Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

Cry

George's POV:

It was bad. Me and Nick sat in the living room after we got home. The sound of Denise wailing in Clay's room was really hard to hear. On the way home, we were all dreading the question and the answer we had to give.

"She's dead isn't she?"

We were all quiet after she asked, the red glare from the stop light glowing into the car. I looked at Nick while he scratched his neck, Clay clearing his throat.

"Deena" he took a deep breath "she's gone" we had pulled into the drive way by the time he had answered, only a thirty second moment of silence lingering. She stared at him with no emotion for what felt like minutes, but was only really a few seconds before she immediately started sobbing. Me, Clay, and Nick got out of the car. I opened her door and gently helped her out, holding her for a moment before carrying her inside. I rubbed her back with my hand as she cried. I didn't know what to do. Clay rushed to his room and moved the blankets for her as I placed her down softly. I made my way out of the room and shut the door behind me, walking into the living room to see Nick standing there.

"Is she going to be okay?" His voice broke, he worried about her. I shook my head and sat down, rubbing my eyes and groaning.

"Not for awhile, Nick" I sighed as he sat down next to me. "She was her best friend"

"I know but-" he was cut off by another loud cry from the other room. It made me shiver. "Is there anything we can do?"

"Just be here for her. Be patient. Support her"

"We almost lost Clay too"

"But we didn't"

"The bullet was only a foot away from his face. It could have killed him"

"But it didn't"

"What if-"

"Nick he's okay. He's in there alive and okay. We didn't lose him" I staged before getting water. He sat there still thinking and letting his mind wander around.

Clay's POV:

I sat here holding her, letting her cry into my arms. She kept repeating the words 'why?' And all I could say was it would be okay and I'm here. I held her gently, only tightening when she'd let out loud hiccups or cries. She was like my sister, and it pained me to see her this way. It had been about an hour and she stopped crying. She laid next to me, staring at the ceiling. I didn't speak and let her at peace. The sound of slight muffled talking came from the living room as we laid in silence. The warmth of the blankets were calming for the both of us. The small scent of lavender surrounded us from the candle lit in the room, a gift from Nick when they had gotten here. Her shaky breaths were still there, but went away once she started to play Radiohead quietly. The soft tones of the sing seemed to calm her.

"Do you want to go home?" I asked as I stared at the ceiling with her. She didn't hesitate to answer.

"No" she shook her head quickly, a sharp breath leaving her mouth.  "I want Darryl"

"He'll be here, Deena" I sighed and she nodded. "I'm sorry he can't stay"

"It's okay. I only need one day. It's better than nothing." She closed her eyes as I sat up. "You're leaving?"

"Get some sleep, I'll sleep on the couch and force Nick to actually make room for once" I smiled. She did too. The first time since we got home. "I love you, okay? Please try and get some rest"

"Wow Clay actually showing feelings" she let out a breathy laugh "love you too" with that I walked out, blankly staring in front of me before standing still, feeling the guy's eyes on me.

"Clay?" Is all I heard before I was knocked out of my strange. It was Nick who had spoken.

"I'm so worried about her" I felt my body heat up as sadness washed over me. I sat on the couch and turned on the tv, needing something to do.

"We are too" George spoke from his seat while messing with his sleeves. It went silent as Superbad began playing. Deena had it in her bag and handed it to me when we got home, saying she planned on watching it with Miranda. She didn't want to watch it anymore. Sooner than later Nick got up and got blankets to sleep and gave me some too. George eventually set off to the guest room with a small nod saying goodnight. I stayed up, constantly checking to see if she was still asleep, or if she was awake and crying. I slowly walked in, realizing I forgot to blow out the candle. Before leaving I plugged in her phone. Her wallpaper was a picture of her and Miranda. I felt my heart sing a little bit as the screen turned off. Making my way back to the living room quietly, I grabbed a cup of water before laying back doin. We all eventually fell asleep worrying about our friend.

(A/N: I know this is a short chapter I am sorry but I just had an idea and had to write it)