(Home)Less Without You

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TW's:
*Homophobia
*Mental breakdown
*Mentions accusations sexual assault
*A fight (not psychical, just with words+swearing)

Shit is about to go down

I cried my eyes out for minutes long and I started hitting the pillow on the couch. I hid my face in there and started screaming. I squeezed the pillow and sat on my knees, hitting my face in the pillow out of pure anger and sadness. I didn't want to be gay, I really didn't want to. I suddenly heard footsteps running down the stairs and George came in.

'Clay? Oh gosh, what's wrong? Why are you crying?'

He sat down on the couch and lifted me up, hugging me tightly. I held onto him tightly and cried my eyes out.

'What's wrong, Clay?'

He pushed me away softly and looked at me. From that point everything went wrong. I looked at him, he was so beautiful. He was absolutely gorgeous. I was falling for him so hard, and he would never fall for me. Of course he wouldn't, he was perfect and he was straight. Such a handsome guy would never fall for me, a homeless guy. I kept staring at him, I was actually falling in love. I actually was falling in love with a guy.

Before I could even stop myself I started leaning in. George did nothing, he looked a little confused at me. I leaned in more and more and I closed my eyes. I then made the biggest mistake in my entire life. I pressed my lips on George's. He didn't do anything. He didn't move at all. My hand went up to his face, cupping it. I kept kissing him, even though he didn't kiss back. I just couldn't stop myself. His lips just tasted so amazing and as long as he didn't push me away, I would think he liked it too. I kept kissing him, but suddenly-.

George pushed me away and jumped up. 'What the hell do you think you are doing? What is wrong with you?'

'I-.'

'Dude, what the hell. I'm fine with you being gay or whatever, but the hell. Don't freaking kiss me.'

'I'm sorry- I-.'

'Just get out of here.'

'I'm so sorry, can we talk about this first?'

'No, I don't want you here anymore.'

'I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I promise.'

'GET OUT.'

'Can I maybe grab my bag?' I whispered.

'One freaking minute, get the hell out.'

'I'm so sorry, George. Can I make it better? I won't kiss you anymore, I won't touch you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.'

'What's wrong with you? I understand why you didn't have friends.'

'I-.' I didn't know what to say anymore. Tears streamed down my face, I was so extremely hurt by his comment.

'You freaking sexually assaulted me.'

'It wasn't that bad right? I only kissed you for a few seconds, you didn't do anything so I thought you liked it too.'

'Too? So you freaking liked it?'

'I- well- it wasn't that bad.'

'I didn't want to freaking kiss you, you idiot.'

'Why didn't you say that beforehand?'

'How the hell do I know you randomly start kissing me?'

'I'm sorry. Please, don't kick me out. I- I'm still not feeling that well. I have nowhere to live.'

'I don't want a guy who randomly starts kissing me here.'

'Can you please forgive me?'

'Did you actually like that?'

'Uh- I did. But I will never do it again. Please, George. You're my friend, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Can we just be friends? Yes, I did like the kiss a little, but I'm not doing it again.'

'Just get out.'

'Can we still be friends?'

'No, get out.

'Can I maybe go to someone? I-.'

'You don't have anyone anymore, Clay.'

'How the hell can you be this harsh? I'm sorry for freaking kissing you, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, can't you just forgive me? How the hell did you turn from so sweet to such a dick in just a minute? I'm sorry, okay? Do I have to fall on my knees and beg for freaking forgiveness?'

George said nothing anymore.

'Fine, I will leave. But don't expect me to get back ever again.'

I stormed upstairs and grabbed my bag. With tears streaming down my face I smashed the front door behind me and I started walking away. I felt George looking at me, I turned around shortly and looked at him. Tears still streamed down and I turned back around again.

'Bye, George. I wish you just could have forgotten about it. I wish we could still be friends.'

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