#Blueberry mom was the true MVP

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One Night Stand - M.C.

Part 1 || 2.6k | | Georgia works in the same hotel 5SOS is staying in. || Mentions of alcohol and sex || FEEDBACK IS ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED

PART 2

The hotel was always warm inside, the long sleeves of Georgia’s uniform kept her skin hot and sweaty. She liked to step out into the crisp morning after her night shift. Stuffed belongings in a gym bag and a thin cardigan on her body, Georgia’s mouth watered at the thought of a blueberry muffin from the coffee shop across the street. It was something to look forward after eight hours of sitting on the front desk, waiting for guests to show up -mostly drunk- after a night out in the city.

Georgia liked her job, even if it was extenuating at times. A five-star hotel paycheck was not an easy earning.

7 am, she waved goodbye to her coworkers, the ones who were clocking in for the day. As she made her way to the wide glass front doors, Georgia stopped in her tracks when she saw the multitude outside.

“Look out!”

“I think I see them!”

“Step back!”

“That’s not them!”

There were two security guards blocking the entrance. A camera crew was hanging outside, interviewing the crowd that grew bigger every passing second. The hotel had a habit of booking last-minute reservations for important people. Management didn’t believe in telling their workers beforehand. They wanted to avoid any gossip that could end up in a commotion.

Nevertheless, they were often outsmarted.

-

“Hey.”

Samuel, one of the security guards, propped up from the slouched posture he’d been in since the night before. “Are you alright, G?”

She adjusted the gym bag on her shoulder, eyes hooded with exhaustion. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

The parking lot was on the other side of the hotel. Georgia had walked past the dining hall, through the kitchen, and down the storage room stairs. Her nights were lonely. She’d grown accustomed to the empty chair next to her. The staff entrance was right between two shelves, stocked with perishable goods.

Smiling at the older man through the guard hut’s glass, her curiosity grew.  “Who’s staying?”

“Band.”  Samuel reached out to press a button, the thick Ghanaian accent rolling off his tongue. He let the gates glide open with a sweet smile, and Georgia walked through the lugubrious underground, right up to where he was working. “Don’t know ‘em, but my granddaughter likes ‘em. She’s going to the concert tomorrow night.” The older man leaned back in his chair, reaching for a cup of coffee. Thick glasses fogged up behind the steam. “It’s a number and a season, I think. She calls ‘em… 5SOS?”

A lump hard to digest threatened Georgia’s throat.

“I’m in a band, y’know?” He’d smiled across the two pints of ale. A playful yet awkward look on his face, toying with the bracelets on his wrist. They’d been sitting across from each other since the match had started. Man United 1. Liverpool 0.

She felt her hands become slimy with sweat, the reminiscing was too strong.

“Is that true or just a tactic?” Her fingertips were already aching to touch him. She’d slid them towards him, brushing against the skin of his forearms.

The noise around them was nothing but a buzz easy to ignore. Groups of friends wearing their teams’ shirts, downing pint after pint and screaming at the screen that hung above the bar. Yet, neither Georgia or the blushing blonde sitting across from her, had seemed to care.

Her ears grew red, heating up as she replayed the scene in her head.

“Nah, nah, I’m not one to lie. I play the guitar.”

His lopsided smile still made sporadic appearances in her mind. After all this time.

“Hello? Yes, okay.” Samuel spoke into his walkman and leaned forward again. “Step out, G. The van’s coming this way.”

The gates slid open. She heard the engine before seeing the lights of the van.

“Do you always travel in a bus?” Georgia had asked him while stepping out into the night. He’d suggested going to a motel since his bandmates were hanging out in the bus. She was living with her mom and sister at the time.

“Not always,” he’d shrugged, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his jacket.

The night air was cold, the steam of their breath visible with every word they spoke. He’d wondered if she was always fun and light when keeping a conversation with someone she was about to sleep with. They both knew how the night was going to end.  

