Admittedly, he IS a breath of fresh air....
.... however.....
... he is also the equivalent of a tornado, hitting the place at 100 miles per hour.
Especially for poor Cleve.
George goes from one extreme to the other. Changing the normally sedentary, studious atmosphere, to a place where anything could (and possibly will) happen. Indeed, George, is a Party Animal. His assigned hobby is Dance & Music (so befitting a guy with such a HUGE personality).
Dorian moaned and groaned about it over the phone the other day... although I did detect a hint of pride in his voice too. I think Dorian's glad that there's a little 'life' in the place...
... really.
It's fine, (so he says) just sitting there studying for the next exams, writing all those assignments, joining in all the group research sessions.
Working out in a VERY fetching (and extremely revealing) all-in-one ballet costume (betcha Cleve will think twice about wearing that around the Greek House now).
Putting up with the cheerleaders and mascots wandering into the place and either using the computer for their own blogging purposes.....
.... or fighting (as usual, nothing new there)
Playing games on the computer...
Oh yes, I've figured out Dorian's weakness there. From the minute he wakes up, he wants to play SSX3.
Typical.
But.... there's only so much of that you can do, especially during the Winter months, before it all gets so boring and monotonous.
Also, between the two of them (Dorian and Cleve), they managed to restore and sell that rust bucket that was parked outside. So they couldn't tinker with the car any more.
George arrives, and firstly, he tries to loosen up Cleve with a little 'bump & grind' action. The stereo cranked up to max..... (see, told you he was into Dancing and Music).
Intrigued, Cleve joins in (although I think he misses being outside, with a spanner in his hand, tinkering with the car).
Well, it appears that George has a little 'crush' on Cleve. Although it states clearly that there's no chemistry between them, George feels it wouldn't hurt to 'give it a shot'.
So, one crisp morning, as they were settling down to some leftovers - with Dorian at his final exam - George and Cleve sit chatting amiably.
With a shocking bravado, George first 'steals' some food from Cleve's plate, just to see if there's a reaction.
Nada. Cleve just smiles wryly (or was that a hidden grimace?)
Goody.
Then, he offers to 'feed a bite' to Cleve.
Oh, the poor guy.
Just look at that face.
I guess Cleve isn't quite ready to 'come out of the closet' just yet.
No matter, George just smiles broadly and continues munching from his plate. Cleve, however, sits quietly, pondering over what has just transpired. And wonders if it is THAT obvious about his sexuality.
George, on the other hand, is blissfully going through the entire college experience, with such a great outlook. He has proven himself to be a great imaginative man, and fits into the role of stylist with relative ease.
After all, it's part of his charm.
He loves giving makeovers so much that he's converted one of the shared bedrooms into his own private salon - much to the amusement of Dorian and Cleve.
His first client was extremely nervous, and it showed in her face, as she hesitantly sat down in the plush leatherette seat.
He assured her that she was in good (and safe) hands, before whipping out his comb and scissors. With lightning speed, he transformed this fairly plain looking female student.....
... into a stunning beauty.
And boy, was she pleased with the results.
Satisfied, and happy with his 'good work' and obvious talents, George hogged the bathroom for about an hour (he's got to keep up his cleansing rituals, to look this good).
He then retired to an early bed, to get as much beauty sleep as he can muster. Leaving Dorian to worry about graduation, and Cleve panicked because he's just not ready.... yet.
Give it time.
Dorian's sure that George will finally grind the poor fella down and succumb to his charms....
... we hope.
Although their relationship IS somewhat rocky at present.
AND
George DOES have an ill temper too. As Dorian reported..... on TWO occasions.
Firstly, Cleve decided to write his term paper and broke the computer, just as George walked through the door.
Needless to say, poor Cleve got the proverbial dressing down for the (as George put it) 'distinct lack of respect and destruction of property'.
Awww, just look at that face ......
Cleve WAS indeed sorry, but it drove their relationship down considerably.
Not only that, the dreaded Cow mascot turned up and decided to pick on George.. for no reason whatsoever.
All George was doing, was sitting quietly, trying to gain some more skills for his college course.....
Well, he just about managed to choose the wrong moment, as George instantly defended himself and gave the Cow Mascot a piece of his mind. Well, you know what they say about red-heads and their fiery tempers!!!!!
Still steaming.... George marched upstairs to the veranda, where he stood quietly, daubing paint onto a canvas. Just to settle his nerves and temper.
It helped to a certain degree, but then there was an almighty commotion. Thinking it was the stereo, George dashed down the stairs to see the Cow Mascot and the cheerleader in mortal combat... dust flying everywhere.
And of course.... George stood at the sidelines and egged on the cheerleader.. taking her side in the ensuing melee.
The cheerleader lost... sadly.
And as everyone else was away at classes, poor George decided to crash out on the settee for a while...
....dreaming of the day he puts those luscious lips to good use.
After all, he's been practicing really hard in the mirror....
... a LOT!!!
Ahhh, that's my George!
And there you have it. Life at the Greek House for Dorian, Cleve and now gorgeous George.
I'd better go now, got to prepare for work.
Just dashed this update off whilst I was having some of my own special chocolate cake.
Ta ta for now.
Helen
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