Prologue.

A Chapter by bitchiinelijah

Her name is Sasha. And hers? Hmm, her name was Lilly. That was Alexsis; and that was Marissa. Katey, Abby, Olivia, Jessica. Frankie, Gabriella, Grace, and Hayley. George listed the girls’ names off in his head as they passed by, one by one, each giving him their best smile. He sat on his chair and returned every smile he got. This was a daily event and had become the norm for him.

Every day he would find a place to situate himself, and girls either followed him or simply found him. And every day he would plant a kiss on every cheek available, giggling softly to himself each time. Though the girls didn’t realize it, with every kiss they accepted, a spell was put on them. A simple spell- once George’s lips pressed to their cheeks or lips, they would instantly fall in love with him. The spell, originally a curse, was placed on him as a baby. No matter who it was- no matter their age, race, relation to him- if a female was kissed by George, they would love them with all their heart and soul.

But it seemed no girl ever pleased George. No matter how many girls he kissed, he never felt the same.

“Good afternoon, Georgy!” A girl by the name of Harmony greeted.

“Is it afternoon already?” George replied, looking at the sky, “Pity. How’re you doing today, lovely?” He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. Her eyes widened slightly, her cheeks began to bright and her lips turned up higher.

“I’m doing great, now that I’m finally here with you.”

Another girl, whom stood off in the distance, took witness to the kiss. Instantly her eyes began to well up with tears and she clutched the sides of her dress, stomping over to the two. “G-Geo... You kissed her! I thought you said, I thought you said kisses were special! Meant only for the two of us!” She began to wail.

He had much experience in this sort of situation. He’d kiss one girl; and nearby girls would start sobbing. Though it irritated him a little, he began to see them only one at a time, but still situations like such would still occur on occasion. “Darling, darling, don’t cry, please,” George stood from his chair, embracing her tightly, “She is not special to me; only you are,” he whispered in her ear so only she heard.

“Really?” The tears began to stop, and he nodded.

“Really.” George kissed her cheek, and just like that the girl was back to normal.

“Oh, Alexander! What are you doing here?” He heard the girl behind him say, her voice a mixture of happiness and confusion. That’s when George stood frozen, his own eyes widened this time.

‘Georgy Porgy’ only ever had one weakness.

“I came to check on you… What are you doing here? Who is he?” It was the boy’s voice this time; deep and worried.

If another male ever showed up, Georgy Porgy needed to vanish.

Instantly George let go of the nameless girl, not even saying goodbye as he dashed away. They called after him but he ignored it.

That one little weakness is what made his spell a curse.