George lived in the same neighborhood as you, a brisk five minute walk. So brisk and uneventful that George never shut up about it when he came over to yours. But he did have a certain tradition whenever you came through and escaped all of the love from his mom. Although, he was glad you two did get along.

As he skipped down the stairs as he heard you come through and his mother's exclaims, a wide smile comes to his face. Eventually, he teared you away from his mom and back upstairs where he pulled you down onto his bed.

He wrapped his arms around your torso as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Despite living so close, you didn't go to the same schools which took for a lot of interesting conversation.