Clueless - George Clarke
In which George and Fem!Reader are both entirely unaware how the other feels about them.
Warnings: alcohol, fluff, insinuations of NSFW but nothing actually nsfw.
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"Becky how did I let you talk me into this?" I asked sitting across from her. She shrugged, laughing and agreeing that she had no idea how we ended up here. We were in Amsterdam with the group of boys who we almost always found ourselves with - typically getting drunk for content on the internet. We were doing a sequel to our previous London pub crawl that had everyone begging for more.
The summer heat beamed down on us as we sat in a beer garden at a large picnic table that our waitress had just placed eight pints down on. One for each of us. Myself, Becky, Chris, Arthur TV, Bach, Arthur Hill, George, and Harry.
We had decided to theme this pub golf around a set of challenges, a say it or shot it or who is most likely to for each pub, to enhance the fun, and the intoxication levels for everyone.
I sat between Arthur TV and George who were in a heated debate over something I had not entirely been paying attention to. My attention had solely been focused on the group of girls who had situated themselves at a booth across from ours. They were staring in our direction and you could hear faint whispers and giggles tossed in our direction.
I was used to this by now honestly, it wasn't exactly a secret to anyone that the lads were attractive, and the majority of them were single which gave more fuel to the fire of which is a fangirls desire.
We had chosen specific attire for this event, Becky and I having slightly more feminine versions of the pub golf shirts Chris had made, which happen to be the most cringe tshirts known to man. They all had a different bright color, and said "I'm here for an Amster-damn good time". Becky and I had on a cropped-tank top version of the shirt, and the boys had cutoffs or regular tshirts, depending on which style they had preferred.
Turning to my side, I saw George had now noticed the table of girls as well. His gaze lasted a few moments, redirecting to me when he noticed I had been staring. "What's up?" He took a drink from his glass.
"See anything you like?" I joked nudging his arm with mine. Noting how good his biceps looked in the cutoff he was wearing.
"Usually do when we're together." He smirked back quickly.
George and I had this strange relationship where we were constantly flirting with each other, but it had never gone further than that. We would play fight, tease each other, be far too handsy for just friends - yet we never fully crossed that line. Not to say I didn't want to, but I had this stubborn side of me that didn't want to be one of the many, many girls throwing themselves at him. I had seen the way those interactions turned out for people, and it usually didn't end well.
"You're such a tease George. Say it with your chest." I retorted.
"If you two love birds would stop eye fucking each other we could get this video started." Chris snapped, giving us a very sassy look. I smiled at him and flipped him off.
"Right, so!" Chris imitated Arthur as the intro began. The game started with a shot being given to who we thought fit the 'who is most likely to' question the best.
The who is most likely to in question was 'most likely to have three or more dates in a week?' A member of the camera crew read the question and we all immediately pointed to Chris, who's little hand stuck right out and pointed to me.
"Me?" I exclaimed. "You're actually insane if you think I'm going on three or more dates a week." Chris shook his head.
"I don't know, you did seem pretty cozy with that last guy you brought home." Becky added, her being my roommate she had seen her fair share of the few dates I have had in recent months.
"Gotta be honest with you, that wasn't a date Becky. That was a thirty minute max event.” I finished the remainder of my beer, earning a few wide eyed looks and Arthur TV giving me a "come on!"
We then got up from the first beer garden and made our way to the next location. I found George with a frustrated look on his face, which he quickly wiped away as the cameras began rolling again, capturing some of the banter happening throughout the groups.
Needless to say, by the time we made it to hole six, the majority of us were severely too drunk to be functioning.
"I'm seeing double of you." I said to Bach as I sat across from him.
"How do we look?" He asked flexing his muscles.
"Only slightly egotistical." This earned a laugh from the group.
"Okay enough enough. I've got a fun game this round." Harry had now had his turn to pick the game. "This is going to be a blind question. Everyone has a shot in front of them. We are going to start at this end of this table and each person except the person giving the shot will close their eyes. Once that person has placed their shot they will close their eyes and the next person will open, give their shot, and that continues until the last person has given their shot. You will be giving your shot to the person you find the most attractive." The group of us 'ooooh'ed' and 'ahhhh'd' at the idea.
It got to be my turn after the first two had placed their shots. I opened my eyes, very briefly scanning the table but needing no time to choose. I gently placed my shot in front of George, ensuring the glass didn't make noise as I placed it.
