Numb ~ Dreamnotfound

Chapter 18

My thumb hovered over George's contact, stalling, even though I knew I had to call him eventually. The fear of him wanting to end what we had, or him thinking differently of me consumed my thoughts.

My phone started to buzz in my hand, indicating that George had been the one calling me, and I could not keep stalling any longer. I waited a few seconds before sliding across the smudged screen to answer.

"Hi there." George said in a cheerful tone. His voice alone was enough to make me smile, despite my heart practically beating out of my chest and my head swirling with thoughts.

"Hi Georgie." I said back, laying back on my bed to look up at the ceiling.

"I like that nickname," He said. I could hear his smile through the phone, "it's cute."

I felt myself melting into my bed, a small, weary smile on my face as a comfortable silence played out. I could imagine his slightly flushed cheeks and his big smile as if he was right next to me, and not through a phone.

"Well then it matches you perfectly." I said back, breaking the silence. A thump echoed from George's end of the call.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yea sorry." He said, his voice distanced. "I dropped my phone."

"Good one. Clumsy." I laughed. George gave a small giggle as his voice became louder. "Is your screen alright?"

"Yep it's fine. My mom would not have been happy if I broke it."

"Yea I'm sure she wouldn't. Anyways how was the rest of your afternoon?" The conversation that I was meant to be having with George kept getting delayed since I didn't want to ruin the mood. Plus, I still was unsure of how it would play out.

George talked for a while about his afternoon. From the homework he did, to the show his mom and him started watching together, and to what he ate that night for dinner, he told it all. I loved hearing him talk, no matter what he was telling me about. It was calming.

"And how was your afternoon, Clay? Get any homework done?" George questioned, definitely knowing the answer already.

"Yea, definitely. I did every single missing assignment." I joked, running my free hand through my hair.

"Wow that's amazing Clay. But in all seriousness, you really should get all those assignments done."

"I will eventually, maybe. Anyways can I talk to you about something?" I twirled my hair unconsciously, not realizing what I was doing until after I started.

"Of course. I'm here to listen."

And that is what he did. Listened. He didn't interrupt me at all, yet instead let me get out everything that I wanted to say before he spoke. I told him pretty much everything, leaving out the very graphic bits and stuff I knew would make him upset. I told him about Jack, and how alcohol was my parents way of living.

"..and I guess I'm just scared that all of this is too much for you. I understand if it is."

"Clay, listen to me. It isn't too much for me. You know I'm always here for you no matter what. You are my top priority, alright?"

"Thank you George. I just don't want to mess something up and ruin everything." I wiped a tear away from my eye before it fell down my face.

"You wont mess anything up. You gotta stop worrying so much. We are both new to this, so let's figure it out together."

"Yea, together."

"Of course. You alright?" The softness in his voice was comforting. I could listen to it for hours and love every second.