BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 31: tired.

George POV.

Once Clay pulled up in the garage I grabbed the bag and headed upstairs to my room with the blond trailing behind me. I took the stuff from the bag out and examined each item again. The 2 shirts, the longs pants, the shorts and the jacket, laying each item on my bed after examining them.
But there was one other piece of clothing at the bottom, I pulled it out and looked it up and down, the familiar primarily white skirt with blue and yellow stripes.

I shot a glare at Clay who just smirked back at me, "when did you buy this?" I asked with a snarl.
"While you were getting changed, I got Darryl to put it in the bottom of the bag."
"I'm going to burn this in the fireplace." I told him as I bundled the fabric in my hand and started walking out of the room. He grabbed my hand and stopped me from leaving, by yanking me back onto the bed.

"Come on Georgie I spent my own money on this and you are really saying no?" Clay pouted childishly.
He pulled the skirt out of my grasp, "I'm gonna take this for safekeeping since you aren't looking after it."
"I'm never wearing that! It looks like someone poured mustard and a blueberry slushy on a used napkin from Chuck E Cheese."
The blond just laughed, "very descriptive Georgie, but I am still keeping this. You'll be wearing it someday, and your father and I will take lots of pictures."
"You're an dickhead you know."

"Mum, I know." The blond walked out of the room with a laugh, still holding the skirt playfully as he went.
I sighed out in annoyance, he was such a pain in my ass.

I stayed in the bed where Clay left me, I couldn't really be bothered getting up and putting my clothes away. I'll do that later when I can be bothered.

Eventually, I fell asleep, although I was unsure when exactly.

Clay POV.

I liked teasing George, it was funny to see him get so wound up over almost nothing. This skirt was an amazing idea at the time, and it still is. I remembered his face flushing red with embarrassment when he saw the skirt, and how cute he looked when he was wearing it, almost as if it was designed specifically for him.

Once I laid the skirt lazily over the back of my couch I sat down on my bed cross-legged and just stared at them, thinking about absolutely nothing important. George was a great person to spend time with, he had such an amazing personality.

I sat on the bed thinking for half an hour, George's mother had told me and him this morning that they were going out for dinner tonight as a couple, and I couldn't be bothered with what we were meant to be having for dinner tonight, meatloaf.
So maybe I could do what his parents are doing with Georgie. Not as a couple of course, but we could still go out to dinner together.

My eyes drifted lazily over to the clock, 4:57pm, it wasn't too early to call it dinner time, and I was hungry. We'd gotten home at 4:00, how long had I been laying on the bed?
I shrugged it off and stood up, changing my clothes into something more casual before heading over to the brunettes room.

After I knocked on his door a few times I waited for him to answer, which he didn't. Then I knocked and waited a few more minutes, but he still hadn't answered. So I opened the door slightly before peering into the room, where I saw the Brit on his bed in the same position he was in when I last saw him, over half an hour ago.

I shuffled into the room trying not to wake him, had he really fallen asleep in less than 30 minutes? I mean, he seemed wide awake when we got home, even if he was pissed at me for buying him a skirt.

When I'd moved over to beside his bed I leaned down and nudged him slightly, he groaned in annoyance and rolled over slightly but didn't stir. So I moved closer to him, "wake up George" I cooed teasingly in his ear.
"Come on, I want to get some food." I groaned when George still didn't respond.
"Piss off, I'm tired." He groaned while half asleep.

I sighed and straightened myself back up before turning to leave, "fine, I'm going to buy myself a pizza then, text me what flavour you want, if you wake up."
I began walking towards the door, but then froze when I thought I heard a tired Georgie mumble something, sounding like "stop!"
My ears almost perked up at the sound in anticipation, but I ignored it, it was probably my imagination.

"Clay stop!" He groaned again, this time I definitely heard it and turned to face him, "yes Georgie?"
"Please stay." The brunette mumbled as he rolled over so his tired eyes met mine. Was he constantly tired?
He watched as I let out another sigh, "fine." I started over towards his couch, but he told me to stop again and my eyes moved back to meet his once again.

"Come here." He grumbled sternly, which surprised me a bit.
I stayed on my spot, shifting slightly and unsure of whether I should or not, he repeated his statement, but added a 'please' on the end which caused me too head over to him.

George POV.

The only reason I said that was because I was tired and cold. He looked surprised as the words left my mouth and so I repeated my sentence more politely, "can you come here... please."
Clay came over, even if it was grudgingly and he looked down in me with a questioning expression.

Without realising what I was doing I pulled him down onto me and felt him tense up.
Although I didn't tell anyone this the reason I was tired was because I almost always had nightmares, not usually too bad but it made it difficult for me to sleep. And so most of the time I was awake I was tired and tried to find an excuse to sleep and try and get less tired. I probably should tell my parents but if word got out that I went to something like hypnosis therapy to help me sleep better it would not help with my bully problem.

That's what I blamed pulling Clay down on, tiredness. He looked over at me once he landed on the mattress too my left and tried to pull himself up, "no please don't go." I mumbled to him as I  scooched closer so my head was laying on his shoulder. For some reason he seemed to relax, and I felt myself falling asleep against him.

Both of us felt happier than we had in a while but neither of us would admit it.
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