clay pov --
he didn't seem too happy with me, which was odd for george. he looks almost angry, annoyed.
"baby, did i do something wrong? are you okay?" i said, approaching him and putting a hand on his shoulder, which he jerked away.
what the fuck? i thought.
"george, what's wrong?" i asked, keeping my distance as to not piss him off again.
he didn't acknowledge me.
he didn't bother to say anything back.
"why are you mad?" i questioned, concern in my tone.
i put a hand on his shoulder and he just ignored me.
"george?"
"go away." he said. "i don't fucking need you."
my heart sank, my whole world was chipping away, ready to break in an instant.
"what?" i said, trembling.
"you heard me. i never wanted you." he said, turning to face me.
my body went weak, but i managed to hold myself up.
"g- george.." i stuttered. "you don't mean that."
"yes i do." he said, sharply. "look at you, who could possibly want you?"
"george, stop. what did i do?"
"everything, clay."
"wh-"
he cut me off.
"you're pathetic."
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i jerked awake, sweating and hot. i ran a hand through my hair, tugging at it.
it was just a dream, clay. that was it. that's all it was. calm down.
but i can't calm down.
i rushed to get my phone. the bright light of the screen blinded me as i just woke up and my eyes were sensitive, but i didn't care. i needed to text him. the time on my phone said 2:34am, and a concerned looking patches who was sleeping on my bed had been woken up by my frantic actions.
my hands trembled as i typed.
george
george please
george hello
yes
what happened
are u ok?
do you love me
do you really love me
yes of course i do
why
what happened
do you mean it
please
yeah
why
youre worrying me, clay
i had a dream
you called me pathetic
you said you didn't need me
clay i would never say that
it was just a dream baby
go back to bed ok
i love you
ok
i'm sorry for waking u up
i love you too
tears were carefully streaming down my face as i texted him.
i hope he means it.
i hope he really does love me.
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𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺. - dreamnotfound
Romanceclay's head was always full of one thing, and one thing only. george, and george only. your typical slow burn fic - HI OKAY THIS'LL PROBABLY BE BAD BUT THIS IS IN A HIGHSCHOOL AU AND THEYRE THE SAME AGE AND SOME OTHER CREATORS APPEAR TOO. JUST A DI...
