Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

Visitation

George's POV:

I made my way downstairs and heard Nick and Clay talking in the pool table room, quiet but not really discreet since I clearly heard my name. I peaked around the corner before taking a step in. Clay's back was facing me, but Nick noticed me right away, and Clay noticed his glance and turned around.

"George, get out" Clay shook his head and I stood there for a minute, opening my mouth to speak. "Do you want to piss me off more than you already have? Get the fuck out!" He said loudly and I stumbled back before looking at Nick again. He had the same look on his face. Pure anger.

"Alright" I pursed my lips and shoved my hands in my pockets before spinning around. I made my way to my room and shut and locked the door behind me before locking my door to the bathroom as well. I put on some comfortable shorts and a hoodie before laying down in my bed, trying not to cry. Growing up you're always told not to show your emotions in order to be a man, but I've never been good at that. I cry, just like anyone else. I heard footsteps come downstairs and listened to see who it was, only hearing Clay and Nick again.

"Wait what are we getting?" Nick questioned. They were muffled but I could still make out what they were saying since it was so quiet in here.

"She wants to stay in my room for a few nights. I think it's best to do that too." Clay's voice was low and he still sounded like he could kill me right now. They were quiet once again and I heard shuddering before heavy footsteps go up the stairs. I'm not leaving my room for awhile. I sat in my bed, my leg bouncing quickly up and down, stressing about a lot. Should I just go home? No no no maybe not. But everyone is mad at me.

I probably paced, sat down, paced, and continued to let myself drown in my thoughts for two hours. I can't stop thinking about what the fuck I am supposed to do. Then I heard a knock on my door. I froze in my spot, only hearing a small amount of shuffling outside of the door. I opened it a small bit and saw Nick tapping his foot. I opened it all the way and he looked up to speak but froze.

"What?" My voice cracked and he stayed staring at me for a minute before immediately refusing to look at me. He shook his head and blinked a few times before finally speaking up.

"You uh-" he cleared his throat, still avoiding eye contact. "You left this up stairs" I looked down and saw a charger in his hands.

"Oh" I pursed my lips and took it "thank-" he quickly spun around and ran up the stairs before I could say anything else. I stood there and felt my eyes begin to burn quickly. "Fuck fuck fuck no no don't cry" I shut the door and rubbed my eyes after throwing the charger onto my bed. I sat down on the ground and leaned my back against the bed and looked up at the ceiling. It was really quiet before my phone buzzed.

Karl🍄
Are you okay?
Nick texted me
He said something happned
Happened*
Come on George answer
He said you didn't look okay... at all

I sat there watching the messages pop up as the minutes passed before deciding to look at myself in the mirror. He was right. I looked like shit. My eyes were puffy and blood red, and my cheeks were flushed and swollen from crying. My hair was a mess and my clothes looked dirty. That makes sense because I swear when I get upset or anxious. I picked up my phone and saw more texts.

Karl 🍄
He said they're all mad at you, he won't tel me why, but he does still worry about you.
He didn't say that but you know that
You can't forget that
And you can't forget that you can talk to me if you need to get anything off of your chest.
If not that's okay I'm just worried.
I can literally see you're reading all of these please just let me know if you're alive.

Gogmister 🇬🇧
I'm alive. I just need time.

I quickly shut my phone completely off and clenched it tightly in my hand before pitching it across the room without even thinking, watching cracks cover the screen.

"Shit" I mumbled and dove onto the bed, balling up under the covers and clenching onto the pillow. I couldn't fall asleep. For at least two hours. It was now 1 am. And I keep thinking of how much I probably hurt all of them. Especially Deena. I literally brought up her passed best friend in an argument about her issues. How fucking stupid can I be? Now all I can think about is how much Miranda hates me watching over her. I threw the blanket off of me and quickly paced to the door. Just walking outside and letting my legs walk to me wherever. It wasn't cold. It felt warm with a slight breeze. The sounds were calming, the lack of cars scattered on the streets made it so you heard any wind chimes near you, and the sound of the soft and calm waves of the night were louder. I ended up walking for about thirty minutes before I found myself in front of a gate.

"Maywood Cemetery"

Clay's POV:

I was sitting on the couch with Nick watching impractical jokers when we heard the front door slam. Both of our heads snapped towards each other before bolting up and sprinting down the stairs. Was he leaving? Of course I'm pissed off at him but I don't want him to leave. We got to the door and I opened it to see George speed walking down the sidewalk with his hands shoved in his pockets. He was looking all around him as if he was mesmerized.

"What is he doing?" I whispered and Nick shrugged his shoulders. We stood there and realized how far he was walking.

"Should we follow him?" Nick asked and I cocked my head towards him. "Not in a creepy way. Just to make sure he doesn't do anything.. dumb?" I nodded and quietly shut the door behind us and locking it up before we began to walk down the sidewalk. It had been at least 45 minutes when he stopped about 60 feet in front of us. I'm still surprised he hasn't heard or seen us. Me and Nick both looked at where he was before looking at each other, knowing exactly what he was doing. I felt a wave of sadness overcome me and by the look on Nick's face, he did too. We stood back for a minute as we walked George walk up to one grave, before sitting cross cross apple sauce right in front of it.

"Miranda Leigh Glover"