It started with hello~ GeorgeNotFoundxreader

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

-updated 9/20/21- WARNING- this story is extremely cringe (at least to me) because it was my first story back onto wattpad in years.
I have 2 other george X readers that are 10x better if interested.
Please refrain from being rude, keep it nice even though yes, I know I added some cringe shit into this💀 I'm just tired of seeing rude/Ill mannered comments, making me tempted to take the story down as a whole, but not wanting to. Just please be nice!:)

(WARNING- TALKS ABOUT PAST ABUSE, EMOTIONAL & PHYSICAL, PAST DRUG USE, AND PAST SELF HARM!)
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Rubbing your eyes with your fists you glance around the room as George hugged you as close as he possibly could, trying to keep you warm.

Reaching over to the side of the bed you grab your phone and immediately open Twitter.
George takes notice of this- "what's wrong baby..?" His voice was deep from just waking up.

You glance up at him
"Oh- nothing.. I just feel like I owe Scarlett an explanation of why we had to stop talking. Maybe even rekindle our friendship.."
he nods at your response and closes his eyes again, clearly tired.

Scrolling through the people you follow- it took a minute before you found her account.

Anxiety rushes over you, telling you to just drop it, and not text her at all.
You didn't understand.

Ignoring your gut feeling, you click the message before beginning to type.

"Hey Scarlett! I really wish we could've talked about this another way, rather then you donating but.. I truly feel like you deserve an explanation and apology for what happened 3 years ago, I know it wasn't easy on either of us. I won't say much through text- but I will say that my parents were very abusive, and when they caught us smoking they did horrible things to me, And basically convinced me that you were a bad friend when in reality it was me. They made me cut off contact because I was to afraid to say I brought the weed out of fear of what they would do."
You read through it a few times making sure it sounded okay before you pressed send.
Thinking of something more to add onto it, you begin typing quickly again.
"I'm out of that situation now, as you saw. So if you're willing to forgive and forget I'm always down to start talking again!:)"
Clicking send once more you put your phone down and wiggle your way out of George's bed, being sure not to wake him up.

Quietly making your way out into the kitchen, you begin looking in his fridge for breakfast foods.
It being clays last day you felt obligated to make him a nice breakfast.

Grabbing eggs and bacon from the fridge you quickly check the pantry and see pancake mix.
Smiling to yourself your grab it and put it next to all the other items.

"Hey y/n"
Nearly jumping from your skin, you turn around meeting eyes with clay.

"Don't do that clay... nearly scared me half to-"

"We need to talk."

You furrow your brows at the tell man.
Almost immediately after the words came out of his mouth you could feel your stomach turn, and your heart beating out of your chest.

You nod at him signaling him to continue.

"I don't really know how to say this but uh.. my parents haven't been texting me at all since I came down here.. I went to go text them today but they blocked my number..I'm scared that when I get home they won't pick me up.. or even let me back in the house."
"What do I do..." his voice was full of hurt and betrayal.
Your mouth slightly gapes open, this being the last thing you expected.

You stop and think of a second.
"I have your moms contact in my phone... I never texted her so I doubt she has my number saved.."

He nods lightly spacing off at the pan you put on the stove.
"I'll try calling her on yours then."

You frown lightly at clay and hand him your phone with her contact pulled up.
He puts it on speaker for you to hear- when suddenly George walks out of his room.

He didn't question anything, he just took a seat next to clay as if he could sense the energy in the room.

The phone begins ringing... and ringing.. until a voice on the other end finally came through.
"Hello?"

Clay looks at the both of you, puzzled.

"Hey mom.. it's clay."
"Why did you and dad block my number.." George could tell he was holding back tears and begins to lightly pat his back, showing comfort.

The women sighs into the phone as if she was waiting for this day.
"Look- I know this isn't going to easy for you to hear at all.. and I'm so sorry I have to do this to you clay but... we want you to stay out there.. we can't deal with the constant yelling, fighting, and disrespect you show towards me and your father.."

Your eyes shoot open once the women finishes.
Clay was also appalled, and his face went a light red out of anger.
"But I'm not disrespectful towards you guys." His voice was stern.
His mother scoffs loudly
"You're not? Then why are you talking back? I thought you'd be happy.. you obviously like them more then your own parents." She seemed unfazed by this. Having to kick her own son out, and not even person? Over the phone while he's halfway across the world from a place he once called home. You could see the sadness he had from this situation completely leave, and turn into anger.

"Whatever. By the way, I wasn't talking back I'm having a fucking conversation. Second, I want to you send me my PC that I paid for if this is really how it's going to be." He scoffs rolling his eyes, "I can't believe this."

His mother was silent over the phone for a minute-
"Fine whatever you want, we'll send it. I'm sorry it had to-"

"You're sorry? Bullshit." Clay cuts her off.
"You wouldn't kick your son out while he's already half way across the world. That's fucked and you know it. I'm a good kid and I know I am I don't need your opinion about me. I'll message you details for my PC. Thanks."
Not letting her get one more word out he hangs up the phone and looks up at the two of you.

"Well fuck."
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Finishing the breakfast you tried to start before- it gave everyone time to think about the situation in full.

The three of you sat down and ate your breakfast in near silence until George assured clay he would always have a roof over his head even with his parents kicking him out.
It's what best friends were for. They always come around during the hardest times and when you truly need them there.

You didn't really have a say in this situation, it wasn't your apartment, and they both already seemed to know you're okay with clay being there longer.

Once you all finish your food, you sit down trying to think of activities to do, to take some tension out of the room.

"It's getting close to winter so.. the ice skating rinks should be open" George comments

Clay almost immediately perks up at the idea
"Yes! Let's do that." For the first time today he smiles

Shrugging your shoulders you agree

You didn't fully know how to ice skate... but you could at least keep yourself up.
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(A/N- sorry that this chapter isn't as long 🥺 or really that eventful, I'm hoping next chapter will come along a lot better then this:/ if I'm being honest I've had a little bit of a writers block!:( so I apologize🖤)