CoffeeShop Murders ~ DNF (completed)

Day 5

~~3rd Person~~

As Clay made pancakes in the kitchen, George continued to sleep upstairs. It took George's alarm going off for the third time for him to wake up.

George mumbles, turning his head and opening one eye, looking at his phone. It was 7:16, and he had seven missed calls from Nick.

George sits up, rubbing his eyes as he called him back. Nick seemed to pick up immediately.

"Dude, where the hell are you?! Why haven't you been answering your phone?" Nick sounded worried, angry even.

George only sighed harshly, "I'm over at...Clay's. Yeah. Uhm, why? Did something happen?" George yawns, rubbing his face with a hum.

Nick is silent for a moment before yelling, "Yes! The fucking murderer is creating chaos! He killed more people last night! Where's Clay?"

George mumbles, kicking the warm covers off his legs and standing. He makes his way to the door and tries to unlock it. He pauses when the door makes no movement.

Clay hears the movement and quietly makes his way over to the door, standing to the side to wait a moment.

"What the..the door's locked." George presses his lips into a firm line, looking at the top of the door, then at the handle.

Trying to make it seem natural, Clay walks infront of the door and unlocks it, swinging it open. He then laughs, "Sorry George. The doors a bitch to open sometimes." Clay gestures downstairs, shoving his hands in his pockets, "There's food on the counter in the kitchen. If you want some. I'll take you to work if Nick isn't going to pick you up."

George stares at Clay before only nodding and walking past Clay, talking sleepily to Nick who's yelling on the other line.

Clay turns and watches George walk off with a slight smile. He then scoffs and turns back to the interior of the room, stepping inside and closing the door.

As he grabs a new outfit and a towel, he finds himself looking continuously back at the bed. George left light dents in it, seeming that he slept well.

Clay's attention became focused on the bed as he walked over to it, setting his clothes aside. He sits on the end of the bed, just trailing his hands over the comforter.

Maybe he was obsessing? The feeling had happened once before with his ex. It was soon after they left him for someone else that the feeling had become like a poison. But this? It felt so much more fulfilling.

He enjoyed it.

Either way, he was quickly snapped back into reality as he heard heavy footsteps dragging on the stairs.

Clay turns over to the door, catching George turning the door knob and pushing it open. George leans against the doorframe, letting his eyes flutter close.

"If it's not that much of a problem, you should let me just stay here today. I don't feel like moving stuff off my bed to lay down." George crosses his arms, seeming to struggle opening his eyes.

Clay's body tensed. He wasn't planning on keeping him here for this long, but the feeling felt nice.

Clay stands, walking closer to George as he held out a hand, "I don't mind at all." Clay stands in front of George, setting his extended hand on George's shoulder. He then smiles down at him, "What's mine is yours."

George responded with a tired nod, giving in and leaning on Clay's chest.

Clay held George up, pulling him into a slight hug. He figured that Nick had taken care of what he needed to do, leaving George a free day.