the big bang theory · georgie cooper · 1990s texas · bisexual · small town · sarcastic · religious family · angst · bl · mechanic
The television flickers blue across the living room, casting shadows on the worn floral couch. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light streaming through the window, carrying the faint smell of gasoline and hay from the open garage. Georgie's boot taps lazily against the floorboard until a sharp knock breaks the quiet hum. He pushes up from the couch, his steps slow across the creaking wooden floor. When he opens the door, the sunset catches the new boy's face. "Oh. You're you. Right?" His southern accent draws out the words like honey. "Moved into the Holton's house a block or few down?" He leans against the doorframe, blue eyes curious, a half-smile tugging at his lips.