enchanted // gnf
requested?: nope :p
pronouns: she/her
hi hi !! so this is just a cute little angst (?) i made !! idk if i want a part 2,, maybee !! i got the idea from enchanted by taylor swift duhh
warningss: i am writing this rn 4;58am so no like proof reading or anything !! i’m tired so if there are mistakes lmk !! besides that,, drinking,, and angst ? ig !!
idk how many words i’m sleepy but yeah thanks for reading !!
“please don’t be in love with someone else. please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” (y/n) whispers to herself, over and over. watching george’s stream while drunk was probably not the best idea but hey, she was drunk!
how did she get here? just months ago she was in his arms, giggling about the most dumb and unimportant things and now she’s here. watching his stream, drunk, crying, and soaking wet due to the rain. i guess a lot can happen in a few months.
her phone was mostly dry. she left it on her porch swing when she went out to spin in the rain. (y/n) lived in a little house in the countryside, her closest neighbor minutes away. a good thing, seeing as she has been yelling the same sentences over snd over, almost like an affirmation. it was all his fault.
they had met way back in uni. even then she was enchanted to meet him.
“excuse me? sorry, you’re in my way.” (y/n) had asked the boy sitting next to her, blocking her path to get out of the desk. the two had been assigned the seats for a few days and had yet to speak before. the both of them too shy.
“of course, i was all in my thoughts. i’m sorry!” george quickly apologised to the pretty girl he was seated next to in their class.
“it’s quite alright, i’m in no real rush.” she responds, with a small smile. there were still a few people in the classroom, and and the day was over. swallowing all her nerves of speaking to the pretty boy in front of her she decides to ask, “what were you thinking about?”
this surprises george a bit, packing up his stuff he starts to speak. “it’s a bit dorky i doubt you want to hear about it.”
she smiles in response, waiting for him by the door. “try me.”
this makes george chuckle a bit. “i was thinking about minecraft.”
the 18 year old giggled. that wasn’t what she expected from him but it didn’t matter much to her.
they spent the rest of the day talking, becoming close instantly. sadly for (y/n) it was platonic. and stayed that way for 6 years.
(y/n) sat back and watched him grow into the man he is, watched him go through breakups and come out fine, watched him make new friends, watched him get big, watched him slowly forget about her.
it wasn’t his fault, not really. she supposed he has been busy. according to dream (as said so in a live from earlier) he had fallen in love. again. with someone that isn’t her.
she was sure it wasn’t her. they barely talked, hadn’t seen eachother in at least two months and even then it was a brief hang out before he had to get back to his friends that were visiting.
she hadn’t noticed the stream had ended, too in her head. she thought back to her 24th birthday.
“i was enchanted to meet you.” the phrase slips up from her lips. the woman not even thinking. she had been out with george for a few hours, he barely had any free time due to his overwhelming popularity on the internet but managed to make time for her on her birthday. something he had done without fail every year since they met.
the night led them to her proch swing, her head on his shoulder and music playing softly from her living room. it was some silly love somg from around 2012 and neither really had any energy to change it.
“what does that mean?” he asks cautiously, turning his head to carefully look at her.
(y/n) sighs, “please don’t be in love with someone else. please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”
this shocked george. if there was anything he expected, it wasn’t that. “i- i don’t know what to say.”
“say you don’t love anyone else.” is all she tells him, getting up and walking into her home tiredly. she was tired. tired of waiting around for him to notice her and love her like she loved him.
that was around four months ago. now she was here on her porch, saying the same phrase. this time almost angerly.
the girl just sighs, laying her body accross the swing, closing her etes and allowing herself some sleep.
a few hours away was george, he had just gotten done with his stream and was now listening to the rain. he exited the call with karl, the last one awake, as he said his goodnights.
he thinks back to what dream said earlier on quackity’s stream, cursing him. there will probably be questions about it. most of his fans respected his private life but there were the nosy ones and he hated questions. especially ones he didn’t know the answer to.
he knew who dream was talking about. the woman that has plagued his mind since he was 19, the one there for him through everything, the one he convinced himself wouldn’t like him like that so he enforced that their relationship was platonic so she wouldn’t think he liked her and rejected him (even though she would be right because he did), (y/n). she and him haven’t spoken in weeks, months really, and it was all because of his own confusion. that wasn’t fair to her. he knew that.
but how was he supposed to react when the woman he forced himself to get over years ago confessed her love for him? he thought there was nothing there so he went out and dated and eventually, his head convinced his heart he was over her.
had he decided too soon to give up? likely but he felt it was too late for them now. she had probably only been drunk, or tired, and they’ve barely spoken since. she has probably forgotten all about him in the months that passed.
he shifts in his bed, falling asleep only thinking of one thing.
he was enchanted to meet her too.
