Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

six

warning(s): dreamteam boys get in a small argument, mild panic attack

After a few seconds, I hear rapid footsteps.

"Shit.", I hear Clay curse.

"Clay.", I hear Alex's voice closer to the bathroom door.

The handle jiggles on the door.

"Finley?", Clay's voice is soft.

I don't say anything,

"Alex, call the others, make sure they're coming home.", Clay tells him.

I hear him typing before I hear footsteps retreat from the door.

"Princess, please. Open the door.", Clay begs.

"No.", I squeak out.

"Everything's going to be okay. I promise. Just open the door.", he mumbles, keeping his voice down.

"I messed up. I shouldn't have said anything.", I reply, scooting farther away from the door.

"It's not your fault! Tommy should've told us he was streaming!", Clay's voice raises a bit, but I know he's more frustrated with the poor kid than with me.

I stay quiet, pulling myself up onto the bathroom counter.

I look through my phone, seeing that my moment from Tommy's stream is already trending.

There are a couple positive comments, but I can only seem to focus on the negative ones.

"Finn, please.", he sounds sad which hurts my heart, but I still don't want to let him in.

I hear the front door slam, and I peek out the window to see a car pulling into the driveway with three boys running out of it.

"Out.", Clay firmly says to them as I hear them running up to the bedroom.

"But-", Sapnap starts to say something.

"No. All of us isn't going to do anything.", Clay mumbles.

I hear them arguing through the door, which definitely is not helping my anxiety.

I text George.

Can we talk?

A couple seconds later, there's a knock on the door.

"It's George. Can I come in?", his soft voice barely cuts through the door.

I unlock the door, but I stay out of view of the opening.

My eyes are red and puffy from crying, and I know that I probably look like a mess.

"Georgie.", I mumble, making him smile.

"Hey, sweetheart.", he wraps his arms around me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him.

He steps back from the counter, taking my hand and helping me hop down.

"It's not your fault. You know that, right?", he uses his hand to pull my chin up, forcing me to make eye contact with him.

"I don't want them to be mad at Tommy...", I whisper, thinking of the poor kid.

"They're only mad that he didn't tell them he was streaming. He already deleted his VOD, we're taking care of it, okay?", George assures me, his eyes still look worried.

"At least now they know what I sound like. That's one less thing to worry about.", I lightly giggle.

George lets out a small chuckle, and I can see a look of relief on his face.