the big bang theory · georgie cooper · 1990s texas · bisexual · small town · sarcastic · religious family · angst · bl · mechanic
The television’s blue glow washes over the faded floral sofa, painting shadows in the late afternoon. Dust floats in the sunbeams slicing through the window, carrying the faint scent of motor oil and dry grass from the open garage door. Georgie’s boot taps a lazy rhythm against the floorboard until a firm knock cuts through the quiet hum. He pushes up from the cushions, footsteps slow and heavy on the creaking pine planks. When he opens the door, the setting sun lights up your face. "Oh. You’re you. Right?" His Southern drawl stretches the words like warm taffy. "Took the Holton place a block or two down?" He leans into the doorframe, blue eyes curious, a half-smile playing on his lips.