Chapter 41 - Party, Duckling, Naughty Lyric

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*3rd POV

"Hey… That's my little moonpie…" Connie's voice filled the room where Sheldon was working on his homework. "Have you seen this week's game?" she asked, sitting across from him.

Sheldon paused his pencil mid-air to glance at Connie. "…Not yet." he replied, then resumed his writing. Connie, hearing this, frowned slightly, her tone firming up. "…You know we don't have much time, right? Memaw has a loan to pay off."

"Sorry, I have to finish my homework and then help Dad." Sheldon said without looking up.

Connie sighed, moving closer to the boy still scribbling. "Come on… I'm your Memaw. I make your cookies…" she coaxed, leaning in. "How about a little quid pro quo?"

The mention of Latin caught Sheldon's attention, and he looked at her briefly. "…Even though I like Latin… No." he stated flatly.

Before Connie could argue further, Mary's voice called from behind them. "What are you doing here?" she asked, holding a laundry basket and glaring at her mother.

"…I'm your mother and his Memaw. Am I not allowed in this house anymore?" Connie said, raising her hands in mock surrender. Mary shot her an annoyed look. "Shelly, it's time for bed."

"…But I'm not done yet." Sheldon protested, gesturing at his notebook.

"GO!" Mary ordered, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Sheldon grumbled but complied.

"Wow." Connie remarked, watching the scene unfold. She turned to Mary. "What happened? You're not usually like this." Moving to the fridge, she grabbed a beer and glanced at Mary's laundry basket, noticing the kids' clothes.

Mary's gaze followed Sheldon as he left before returning to Connie. "…I just came from Georgie's room." she said, starting to fold the clothes quickly. "I opened his notebook…" Her voice trailed off as she looked back at Connie. "…He shouldn't be writing things like that! Ugh… My son is only 14!"

"What? What did he write? Let me see!" Connie exclaimed, intrigued and leaning in toward Mary. This sounded far more entertaining than listening to Sheldon—well, probably.

"…Maybe he's writing for a song… but the lyrics…" Mary replied, her thoughts drifting back to what she'd read.

"WHAT?! WHAT DID HE WRITE?! DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING!" Connie was getting frustrated with Mary's secrecy.

Mary didn't respond, instead focusing intently on Georgie's clothes, shaking her head.

Annoyed by Mary's silence, Connie marched off toward Georgie's room.

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3rd POV – At the Party

"Where's Georgie?!" Veronica asked Tam, scanning the crowd for any sign of him.

"I don't know!" Tam replied, his attention wandering to the partygoers, looking for someone to talk to.

"Maybe you should go to his house and check if he's there!" Veronica suggested, turning her sharp gaze to Tam. She was worried that Georgie might be sick or too exhausted to come, especially after how tired he'd looked the last time she saw him.

"…Should I?" Tam hesitated, but Veronica's piercing glare left him no choice. "Oh man…" he sighed and left the party.

As Tam disappeared, Veronica turned back to the crowd. Letting Tam leave might have just created more problems.

"Hey, Veronica." a familiar voice called. She turned to see Brian Larkin standing beside her.

"…What do you want, Brian…" Veronica asked, her tone cool as she tried to ignore him.

"What? I just wanted to say hi." Brian replied, glancing around. "No Georgie?"

Veronica shot him a sharp look. "He's late." she said calmly.

Brian sighed and refocused on Veronica. "I like your hair." he said with a smile.

He still liked her, even after Veronica's transformation. In fact, he liked her even more now. Although he knew the change wasn't for him, he couldn't help but admire her new appearance.

"Thank you." Veronica replied, her polite acknowledgment boosting Brian's confidence.

"Do you want me to grab you another drink?" Brian offered.

Veronica knew what was happening but didn't want to be rude. "No, thanks." she said.

"All right…" Brian replied, attempting to continue the conversation, but a hand suddenly tapped his shoulder.

"Hello, Brian." a voice said, sending Brian's night into a tailspin.

"Georgie…" Brian muttered, his mood instantly darkening.

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3rd POV – Sheldon's House

Ding Dong

Tam pressed the doorbell at Sheldon's house, glancing back occasionally as the sound of the nearby party drifted over. "Come on… Come on…" he muttered impatiently, eager to return to the festivities.

