Fuck.
I had written over half of this damn chapter (around 600 words) but it didn't save. So I spent half my afternoon rewriting this chapter.
Also took a while because I got 2 of those Shimeji things on my phone and the 2 little assholes love to sit in front of the full stop, comma and space.
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George POV.
My phone vibrated twice in my hand and I glanced down to see what it was for.
Clay had sent me a text. I opened it and reading it, then rereading it, and reading it a third time, before pocketing it again and letting out a sigh of relief.
"So I'm assuming that means that Clay is fine?" Zak asked, he and Darryl were looking in my direction.
I replied with an 'mhm' sound, my fingers still sitting in my pocket and wrapped around my phone.
"That's good George" both Darryl the ravenette smiled at me as I eased up a bit for the first time in over sixty minutes, but this relief wouldn't last long.
"Can you come and help us with the project now?" The ravenette asked, "you've been staring at your phone worrying about your boyfriend all afternoon."
Had I? I swear that I only looked at it once or twice. But maybe each time I 'briefly glanced' at the screen it took around 30 minutes to look away.
"Sure. I'll come help."
I moved from the bed over to the couch where Zak and Darryl had been typing on their laptops for the past sixty minutes without a break, and they'd done way more than I expected them too.
They'd come up with 3 pages which included a theme, the food, games, activities and a list of songs to go along with that theme. The pair had also came up with a list of people nearby to hire as a photographer, and a DJ. Plus several fundraisers to earn enough money to pay for everything that may be needed that night.
Maybe I'd been staring at my phone for 4 hours instead of 1, I doubt I could have come up with this much in that little time even with someone or even two people to help.
But hey, maybe those two make a good power couple.
I pulled up the document on my computer and began typing, but before I'd even added one short paragraph with a list of potential decorations I heard the familiar roar of an engine coming up the driveway. Instantly I stood and looked out, just too see a glimpse of a blue Ferrari driving into the garage.
The second that the car was gone from my view I turned to leave the room, wanting to see Clay, wanting to make sure that he was okay and that the bullies hadn't hurt him. "George calm down and come back here to try and get a little more work done. Clay will be up here in a minute or too" Zak spoke, as I reached for the door handle.
"You don't know that" I replied, "he could have been hurt by Nick and Wilbur. They may have broken his legs or something."
I spun back around just in time to see Zak rolling his eyes, "I'm sure that if Wilbur and Nick had broken Clay's legs then he wouldn't have been able to drive here, he's not a superhero."
"Fine." I grumbled. I would much rather be with my boyfriend than sitting here doing homework, I'm pretty sure everyone would in fact. Nonetheless, I turned back to my computer and continued typing, may as well get a little more done to avoid Mr Phallus' threat to repeat the project on my own. But I stopped again when I heard footsteps outside of the door.
The handle turned and in stepped the blond, I instantly jumped up and wrapped my arms around him in a hug, glad he was back in one piece. At least he looked like he was in one piece. I studied his appearance for any sign of an injury that he didn't have before. If either Wilbur or Nick did anything to Clay I swear to god I'd walk to their houses right now and kill them both in cold blood. (George would probably have an army of you readers ready to do the same thing).
Clay POV.
"Georgie, what's with the hug, I've only been gone for an hour." I said when the brunette finally let go.
"That's an hour too long" he replied,"those fucking madmen could have killed you."
"Language" someone said from behind him.
I rolled my eyes and looked over his shoulder to see Zak and Darryl typing away on their laptops. It feels like they'd done all the homework while George was sitting and worrying about me.
George worrying about me. That was a weird thought. It was meant to be my job worrying about him, worrying about his safety and making sure he stays safe. It felt weird knowing that he was instead worried about me in a situation where I was perfectly safe and not worrying about him.
Why though?
I sighed and shook my head, it was a confusing thing to think about.
"How much work did you get done?" I walked to the pair sitting on the couch, who had their attention focused On their laptops.
"We've done about 4 and a half pages." Darryl explained, "your muffinhead boyfriend was mainly sitting and crying for your safety the entire time." (Damn, strong language from BadBoyHalo. There could be children reading this).
"That seems like something he would definitely do" I responded, looking over at the brunette as he settled down on the bed with his laptop being balanced on his lap as he slowly began typing.
Although he didn't show it he was clearly listening to the conversation.
I walked over to him and sat down, resting my head on his shoulder and looking at what he was doing. "So. Is it true that you were really worried for me Georgie?"
"I-I thought you'd get hurt." George mumbled, his face flushing red in slight embarrassment.
"Did you think I couldn't handle myself?"
He mumbled something incomprehensible but I smirked before kissing his forehead lightly. "I'm insulted Georgie" I mumbled against his forehead.
His face grew brighter red. "It's fine Georgie." I said with a laugh.
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