Only a few rounds later we were finished, and everyone now had a shot. These were double tequila shots - again Harry's choice. "Now to guess. If you correctly guess who gave you a shot, you only need to take half. If you guess incorrectly you take the whole thing."
This added a new element to the fun. None of us could really afford to be wrong considering how absolutely plastered we already were.
My turn to guess was now up, and I gazed around the table, tapping my finger to my lips in thought. I of course wanted to guess George. I honestly just selfishly wanted that to be the answer. To know that throughout this constant flirtation we had going that he found me attractive would be very telling to where this could go. I also was indecisive as I didn't want to be wrong, and then have my ego crushed.
Deciding the worst that happens is I get even more pissed, I finally made my decision. "I'm going to say George gave me this shot." I locked my eyes with his, looking for confirmation. He slowly nodded, and everyone cheered for me getting it right. I took half the shot, handing the other half to one of the crew members to have if they'd like.
Arthur Hill guessed that Chris had chosen him, and unfortunately he was wrong. Becky guessed that Harry said her, and she had been right. George was up next, seemingly very confident picking up his shot and taking half of it without a word. "What the hell! Cheating!" Chris shouted at him. George's eyes hadn't left mine.
"Not cheating. It was Y/n." I felt heat creeping to my cheeks this confident move from him. It was unfortunately insanely attractive to me.
"Was it?" Chris turned to me, the alcohol in his system causing him to borderline scream in my face.
"Yes Christopher, it was. You can sit down now." He began to pout and we laughed it off.
The end of the night was finally here, and we were all walking - stumbling - in a large group back to our hotels. We had finished the outro for the video at the last pub, with some of the boys jumping into a fountain. This had become somewhat of a tradition for our pub golf videos.
I was still incredibly energetic from the nights events. Even though it was nearing one the morning I felt like I had just woken up from a very restful nap.
"You alright darlin?" George asked wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we walked.
"Just fine handsome, how about you?" He smiled and shook his head slightly, laughing at the nickname.
"I'm far more drunk than I intended to be. But other than that I'm feeling pretty good." He said.
My memory flickered back to the beginning of the event and the liquid courage urged me to question his earlier expression after Becky had revealed to the group a one night stand I had. "George I have a serious question for you." I said. He slowed his pace, looking around and spotting a bench near us. He led me over to it and we sat down together, facing each other on the bench. I brought my leg up to rest on the seat, the other dangling over the side.
"What's your question?" I sensed some nervous energy behind his words.
"Earlier Becky outed me bringing a guy home. You made a face at the comment. Why?" His glance left mine for a moment, drifting to his hands where he was nervously picking at his nails. This was a different George to the confident flirty one I was used to.
"Dunno I guess, I mean..." he trailed off. I stared at him waiting for an answer. "I mean you and I flirt often, and I thought I had been making myself pretty clear that I was interested in you. So I guess just hearing that you had been with someone else just hurt me a little." I continued to stare at him. This time in disbelief.
"Are you telling me you're interested in me?" I normally wasn't this blunt in these kind of situations but the alcohol in my system was clouding my better judgement.
"I'm more than interested." He replied.
"George, why didn't you tell me? I've been watching you go on dates for months wishing it was me you were taking out." It was his turn to stare in disbelief. He took a few moments before speaking again.
"I thought you were just naturally the flirty type. Most girls are usually pretty straightforward with me." I let out a small laugh at this statement, scooting myself closer to George.
"You're more used to girls coming up to you and basically throwing themselves at you?" I teased.
He laughed, nodding slightly. "I guess I am."
I placed my hand on his thigh in front of me. "I can throw myself at you if you'd like." I said cheekily, giving his thigh a small rub. His hand found its way to the small of my back, his warm hand a stark contrast to the cool touch of my exposed back.
"Don't threaten me with a good time. Maybe we start with at least a kiss first?" I leaned in at these words, hand pressed to his chest as our lips met. It was a breathless taste of alcohol and desire. I pressed myself closer to him as the kiss deepened. I held my other hand still on his thigh, instinctively sliding it further up towards his crotch, pulling away almost immediately realizing we were in public.
"If we don't get back to the hotel I'm going to end up with an indecent exposure charge and in a foreign jail" George laughed at my joke, standing up and offering me his hand.
"Let's go then." I took his hand in mine and stood up, he pulled me into him as we began the walk back to the hotel.
“How did we end up both being so clueless?” I asked. He pulled me into his side, placing a soft kiss on my head.
“We’re stupid I guess.” I laughed in agreement as we entered the hotel to turn in for the night.
