balcony - dnf

1 - moving out

• language
• joking about suicide

"I'll miss you dear" the older woman hugged her son very tightly.
She had that broken look in her eyes, that you have when someone leaves.
She pressed a wet kiss on his cheek and broke away from him.

The blonde wiped the kiss away from his cheek in disgust. "You only need 30 minutes to drive to my new apartment," he noted, praying secretly that his mother would finally let him go without any further complaints.
"When your father drives we need 50," laughed his mother.

Clay was actually very happy that his father wasn't home. He thought that saying goodbye to his mother was bad enough. She's kinda clingy but Clay feels like she forgets sometimes that she has another child. Okayyyy...his sister wasn't perfect. He even had to admit that she was a bit spoiled, but his mother exaggerated anyway.

"I'm so proud of you and your work Clay. If you need anything call me, okay? And if you want me to cook for you, you can always text me. And-" her son interrupted her.
"Yeah I'll, see you" Clay waved to his mother. "Oh no I'm talking to much again aren't I?" "kinda" he smiled before closing the door behind him. He sighed and pulled out a car key.

He opened the red car next to him and threw his bag on the rear. For a short moment he looked back at the house and then climbed in his car. The house was quite old but he grew up in it. It meant more to him than he wanted to admit.

He'll always remember how he chased his sister around the house because she ate his dessert or how he painted a picture for his mother at the last minute on Christmas that didn't dry out in time. His mother had colored fingers when she unpacked it or when he-...

Clay stopped his thoughts. It's time to leave, he'll be back soon and he didn't have to exaggerate, his mother has already done that enough for him.

A slight sad but proud smile formed on his face as he started his car and drove out of the driveway.
He knew he was now on his own. Even if his parents would visit him, he was sure that the start wouldn't be easy.

Play - Riptide by Vance Joy

Clay turned on the radio and let the music echo loudly through the car.
He raised an eyebrow. Riptide he hadn't heard this song in a while but he was even more impressed when he began to sing along with the song without any problems.

For him it was pretty clear why he still knew the lyrics. He has adhd.
He couldn't remember anything except lyrics of random songs he probably heard just once in his whole life.

Okay..., he could remember things but he often forgets little things. He once forgot to pick up his friends from the train station. They were so mad, Clay didn't even know it was a possibility.
This was one of the reasons why he started playing the guitar. It's just his hobby but it helps him to sort his thoughts.

A telephone ring interrupted him.
He turned the music down and checked his phone for a moment. Sapnap was written on the screen.
He wasn't supposed to be on the phone while driving, but he made an exception for Nick. He was his best friend and knew exactly how much the brunette hated it to wait.

"Hey Snapchat" he said as he answered the call. "Don't call me that!" the other males voice sounded angrily. "I'll do it anyway" Clay grinned even if the other couldn't see it. "Urgh, okay. Do whatever you want. Wanna play Minecraft later?"
"I don't think I can play today but we can play tomorrow if you want. You have at least time to practice then." Clay liked to tease the younger one. His reactions were always funny.

"I can't help it that you are this good." "Hm, if you think so. Look, I'm driving right now. I'll text you later, okay? " "Okay, don't die" Nick hung up immediately. Clay let his phone disappear in his pocket again and concentrated on the street. It didn't bother him that Nick had hung up so quickly, he didn't even say goodbye. He always does that. At the beginning he always thought he did something wrong but now he knows that Nick was just different.