Special kind of love ~ Dreamnotfound / Gream ~

Chapter 4 - New side?

Trigger warnings: A little fluff lol and slight abuse AND homophobia -sorry!!!

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George POV:

This is unbelievable! George thought as he walked home away from Clays house. Clay the jock, Mr. popular who always bullied me, who had just may I remind you beat me up until I passed out, brought me back to his house and kissed me? WTF. He had to be crazy or something thinking he could just do that. I hated him so much, all he did was make my life more complicated and cause more pain and confusion. So then why did he like it? Clay was extremely good looking. He was also way taller than George and well built. He had wavy blonde locks that fell over his eyes, light freckles scattered along the bridge of his nose, and his eyes, which were a deep emerald green which anyone could get lost in a matter of seconds. All the girls he hooked up with must've been very lucky. NO George stop thinking like that about him. Sure he might've liked the way Clays lips felt against his own and how his grip on Georges waist gave him butterflies, but he was just an overall dick through and through. George decided he needed to just sleep to get it off his mind.

By the time George got home it was almost midnight which was late for George because he had a very strict sleep schedule that he followed. He need at least 8-9 hours of sleep to function, and judging on the time George got back from Clays house, that wasn't gonna happen. George opened the front door to his house and walked inside seeing his mom on the sofa looking worried sick.

"GEORGE! OH MY GOODNESS HONEY ARE YOU ALRIGHT? I WAS SO WORRIED!"  Georges mom said as she stood up hugging George. She looked down at the boy and looked at the scratches and the way he was limping.

"George tell me what happened? I was calling and texting you all day why didn't you answer? And are you hurt? You look hurt!"

George could tears start to form at the corners of his eyes. "I- I'm okay mom, I just..." George started to cry. "I just can't take the bullying from Clay and all the stuff he did to me! First he beat me up until I passed out, Then he took me back to his house in the middle of school and took care of my wounds that he made! And to top it all off he kissed me out of nowhere!" Shit. George accidently let that last part slip, he shouldn't have said that.

"He, did, WHAT?" Georges mom yelled. "DID YOU KISS HIM BACK GEORGE?" George didn't know how to respond, he was scared, his mom never spoke this way to him before. 

"y-yes, I didn't K-know what to d-do mom I'm sorry" George choked out

"YOU ARE A DISSAPOINTMENT, I WILL NOT HAVE SOME- F*G IN MY HOUSE"

*SLAP*

George was in shock. Did his mom just slap him? George reached up to feel the stinging red mark that his mom had left on his face. This defiantly didn't help the emotions he was already feeling. More tears started to fall from his eyes.

"Georgie.. Sweetie I am so sorry I didn't mean to I overreacted" His mom said taking into realization on what she just said and did to her own son. George's mom started to apologize but  couldn't finish before George ran out of the house running in the direction of Clays house.

"GEORGE WAIT COME BACK!" his mom yelled but to no avail. 

George was running, He had no idea where or what was going to happen. This day was the absolute worst day he has ever experienced. Everyone thinks I'm useless, I only cause problems, and I only make everyone mad. I hate myself. My own parents don't' even love me. George thought as more tears ran from his eyes. George then ran into something and fell backwards onto the ground. He look up,

Clay?

 Clay POV:

Clay looked out the front door at George walking away then looked down at the sketch book he left. He then thought about how he had just kissed George. He felt bad and wanted to apologize. But when he looked back up George was gone. He stood there for a few seconds before running inside, grabbing a coat, and running out the front door to look for George. He had no idea where the older boy lived. So he just followed the general direction of where the boy had run off to. He had been searching for 2 hours and was starting to get tired and give up hope. he is probably at home by now in his bed he thought. Dream turned around to start walking home before another person collided right into Dreams chest and fell backwards to the ground. 

"Hey watch where your going bud-, George?" Clay said looking down at the brunette on the ground. Clay noticed he was crying, hard. His hair was messy and there was a large red mark on his face which clay noticed wasn't there before when he had bandaged George up.

"Hey George let me help you." Clay said as he grabbed the shorter mans waist and lifted him to his feet.

No ones POV:

"Hey what's wrong?" Clay said wiping the tears away from his face being carful not to touch the scratches on his cheek. George then looked up to see who it was. It was Clay. But George was to tired to care at this point.

"M-my mom slapped me because I accidently told her you kissed me and I am tired and I don't know why you hate me so much and why you kissed me and why I am still alive because I don't mean anyone to anybody anyways. Even my own parents hate me. I-I'm a disappointment" George spat out while more tears fell from his eyes. Clay felt bad for the shorter male, He didn't know that his parents would do something like that to him. he always thought George had a perfect family, life, body, face. He was jealous. But apparently Clay was wrong. 

"shhh hey hey I'm here take deep breathes with me Clay said as George started to watch Clays chest rise and fall copying his movements. George started to calm down.

"See? There you go." Clay reassured George. George then collapsed into Clays arms as he started to fall asleep. 

"C-can I stay with you until mornin-g?" George managed to say through his sniffles and face in Clays chest. He didn't want to go back to his own house.

"Sure of course George, but come on you have to at least walk back to my house first." Clay said while taking George out of his arms and balancing him on his own feet. George grabbed onto Clays hand to keep his balance as they started to make there way back to Clays house. 

They were about to reach the door when George's grip on Dreams hand loosened and fell to the ground on the grass. Clay laughed a little before scooping George up and carrying him into his house. He decided he would let George have his bed while he took his dads because he didn't want to freak him out anymore. Clay walked into his room and carefully laid George down on his bed while tucking him in. Right as Clay turned to walk away he felt a tiny cold hand grasp around his. 

"C-can you stay please.." George managed to get out. Clay smiled and walked around to the other side of the bed getting in and under the covers. Clay then scooted closer to George snaking an arm around his waist and pulling George closer to him. There were major butterfly's exploring in Clays stomach as he did this. George then turned around so he was facing Clay. There faces were so close they could feel each others breath against there faces.

"George, you are not worthless, you mean more to me then you could ever imagine, I am so sorry for how your mother treated you, I never should've kissed you. I never should've bullied you for all these years, I'm sorry that I made you feel worthless and feel this way about yourself, and I'm sorry that I suddenly changed up on you and you probably are really confused and I am so sorr-" Clay rambled out before he was interrupted By George kissing him. Clay was surprised and happy. he felt like a rocket just exploded inside his stomach. Clay cupped Georges face as they continued to kiss. Georges hands found there way to Clays hair as he depend the kiss.

They broke apart looking at each other. 

"Thank you, that's all I ever wanted to hear." George said as he fell asleep. Clay smiled and never wanted this moment to end. But he knew that he would have to keep his act up at school of hating George so that his other friends wouldn't make fun of him. He didn't want people thinkin g that he was gay, even though Clay had now come to terms with how he felt towards George.  It hurt Clay but it would probably hurt George more. But Clay never wanted to let George get hurt. He wanted to keep him in his arms protecting him until the died. 

He loved him.