“Why? D’ya wanna see it?” He’d quirked an eyebrow, cheeks flushed in a pretty pink. “Do you like being watched?”

Georgia had laughed and shoved his shoulder, making him stumble into a bush.

“Hey!” His laugh echoed through the empty street. “Play nice! I’ve still got this wrapped up.”

Two years ago, she’d met Michael by coincidence.

Before she had started working in the hotel, Georgia helped one of her friend’s mothers at a tattoo parlour. A receptionist on weekends, a college student the rest of the time. The guitarist had been charmingly nervous when paying for his newest ink. An undecided blunt flirt.

“Come on!” He’d giggled as he propped his freshly tatted forearm on the desk. Slick, black lines looked glossy under the plastic wrap. Georgia had thought they looked cool, wondered why he had chosen that specific design.

She tried to suppress the grin that threatened to take over her face. There was something about his uneven confidence that made her curious.

“One drink won’t hurt.”

His smile had been devastatingly tantalizing.

Georgia waved goodbye to the security man and walked up the few steps leading to the street. The van stopped a few feet away from her. Loud music drowned any other sounds coming from inside the car.

She wondered if Michael would recognize her, if he would remember her at all. Their date had been fun, fast and frenzied. He had left a permanent imprint of himself in her memory. Part of her was hopeful that she did the same to him.

The driver stuck his head out of the window, reaching for the signing sheet Samuel was handing him.

Green eyes met hers through a half-opened window in the backseat. The laughter inside the vehicle came to a stop.

“Georgia?”

-

Her face was still flushed with embarrassment when she reached the front desk at 10 pm. She hadn’t been able to think of anything else during the day. Michael’s eyes had been so expressive, he had been so surprised. Her name on his lips had lulled her to sleep at 10 am and had woken her up at 8 pm.

The motel she had suggested was only a few blocks away.

“What are you? A regular?” He’d joked. Michael’s smile was hazy. He was a bit drunk but mostly, he was aroused.

They stood behind the traffic light, in the middle of the corner, waiting for it to turn green. “Yes.” Georgia had rolled her eyes at his question. A few cars drove past them, loud pumping EDM music whooshing with them. “They have a special room for me and my suitors.” Georgia turned to Michael, “they give me a robe with my name embroidered on the back. Like I’m the MVP or something.”

Her teasing smile was definitely her best feature.

Michael had liked her. She was funny and clever. Her joy inspired his own.

He’d reached an arm out and let it snake around her waist, pulling her close enough to press a clumsy kiss on the corner of her lips. “You have a pretty name. Bet it looks good on that robe.”

-

The wheels of her chair creaked against the wooden floor. 1 am. The reception was quiet.

Empty.

Usually, when big artists were staying in the hotel, there were no other reservations to make. Security guarded the front doors. The only people with a press pass were allowed inside.

Georgia was bored. Even when the phone rang with an angry guest on the other side of the line, she found something to be amused by. She wasn’t one to break when others got judgemental. Georgia had learned it a long time ago; the best way not to let bitterness under your skin, was to chew it and make a funny face.

5SOS had returned to the hotel only a few minutes ago. She hadn’t even caught a glimpse of them. They’d gone up straight through the elevator, but she recognized their presence, knew the riot outside would keep going for about an hour or two.

She wondered if she’d be able to sneak a ten-minute break. The night was warm enough to be pleasant. The thought of the pool on the courtyard was too tempting.

“Those guys can sure eat.”

Georgia looked up from the computer screen, snapping out of her thoughts. She’d been double-checking inventory and reservations for the next month, or at least that’s what she felt like she should have been doing. The bell boy stood on the other side of the desk, pushing his black curls off his face.

“I had to do three trips. They gave me a good tip, though.” When he saw Georgia’s confused face, he laughed and fished for something inside his trousers’ pocket. “The band, G. I’m talking about the band.”

“You’re close friends now?” She twisted her bottom lip into an inquisitive smile.

