#to george lucy is a far closer friend than lockwood and that buries its way like a bullet in lockwood's heart because he loves so fiercely

[happyk44]

Thinking about George watching Lockwood and Lucy and getting frustrated because it doesn't make sense. George has been around longer than she has and he still knows next to nothing about him. But Lucy appears one day and he can't stop from following her around like a lost duckling, gushing about her talents on the news, when George has done things worthy of fawning over. Even if for a moment.

Thinking about him yelling at Lockwood that it's unfair he lets Lucy go with him on all the dangerous excursions while George is left to twaddle behind with research. Argues that it wasn't fair of them to stand on Flo's boat and stare at him until he said he would stay back, never offering themselves. That the only action he got to partake in was the slow loss of his sanity.

Thinking about Lockwood trying to argue back but George is logic and facts wrapped up in a screaming ball of emotions. He's barreling down the walls of a repressed teenager who'd rather die than divulge his emotions and then George is shoved against the wall, heart blaring in his throat, silenced suddenly by the presence of another's mouth.

Thinking about George staring wide-eyed confused as Lockwood pulls away. Thinks about the crestfallen whisper, hoarse with hidden truths, the way Lockwood's eyes refuse to meet George's, staring sullenly at the ground.

"I can't lose you," he says.

(I love you, I love you, I love you)