#x.| georgia king freedman ( main verse )

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“Please don’t leave me.” (do you still have Georgia? if not, then Karen)

thcgoodtimegirl

Georgia pivoted in the doorway, the tone in Rosalie's voice not lost on her. There was no way she could deny her friend's request without feeling like one of the most terrible people on the planet. Her parents would surely understand why she'd be out past curfew that night, wouldn't they? Either way, she'd shoot them a text once at least the majority of the other blonde's problem had been sufficently solved.

"I'm not goin' anywhere," she promised with a small hint of a warm smile for further confirmation. "Do you wanna talk about it, or would silent support be better right now?"

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Georgia mirrored Rosalie's eye roll with one of her own as she pushed herself up into a better seated position. To say that she was growing bored of being cooped up in the same room all day would be a drastic understatement. All the blonde wanted to do was get some fresh air and stretch her legs for a little while, but it was apparently still too soon. Thank goodness for her friend's unexpected visit, no matter how their mothers might have felt.

"Let's just say if my mom walked through that door in the next three seconds, it literally wouldn't be soon enough. So much for things looking up with this new medication, huh?" If only Rosalie was well enough to help her sneak out for a few minutes, even if it was just out to the courtyard or somewhere.

"What about yours?" Hopefully it involved some good news, because Georgia could surely use some right then.

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❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

thcgoodtimegirl

“Since when have you ever known me to overreact?” The smallest hint of southern inflection laced Georgia’s tone as she paused for a moment, as if in an attempt to try and recall a time on her own. “Seriously, though. I promise not to be anything but calm, so whatever it is, just tell me already.”

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        Rosalie's idea might not have been the brightest, but Georgia honestly couldn't care less in that moment. All she wanted was to feel the warm sun on her face and not have to worry about anything or anyone for a little while. Didn't they both deserve to have some fun after everything they'd been through? "How warm do you think the water is today?" As much as she enjoyed a swim in the ocean, she was perfectly content just to stroll around the beach and occasionally scoop up an interesting sea shell every now and then, if it was deemed too cool due to the current time of year.

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“What are you doing here?” ~ Georgia from Azelma

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        “I could ask you the same question,” Georgia quipped, just as confused as the stranger currently standing across from her.

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❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ (to georgia)

thcgoodtimegirl

        “You’re too sober for anything that happens that you don’t feel like dealing with,” Georgia scoffed, hazel eyes rolling as an added nonverbal response.