“Sure,” her co-worker rolled his eyes before placing an envelope on the desk, in front of her.  “The blonde one, I think he’s the guitarist, said to give you this.”

The cream-coloured paper suddenly held the weight of the world. Georgia recognized the stationary. She’d received countless of them throughout her time working on the front desk. Congratulations, suggestions, complaints. This one did not have any of those inside, and she knew that.

Georgia thanked her friend and told him to go find a harmonica he could play once the band let him in. He laughed at her words and told her to adjust the collar of her uniform. “That ink is spilling, G.”

Her boss had been quick to let her go with the handsome blonde. “Have fun,” she’d said.

Georgia had followed her date out of the parlour and down the stairs. There was something about his energy, rather clumsy and comforting at the same time. She hadn’t met anyone like Michael before. Someone confident, cocky but in a self-conscious way. A daredevil that doubted his words too often.

“You got any tattoos?” Michael had asked her as they left the small building. Avoiding a few cyclists that were crossing the street. “What am I saying? Of course, you do. It’s part of the job, innit? Or a perk, right?”

The six-o’-clock sunset lit his eyes and Georgia thought he was absolutely beautiful. “Well, I’m an idiot then,” she laughed, “because if free ink is a thing, then I don’t have any.” She shook her head, reaching a hand up to her forehead, shielding the light from her eyes.

“And you work there? That’s kinda ridiculous.” Michael pushed his denim jacket sleeve down to cover his new tattoo. “Don’t you want one though?”

Georgia hummed for a moment, “I kind of want one here,” she pushed her red t-shirt to the side, revealing her collarbone. “But I don’t know what I want it to be, if that makes sense. I haven’t found one I want to commit to, ya know?”

Michael had stared at the exposed skin, “a feather,” he’d said.

“What?”

He thought her laugh was the cutest thing in the world. “I don’t know!” He laughed along with her. “You seem like the kind of person who likes their freedom. I know nothing about you but... I don’t know... You remind me of a bird. Is that weird?”

“Yes, that’s weird!”

Michael laughed and gestured to their left, “I saw this cool pub on my way here. Wanna go?”

Georgia rolled her eyes and pushed her hair behind her ears, “you’re weird, Michael.”

Once the bell boy had left, Georgia readjusted the collar of her shirt. The blue-ish feather tattoo on her collarbone was one of her favorite things about her body. She had surprised herself by getting the tattoo Michael had suggested, two weeks after their encounter. Somehow, it had felt right. As if Michael had given her the push she needed.

The envelope only had her name written on top of it. No room number, no remittent, no smiley face, no angry face, no nothing.

Her fingertips felt electric when she picked the piece of paper. She was eager to read what Michael had written. There was a chance that it was nothing, but she doubted it.

Somehow, when she read his words, sloppy and sharp-edged, she wasn’t surprised.

Funny how you look exactly the same, but you cut your hair.

You look good.

Is it weird to tell you that now that I’m here?

I miss talking to you?

-

3 am.

She didn’t feel the water splash around her ankles when a body sat next to her.

“And it is you.”

Michael’s eyes were as bright and as expressive as she remembered. They were kind and honest, and the dimmed neon lights of the ten-feet-wide pool gave them a wonderful glow.

Georgia was surprised to find herself so at peace. She didn’t have the urge to jump on him, to either hug him or kiss him. She wasn’t embarrassed like she’d been earlier that day.

This, sitting next to him, felt right. It felt homely.

The night wasn’t quiet, there were a few pubs near the hotel. She and Michael had the incessant soundtracks to please their ears. She liked the detail because it reminded her of where they’d gotten acquainted.

“It is you.” Georgia teased back. She smiled at the man next to her.

He was definitely a man now. Black jeans rolled up to his calves, his bare feet dangling in the water, a confident posture throughout his spine, a beautiful stubble covering his cheeks and chin, a beanie to keep his head warm.

“Are you allowed to hang out here during working hours?”

