Electric Love (Dreamnotfound + Gream)

Electric Love

Clay's POV:

He was sitting on his bed, arms wrapped around his knees. His eyes looked puffy, like he had been crying for a while, the small trails down his cheeks that dancing in light confirmed my speculation.

"We need to talk."

I closed the door behind me. I'm sure that the rest of our friends wouldn't mind hearing, but I'm sure that George wants no one to see him like this, for it's very rare for even me to catch him in this state. He gave me a small nod, trying his best to get rid of the waterfalls on this face. I felt bad for disturbing him, yet I needed to know where we stand and where we are in terms of a relationship.

I wrapped around him in his already balled-up shape, trying my best to make him stop crying before the faucet in my eyes started to go. He hesitated, but gave into my touch. I waited a minute before speaking, to fully ensure that he had dry eyes. I retreated my arms from the touch in order to turn and face towards him.

"Look-"

We were interrupted by the sound of loud laughter carrying up into the upper section of the house. I don't know how Tommy's voice doesn't hurt from his laugh, it's more of a scream if you were to ask me.

George looked at me with teary eyes, it pained me to see him like this. No words were needed, I took his hand and led him down the stairs and out the front door, to where the endless amounts of rain were gradually pouring down harder. On the way out, I see what made everyone laugh so hard. They had invited Alex over, and he was doing what he calls his "Mexican Dream" Impression. I have no idea when they got here or how he got in without me noticing, but I didn't complain.

We made our way to the middle of the driveway, just enough to give us some privacy. It wasn;t super secure, but it was somewhere. Rain hit the back of my neck, making me shiver as it slid down my back. I looked back at George, if his eyes were getting dryer, I couldn't tell.

George obviously didn't want to talk, as he was staring at the wet concrete driveway, avoiding eye contact with me. His mind was a book full of secrets, he would never really tell you what Is on his mind, and you have to use context clues in order to figure it out.

"George, I-"

"Don't start with me Clay," his tone was harsh and full of anger. His words drifted me out to sea as I was taken back.

"George what do you mean?" The roaring of the thunder and the pounding of the rain was gaining in strength. His gaze fell onto me, his beautiful brown eyes were about to overflow once again.

"Clay do you really think I'm that stupid? To fall for your little mind games? I know you would never actually like me, so why even try to tease me on it. I-I'm not like a mouse that you can just bat around at and play with whenever it seems pleasing."

I didn't know what to say. They boy that I love thinks that he is some sort of game, one to be beaten up and thrown around like a week old trash. My heart dropped to my stomach as I could see the hot tears peeking out from the corner of his eyes. I could feel my pulse throughout my entire body, from anger and from sadness.

I tried taking a step closer to him, but he took a step back, obviously firmly believing in what he had said. One thing about George, he is very stubborn and persistent. He will argue his way until there is heavy evidence of him being wrong.

Lightning struck as George began to walk back inside the house filled with laughter compared the wet driveway. I grabbed his hand before he could take more than three steps forwards, making him turn to face me. While George was strong in arguing, he was not strong in strength.

"Do you really think that I would do that to you? Do you really think that I would get pleasure out of putting you through pain?"

His gaze was strong and unfazed by my words. Not even the rain water that was dripping down his hair could break his stare.