, this way."

We were lead around other tables and through another door. There was a single table in the center of this room, and George and Andrew were standing with smiles on their faces.

"See, I feel silly," Jeena whispered to me. "They don't look that formal."

"Well if you're asking me, I think Andrew had a bit of a similar idea." I looked at him up and down. He was wearing black jeans and a white button-up shirt.

I guess George and Andrew decided to both go with the same ish idea. Now I felt underdressed. Was I too casual?

George had a black button up shirt on plus a denim jacket with a thin layer of wool on the inside. It was slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, guys." Andrew waved us over.

"Hey Andrew," Jeena said sheepishly after I elbowed her for not replying back.

"Please, call me Andy." He winked. I sat next to Jeena while George was in front of me, and Andrew was in front of Jeena.

I could already tell this was going to be impossible without getting myself flustered a few times. George's face was just gorgeous. Not to mention the amount of hair he had. I wonder what shampoo he used?

What kind of question is that? I asked myself.

Plus it was glowing. And so were his eyes. They may have been a gorgeous brown/hazel type color in this lighting, but to me, they were the type of eyes I could get lost in. Not like the corny "lost in ocean eyes" type of thing. I mean, he is Greek after all. Most Greek men are terribly attractive.

I realized I was staring at him, and I wasn't even paying attention to any of the conversing that was happening. I tried to subtly look away.

Whatever Andrew said then made George laugh.

That laugh.

"Hello, what can I get for you all to drink tonight?" A man came over with a notepad and a pen.

We waited for the waiter to walk away before continuing to talk again.

"So how old are you guys?" Andrew asked. I couldn't help but notice how he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Jeena. It made me smile.

"We're both 18," I said.

"I just turned twenty-one last month," Andrew announced. "This baby doesn't turn twenty-one until June."

"I'm not a baby. You're not even a year older than me. A few months, at that." George swiped the back of his head.

Our conversations were going better than I thought. I had assumed there would really only be small talk. But we really got to laughing, and soon ordered our food.

"Should we tell them what happened during the concert?" George asked.

"Sure." Andrew took a sip of his water.

"So during the break, we went into our dressing room to go fix up, right?"

My heart nearly stopped, and I quickly glanced at Jeena, noticing she must've been thinking the same thing. I was basically holding my breath trying not to giggle.

"So right before we were about to leave to get back on stage, we swear we heard somebody in our dressing room." George puts a finger on his chin, right below his lip. "We were going to look around to find out who it was, but we got called back to the stage."

Andrew chimed in. "Could you imagine if we were getting changed into different clothes? That would have been horrid!"

I looked at Jeena again, and we both couldn't hold it in any longer. I nearly started coughing from laughing so hard. Tears were coming out of my eyes.

"What's so funny?" George asked.

"Uhm," I said. "Well you see... that person might have been... me."

Andrew and George started changing their moods, plus their facial expressions. They seemed a little creeped out, but I didn't blame them.

"May I ask why you were in there?" Andrew sounded a little suspicious.

"Alright." I stayed calm while I told the story. "We wanted to use the bathroom while you guys took the break. So we went separate ways. I found a door with no label and went in, stupidly. I heard voices, so I assumed I had found the bathrooms. Turns out, I was completely wrong. Before I could leave you guys came in so I hid behind the boxes. I wasn't trying to catch a glimpse of anything, I promise."

Andrew bit his lip. "Did you hear our conversation?"

Our food came, and I started eating before I replied. I was going to admit that I did, but then again I would feel bad if he knew that I knew what his thoughts were on my friend. "Nope. I was too afraid to even pay attention to the situation. I think your voices were muffled by the sound of my own thoughts, praying that you were gonna leave soon. Of course, then I sneezed."

"Yeah, horrible timing." George agreed. "As long as you weren't trying to find us on purpose, then it's no big deal."

"Thank you," I said.

The food was absolutely fantastic. I'm not sure where we were eating, but it couldn't have been cheap.

By the time I was finished, There was no room for dessert. On my part, at least.

"That was a lot, but I'll go for something sweet," Andrew commented.

"Oh, big boy Andy." George teased.

Andrew scrunched up his nose cocking a snook at him, then patted his stomach.

The waiter came back. "Would any of you like to look at the dessert menu?"

"I would!" Andrew and Jeena said in unison. I looked at George, who just might have had the same thought as me.

When the waiter walked away, Jeena tapped my shoulder and motioned for me to lean over so she could whisper something. "George totally had a thing for you."

I blushed, but the two men had no clue why. "Oh yeah? Well, guess what?" I put my hand over my mouth and stuck my tongue in her ear. Her mouth gaped open, but she kept still. "That was gross, DJ."

"Yeah, because I think you're full of shit," I said.

"What did you say?" George asked me.

Jeena decided to answer for me. "Nothing, she just licked my ear."

I smiled, closing my eyes. "You did it to me first."

"Yeah." She scoffed. "In tenth grade."

I pushed the topic aside when the waiter came back a few minutes later. "Alrighty, do we know what we want?"

After they ordered, I lightly kicked Jeena in the shin and laughed. "When do you guys go back on tour."

"In less than two months," Andrew said.

"Oh wow, I guess you'll be pretty busy preparing and stuff," Jeena said. I had to hold my breath again to try and not laugh at her response.

"Not really." George took a sip of his water. "That's why it's called 'break', we get at least a little time off before we go to Asia."

"Oooo." I hissed out. "You just got subtly roasted by George Michael himself."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make myself sound that way." He did everything to make sure he didn't make eye contact with us

"Nah, I was just teasing her." I laughed.

Their deserts arrived and I sat there while trying to get every chance I could to look at George's hair and face while he wasn't paying attention.

I wonder what it would feel like if I was tugging on his hair with both of my hands-

I was caught looking, of course. But it wasn't by George, it was Andrew.

Even worse, his best friend was going to tell him all about how damn in love I was.

Nice, DJ. Real nice.

Soon the bill was paid after insisting we all split it, but instead, Andrew and George decided to split it themselves. I was even too afraid to look at the price. No way in hell this private room alone wasn't less than $150.

We all stood up and I realized I left my jacket in the car. "Great." I sighed. "Jeena, will you go get my jacket?"

Before she could even reply, George was sliding off his denim one. "No, take mine. It'll be much more effective." He held it out for me.

"That's really kind of you but I don't need it," I said, though I really, really wanted it.

"I insist." He flashed his million-dollar smile, making my everything melt into mush. I took it without realizing it and got a whiff of his smell.

Another thing to add to the list of things I like about George. Damn it, his smell!

We walked outside and said our farewells. I giggled in the car when I heard Andrew promise Jeena he would call her tonight.

"Do you need me to drive?" She asked me.

"Why, you don't think I can?" I asked.

"You won't stop sniffing his jacket."

I blushed. Again. "I guess you better."

We switched spots, and not long after, we were on our way back to the apartment.

Original Publish Date: July 26th, 2021