His voice was gruffer than two years ago, but the tone to his vowels felt clean. Michael had grown to be confident in a shy way. It suited him. Much better than the self-conscious charm.

Georgia shrugged and let out a sigh as she pulled her legs off the water. “Not really.” She smiled at him, hugging her knees against her chest. “But this specific spot is not covered by the security cameras and I’m on my break.”

“From a tattoo parlour to a 5-star hotel. That’s a step-up.”

“Don’t you play Wembley in two days?”

Michael rolled his eyes. The bursting wit hadn’t faded.

“I think I’ve missed you, too.”

They’d tripped their way through the front door of the motel, they’d stumbled upon their words when getting a key. Michael’s arm was holding her close to his body for as long as they weren’t inside their room. He thought she would run away if he didn’t cling onto her.

“Where’s the robe? You lied to me!”

Michael had laughed as he laid on the twin-sized bed of room 7. The walls were of a faded burgundy color, the thick curtains were closed and they had one bathroom with no soap or towels or shower. Or robes.

Georgia had chuckled at his comment, quickly stripping her jacket off her shoulders and pulling her shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room.

“You want me in a robe now?”

“God, no!” He had almost begged, sitting up, leaning his back against the headboard, against the wall. He wanted her on top of him. He wanted her to straddle him and kiss his aching lips while he touched every single bit of exposed skin. He wanted her.

Georgia had seen the eagerness on the blonde’s face. How he tried to stop squirming on the mattress. His hard-on was noticeable through the fabric of his pants.

As if she’d read his mind, Georgia plopped on the bed and crawled up to him. Her lips close enough to his ear to whisper “go on, take your shirt off.”

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PART 2

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Repost if you wanted blueberry mom to meet her daughter-in-law and potentially grandbabies

You’re lying if you didn’t

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RITES OF PASSAGE (PRE-JURY)

Andrew

she was a fighter

Ash

Thanks for not participating in the game so Gage and I could stay in you're the real MVP

Billy

I’m not quite sure what to say other than I’m disappointing in you both. There were a lot of people who wanted to play in this season, who’s slots were given up to you two who decided they were above playing this season because you’d be easy targets. Shea is a perfect example of how being a part of “The Group” had nothing to do with how this game was played. I know you’ll both roll your eyes at this, if you ever even read it. But just remember how actions speak louder than you (unspoken obviously) words. Don’t throw away opportunities.

Shea

Didn't know you, never spoke to you, sorry you went home early girl

Andrew

he was a fighter

Ash

you too Jose. Saved my butt by being inactive

Billy

I’m not quite sure what to say other than I’m disappointing in you both. There were a lot of people who wanted to play in this season, who’s slots were given up to you two who decided they were above playing this season because you’d be easy targets. Shea is a perfect example of how being a part of “The Group” had nothing to do with how this game was played. I know you’ll both roll your eyes at this, if you ever even read it. But just remember how actions speak louder than you (unspoken obviously) words. Don’t throw away opportunities.

Shea

Same with Ashley, sorry!

Andrew

yikes @ that messy first tribal

Ash

I really did want to work with you and it genuinely sucked to see you go that early

Billy

I think this is the first real game that we’ve played together, considering you didn’t actually play in Rakiura, and I didn’t really exist in both Izu and Hawaii. I’m glad the little interactions we had were positive, and I wish we could have gone farther. But at the end of the day you’ve proven yourself as a threat both socially and strategically in the past and you would have been a tough boulder to move later in the game.

Shea

I thought you were really cool, we connected a little that first tribal and I flipped to send you home, but turns out you were REALLY on the outs. Sorry to see you go.

Andrew

mom i hate that you died this early because we could have slayed but lowkey it was a huge threat that left. i still wish we could done damage but you’re a scary player even tho i love you highkey <3

Ash

possibly the only blindside I've ever properly pulled off. You were a threat, and while you are a lovely person I'm glad I didn't have to deal with you later in the game

Billy

Girl what happened? I saw what you’re capable of in Mariana’s Trench and I was expecting the same thing this season. The only issue is that I knew that your intentions weren’t exactly looking out for me like they were the last time we played together, and I’m glad they got to you before you got to them, because I was worried you wouldn’t want me around for too long.

