That night, George tossed around in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. He had been doing that for about an hour and a half until he just gave up and sighed, looking over at the clock on his nightstand.
"Two thirty…" George looked up at the ceiling.
"Might as well just have a smoke…" He kicked the covers off him and got out of bed, grabbing his cigarette pack and some matches.
As he walked out of his bedroom and past the living room, he noticed John and…Arabella on the couch.
"What's wro-" He began but Arabella interrupted him.
"Drunk. Don't tell a soul." She pointed at him, shot him a glare then brought a glass of water up to John's mouth.
He just nodded and hurried over to the balcony.
As George lit himself a cigarette, he heard a voice come from his left.
"Couldn't sleep, huh?" He looked to the left and saw Charlotte.
"Not really, no. How about ye?" He had a drag of the cancer stick and let the smoke roll out of his mouth.
"John woke me and