dreamnotfound oneshots

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In this oneshot, Clay and George both live in Florida, just not together. George lives 45 minutes away from Clay.

Word Count: 2147

CW: homophobia
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Clay had been in a relationship with George for a while now. Clay loved George more than anything, and George felt the same compassion for Clay.

They thought they were doing so well at hiding it.. until George left his phone on the kitchen table.

George was upstairs in his room, laying down comfortably reading a new book that he had found in his closet.

George's dad flung the door open. "George, what the fuck is wrong with you!" George swiftly looked to his right, seeing his dad holding his phone in one hand and the doorknob with the other.

The expression on George's face was full of dread. "What the hell are these texts?" George's dad help up his phone, gripping it tightly in pure anger.

George closed his book, terrified. His dad howling at him made him want to cry, and he felt his eyes getting watery and puffy. "I didn't raise you to like men! Men aren't supposed to like men! That is disgusting, George! You are a disgrace." George felt a tear trace down his face.

"Don't even start crying. You're gonna break up with this boy." George's dad stared at him, fuming with a serious look. "D-dad n-" George tried to speak as his father interrupted him. "NO! You have NO right to call me Dad until you break up with him. I'm not asking!" He walked out and slammed the door behind him.

George stared at his door and shut his eyes. As a few more tears fell, he felt his stomach turning and cupped his face into his own hands. He could feel pools of his teardrops falling onto his hands as he sobbed. He couldn't catch his breath. Everything seemed blurry.

Eventually, he caught his breath, and fell back on his bed staring at the ceiling, tears still dropping down the side of his face one by one. He could feel the salty liquid drooling into his ears.

He felt hollow. He still had Clay, but not for long. He sat up and saw the phone laying on the nightstand. He grasped it in his hands and sniffled, wiping his red and irritated eyes.

"Clay please call me." he paused and stared at the message, then hits send.

Delivered.

George stared at the words "Delivered." and about a minute later..

Read 7:32pm.

He stared at the text screen, then his phone started buzzing. It was Clay. He picked up the phone and heard Clay's voice.

"Hello?" Clay started the conversation.

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"George? What's wrong?" Clay waited for a reply.

Hearing him say that made George's heart sink to his feet. He didn't know what he was feeling. He felt he was missing something inside of him. He closed his eyes and felt his lip start to tremble.

"George?" Clay asked again.

"Clay.." George managed to get out.

"What happened?" Clay replied.

"..My dad...he found our texts." George mumbled.

The other end of the call was silent. The silence was so loud..

"George I'm coming to see you." Clay hung up the phone.

George hung his head back and shut his eyes tightly. He felt like the walls were caving in.