Special kind of love ~ Dreamnotfound / Gream ~

Chapter 3 - Small change

Trigger warnings- I don't think there is, pls tell me if anything in here triggers you.

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"what the fuck did I just do"

Clay mumbles when he looks down at the still, small body in the corner of the bathroom stall. George was laying there motionless, tear streaks dried on his face from crying. and lips red from biting on them. Clay immediately regrets his decision on "teaching George a lesson". Sure he bullied the small boy all the time calling him, short, skinny, gay - was he even gay? Clay didn't know. But this clay thought was a little too far. Clay needed to do something fast before they found George in the bathroom beat up and tracked the security cameras and found out the he had done this, His dad would beat his ass. Then he remembered, why had Clay kissed him? His eyes were so pretty, the deep brown was something anyone could get lost in, and the freckles sprinkled on his nose and cheeks made Clay crazy. But he really kissed George. Clay was not gay so why would he do that? George must've been alarmed or uncomfortable about Clay kissing him he thought. Nice one clay thinking about Georges feelings after you just beat him up.

Clay bent down scooping George up one arm behind his back, and one arm by his legs while Georges head rested on his chest. Clay walked out of the bathroom carrying him bridal style and grabbed Georges stuff. He then speed walked as fast as he could to his car. Clay opened the door to the backseat and gently laid George down. He shut the backdoor and walked over the the drivers side getting in. He then without thinking adjusted his rearview mirror so that it was pointed at George. he look so peaceful sleeping. Clay admired The boys fluffy hair falling over his eyes and how calm he looked while His chest rose and fell. Then clay backed out and drove to his house.

His parents were never home during the day or at night. His mom left him when he was just 10 years old and his dad was abusive towards Clay. He was an alcoholic and would always be out partying or staying at someone else's house. His dad would sometimes take out his anger out on Clay. He could defend himself now but when he was little he couldn't which is why he had many scars on his body. 

Clay pulled into his driveway and opened the door to the backseat and scooped George out of the seat and shut the door behind him. He entered the house and carried George up to his room. He then laid George down on the bed and went to the bathroom to grab some ice, bandages, medicine, and antibiotics. He came back and sat down next to George. He had kicked George in the side on his ribcage repeatedly, he would have some bruises there. There were also a few cuts on his face probably from falling down in class earlier. Clay then hesitantly lifted Georges sweater off over his head and put it behind him. shit. Clay thought as he looked down at Georges small frame. His ribcage was visible through his pale white skin and there were a few freckles scattered on his body. "Clay snap out of it, Just bandage him up." 

Clay then applied the antibiotics to the outside of his ribcage since him kicking him multiple times had broke through the skin. Then he wrapped the bandages around Georges body. Clay was freaking out while lifting George up trying to get the bandages around his back. Clay then put an icepack on his side and stood up looking down at him. ~clay you need to make up your mind~ he thought. On one hand Clay had always bullied George, despised him almost. But now, Clay liked him? He didn't know what he was feeling. Clay then realized that George was still shirtless and thought it would be weird if George woke up and found himself shirtless on Clays bed. Clay picked up George's sweater that was behind him and looked at it. It was dirty probably from laying down on the floor of the bathroom. Clay decided George could just wear something of his. He stood up and made his way over to his closet and looked through his sweatshirts. He found a light green one and grabbed it. He then slipped the sweatshirt on Georges body an pulled the hood over his head. The sweatshirt was massive on George which Clay found cute. No stop with these thoughts Clay. But clay continued to stare at the older boys face taking in all the perfections and quirks about him. 

His eyelashes were so long, his cheeks were tinted a light pink color, his hair fell over his face slightly. Clay's eyes made there way down to Georges lips, the ones he had kissed earlier. They had felt so soft and he wanted to do it again and again and again until they were stained red from Clay. Clay had no idea why George made him feel this way or why he did. 

Clay was then snapped back into reality when George started to shuffle around in Clays bed.

George POV:

I open my eyes slowly still adjusting to the light. I look around the room i had woken up in. Last thing I remembered was Clay kicking me in the side until I became lightheaded and passed out. Wait Clay, why was he here? and wait where the fuck am I? This isn't my room and this isn't my clothes. I sit up fast but am stopped from a throbbing pain in the side of my body.

"Mmrm" I grunt in pain as I register that Clay is sitting at the end of my bed. why was he here, is he going to beat me up again? Is he going to make fun of me? Why is he just starting at me? Do i look stupid?

No ones POV:

Clay could start to sense that George was uneasy. 

"Goodmorning" Clay said rather calmly 

"Where am I? George responded

"My house in my sweatshirt" Clay said with a chuckle. George looked down face growing red.

"Why am I here?!" George said louder.

"Because you passed out in thr bathroom so i took you back here to bandage you up and take car of you."

"WELL WHY DID YOU BEAT ME UP THEN IF YOU WERE GONNA TAKE CARE OF ME?" George yelled startling Clay

"I-I don't know George." Clay said while looking down. "I'm really sorry though, I didn't mean for it to go this far."

"Why do you even do this to me? what did I ever do to you? I am just trying to live my life but you and your friend group have made it a living hell! Do you know how much I hate myself because of you? How insecure I am because of you? I don't even want to go to school anymore because of everyone making fun of me. And then you start to spread a rumor about me being gay? The whole school makes fun of me behind my back about it. And so what if I am gay? would you be surprised? beat me up more? Fuck it, I'd rather just let you since I'm meaning less anyway you dic-"

George was cut off from his rant by a pair of lips connecting to his own. George's eyes widened while looking down at Clays face. George started to resist trying to get off from the grip Clay had against his waist but it was no use. George then started to relax and close his eyes starting to kiss back. There lips moved in sync as the started to make out. Clay then broke apart from George as they both gasped for air. George was so freaked out, he hated Clay, why did he kiss him, why did he bully him, wtf is happening?

"You are not worthless George" Clay spoke maintaining eye contact with George.

" WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT" George yelled scooting away from Clay.

"Oh come on you know you liked it" Clay said chuckling a bit.

"NO I DIDN'T YOU CAN'T JUST BEAT ME UNTIL I PASS OUT, BRING ME BACK TO YOUR HOUSE, AND THEN START TO MAKEOUT WITH ME!' George couldn't lie though, Clay lips felt so good on his and Clay looked so pretty just looking at him like that.

"I-I'm sorry George I wasn't thinking and I-"

"No, I can't do this anymore I'm leaving, goodbye Clay." George said as he stood up and started limping towards the front door. 

"Wait George your sketch book" but it was too late, George had already stormed out of his house and was walking in the direction of his own.

Shit, Why do I always have to mess everything up, Clay thought as he continued to think about George and how he could make it up to him. But Clay still wanted to hate George but he couldn't

Because how could you hate someone that wonderful?