I Fell in Love with a Boy in a Maid Dress - Dreamnotfound

A place you should forget

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"Clay, I found him." As soon as I hear those words, I find myself sprinting towards where Nick's voice is. He's standing in the door frame of a dark room. I stand next to him, and at first I can't make out anything but darkness.

And then I see two people, one laying on the bed with their entire body exposed and the other standing over the bed. It doesn't take me long to realize that the body on the bed is in fact the boy I've been looking for. The taller one who is standing shoves past me to get out of the room. Nick chases after him and I close the door behind me, slowly walking up to George.

"George?" He sniffles and doesn't respond. There is no sparkle in his eyes. All I see is a dull, emotionless look. He looks dead. His eyes belong to a corpse.

I take a few more steps and seat myself next to him on the bed. "George, I'll help dress you, okay?" He sniffles and I can see him nod slightly. I wasn't sure what happened exactly, but from what I'd seen it was pretty easy to tell what had happened.

I look to the floor where his clothes were discarded, and pick them up. I carefully slide on each of his clothes, making him sit up so I can put on the shirt and sweater. "I'm cold." The first words he's said. His voice is quiet. Much quieter than usual. I hate seeing him like this, especially knowing that if I hadn't wandered off, this wouldn't have happened.

I quickly remove my hoodie from my body and slip it over George's, guiding his arms and head through the holes. "Is this better?" He nods and crawls towards me, digging his head into my chest. I reach my hand up and soothingly play with his hair. The only sound in the room is George's occasional sobs and sniffles. I let him cry it out, holding onto him tightly.

A knock echoes through the room and  my head shoots up to look at the door. The handle turns and Nick walks in. There is no loud music anymore, which confuses me. "I ended the party early." I nod and watch Nick flash a look of concern and sadness towards George. I hold the boy closer to me, and his arms weakly wrap around me, clinging to the back of my shirt.

"George, do you want to go home?" I keep my tone calm and quiet, to try and make George less scared. He finally looks up and I meet his eyes, red and puffy from crying.

"Yeah." He shakily exhales and swings his legs over the bed slowly. I stand up, holding his hand tightly, then dragging him up. But that doesn't work too well, as he just stumbles into me, and proceeds to cry again. I'm trying to fight back my own tears, but I accidentally let a stray one escape and roll down my cheek. George noticed through his own teary state, and clings onto me again.

"Is it okay if I carry you?" He nods and I carefully slide my arms around his body to lift him, one arm supporting his back and the other under his legs. His head falls against my body, and he nuzzles into the crook of my neck

I head towards the door with the precious boy in my arms. His breathing steadies and I soon hear light snores. "Do you want me to drive you back?"

"Uh, no, you're not sober." He shrugs and takes out his car keys. I give him an evil glare, and he gets the point quite quickly.

"I'll let you drive my car then. Just bring it back tomorrow." He heads out of the room and I follow him, walking through the house which is now quite a mess after the party. It's surprising how there's nobody else around now, considering that just ten minutes ago the house was swarming with people.

Nick takes me out to his car, and opens the passanger door, motioning for me to lay George down there. My actions are careful and cautious, making sure I don't wake George up in the process.

Quietly, the door shuts, and I make my way over to the other side. Nick hands me the keys and watches me get in the car. "You better not fuck up my car, I'm trusting you here."

"I'll be sure to get into an accident just for you Nick." I joke and he rolls his eyes to me, then waves me off as I back out of the driveway and onto the road.

I don't even have the energy to put on any music. Besides, it might wake up the boy who's peacefully sleeping beside me.

A few minutes later I turn onto my street, driving to the destination. The moon seems dull today. Looking around, everything seems boring and lifeless, especially the boy in the passanger seat of my car. The boy who's smile was once bright enough to light up an entire room, but now wouldn't even spark a flame weak enough to light a candle.

The car halts to a stop, and George stirs in his sleep. Once I'm at his door, he's already woken up. Neither of us say anything while I pick him up and take him inside. "Is there anything you need George?"

"A warm bath." Despite it being almost one in the morning, I step away from George to get the bath ready. "I'll be back down in a bit."

The sound of water flowing dances through the apartment. I pour in some bubble bath mixture, the strong yet sweet smell of flowers engulfing the room. The scent reminds me of George. A lot of things have been reminding me of George recently. But this wasn't the time to adventure around my mind.

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