"Yes, Tam, what is it?" Mary opened the door, her expression a mix of curiosity and annoyance as she saw him standing there.

"Good evening, Mrs. Cooper. Is Georgie here?" Tam asked quickly.

"No, he's not home yet from—" Mary started to answer, but Tam cut her off.

"Alright! Thank you, Mrs. Cooper!" he said, already sprinting back toward the party.

Mary shook her head, watching Tam dash away. She knew there was a party going on nearby and that Tam had likely just come from there.

"Who was that?" Missy's voice piped up from behind Mary.

"Just Tam." Mary replied curtly, brushing her off.

"Why?" Missy persisted, following Mary like a duckling trails its mother.

"…Just looking for Georgie." Mary said vaguely.

"Why?"

"…Not your business. Go to your room and sleep." Mary snapped, glaring at Missy.

"Ugh!" Missy groaned, stomping back to her room. She passed by Sheldon, who was still engrossed in his papers and pencil.

"Why was Tam looking for Georgie?" Missy asked Sheldon, uninterested in whatever he was working on.

"I'm certain he's looking for Georgie to go to the party across the street." Sheldon replied without lifting his eyes from his work. "They invited me to join, but I need my eight hours of sleep."

"What party?" Missy's eyes widened in interest.

"A football club party. Veronica and Georgie were invited, and Tam just tagged along, even though he didn't receive an invitation." Sheldon explained matter-of-factly.

"…I'm going to get changed." Missy declared, heading toward her wardrobe.

Hearing this, Sheldon finally looked up from his notebook. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to that party!" Missy announced, pulling out an outfit.

"You can't go. You weren't invited to the party." Sheldon pointed out logically.

Missy paused briefly, then turned to him. "…Then you're coming with me!" she declared, her tone leaving no room for debate.

"…No, I'm not going to that party." Sheldon protested. But seeing Missy's glare, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Fine… I'll take you there, but I'm coming right back home." he relented with a sigh.

"Good! You don't want me to do what I was thinking…" Missy said ominously, sending another chill through Sheldon.

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Georgie's POV – Before the Party

Well, that's great… I glanced at Fenley sitting next to me as we drove to the party. We were on the way after… you know.

I gotta say… sex with a jealous woman is terrifying. I almost didn't make it to the party because I had to satisfy her first.

"…Woman, you're scary when you're jealous." I said, noticing the lingering smile on her face since her multiple orgasms in this car.

"…Don't say that to me. I'm not jealous of you." Fenley replied, wiping the smile off her face.

"Oh yeah? This car smells like sex, that seat is so wet because of you! And you're still saying you're not jealous? Sure, sure…" I teased her, grinning the whole time.

"…Wipe that smile off your face. I'm not jealous… I just wanted to do it." Fenley retorted, rolling her eyes but blushing faintly.

"As long as you're happy." I said, smirking. Luckily, no one had caught us in the act. If they had, they'd definitely know what we were up to—this car was rocking for over an hour.

"Good!" Fenley replied, her smile returning as she glanced at me. "What are we?" she asked softly, stealing a quick look at me.

Now it's time to close my eyes.

"..." Fenley turned back to the road, the silence thick between us.

"You're my woman." I said quietly.

Fenley glanced at me. "…You mean, one of your women?"

I opened my eyes, meeting her gaze. "…I like you, though."

"Georgie… You're making me fall in love with you… What are you doing to me? Why are you making me like this…" Fenley's voice softened, her emotions spilling out.

"Hey, hey… I'm sorry for making you fall for me, but I can't help it. I like you too…" I said, reaching for her hand.

I held her gaze as I kissed her hand. "…We can still think about the future. We're both so young… We should enjoy ourselves."

I saw Fenley lost in thought. "Hey." I said, tilting her chin up and kissing her lips softly. "…It's okay… Don't overthink it…"

"Alright…" Fenley murmured. "…You jerk!" she added, pulling me into another kiss.

"Eyes on the road!" I warned, breaking the kiss as she grabbed the wheel again. She laughed softly at the look on my face.

3rd POV – Behind Georgie and Fenley's Car

"…That must be an Asian woman driving… tsk tsk tsk." an older woman muttered, clicking her tongue as she watched the car ahead swerve slightly out of its lane.