Shea

I really enjoyed our conversations and I was shocked when you got voted out, I was completely blindsided. I hoped I could play more of this game with you and Christine but it just wasn't in the cards.

Andrew

a rose by any other name is just as sweet #blueberries

Ash

You're a little nuts y'know that ? I mean thanks for giving me a good ally in Shea but that's abt it

Billy

Awe sweet Kelsey. Our time spent together was short lived but not forgotten. You’re so sweet, and you’re so entertaining. It’s a shame that being outcasted early and being so outspoken took you out early on in the game. I hope we get to see what you’re made of one day in the future.

Shea

You were my partner, and I am the reason you sit at the placement you are, and I'm sorry for that. I knew if I had to get far I had to do it on my own and last season refusing to cut you resulting in me being sent home so I felt that was what I needed to do. I'm sorry I handled it the way I did, calling you deceitful and all of that. I hope you make your return to play ORGs as your true and genuine self, you were pretty cool one on one with me. Love you girl.

Andrew

I’m sorry you fell asleep when i orchestrated a unanimous blindside against you rip

Ash

I HATED VOTING YOU OUT. Like I actively hated it. You're a wonderful lovely person and you deserve better than this game gave you

Billy

I hate you. End of story…. ok I’m kidding obviously. You were obviously a target due to being so close to me. You, as well as everyone else, made that very clear to me. I’m sorry that happened. But let’s be real, was I your ally, or were you making me a meat shield for when things got messy? Because we both know who is the messier of the two of us. I guess three times is enough, I don’t know if we will ever be a duo again, but I’m sorry we couldn’t be a composite duo like we know we could have been.

Shea

I know you weren't a fan of me after I voted Tyler out, but I did want to work with you when Tyler wasn't a solo player. I was suprised when you were voted out, but happy I wasn't at tribal and happy I didn't have a hand in it. Hope to see you soon.

Andrew

FUCK I WANTED TO WORK WITH YOU!!!!!!! Honestly you’re awesome and I can’t wait to play my next game with you because I was so fuckin pissed when you went in that satanic double tribal. you deserved better : (

Ash

I wish I could've found a way to keep you. You were a great friend and it was wonderful to meet you

Billy

Your elimination shocked me to be honest. I think you were just a casualty of being an outcast, which is dumb and sad because I know just how amazing a player you actually are, and you left before everyone realized that. I wish you and I had gotten to cross paths for more than 30 seconds, and I hope that we get to play again together some time.

Shea

I'm sorry for the move I made in flipping and keeping Isaac. Looking back on it now, I'm not sure if it was the right move to make. You and Me had a similar "didn't know anyone so we're a free vote" mentality, and I knew I had to be the only one with that title come merge. I'm sorry I flipped, looking back on it now it wasn't a good decision for my game, but hindsight is a bitch :/

Andrew

also really wanted to work with you and protect you bc kait mom was dead but then you showed you were really chaotic and i was kinda neutral at you going tbh. but i wanna play with you again soon !

Ash

my brief ally. God bless you for saving my ass at least once

Billy

UGH You were the person I was looking forward to actually playing with the most. But being good at competitions, idol paranoia, and siding with the wrong people bit at your ankles before you could swim away. I wish you had gone farther and we had gotten to cross paths and actually play, unline Mariana Trench when we didn’t see much of each other. You’re so sweet, and so fun, and I love you as a person <3

Shea

You're like one of my favorite people, and I was so shocked when you got voted off. I love you to death girl, I know you're smart, and I know you would've cut my throat the second you needed to so in a way you going was probably for the best, but man do I love me some Christine <3

[mysticalcactuspants]

Blueberry Mom is the true MVP

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