Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

Spaghetti vol. 2

Over the course of a week Clay, Nick, and Deena don't talk to George, and it sends him into a tough state of depression. He doesn't leave his room. Barely eats, only getting snacks in the middle of the night. Water?  he just gets from the bathroom sink. Deena stays in Clay's room. Clay took the couch just so she wouldn't have to be down there. Deena misses him, so does Nick. They want to forgive him and they both know it was just the heat of the moment. They don't want to forgive him without him apologizing. But Clay is far past furious. He hurt Deena, the one things he said he wouldn't do. They weren't even together which puts Clay into a state of though "what would he have done if they were together?"

Nicks POV:

"What do you mean by that?" I took a bite of the sand which I had made as we sat in the living room. He shook his head and through his hands into the air. "You think he meant to-"

"Nick he fucked up, whether they were together or not, he still did it. All I'm saying is would he have done more-"

"And all I'm saying is he never meant to hurt her in the first place." I stood up quickly. I am tired of him constantly talking about him like he meant to do any of this. "It was in the heat of the moment, Clay. Yeah it was messed up but it's not like he really thinks that. He had to say something for fucks sake"

"Then go talk to him! Forgive him when he hasn't even apologized!" He was standing up now as well.

"I'm going to wait until he apologizes. But at least I'll genuinely forgive him, let alone try and help" I started walking off before I was yanked back and I felt a pain across my face.

Did he just punch me?

I put my hand up to my face and looked at the small dot of blood on my hand and let out a small laugh. I looked back up to him and he looked absolutely pissed off. I pulled my hand back to punch him but in the corner of my eye I realized someone was standing there. I let my hand fall and turned to see Deena standing there with her arms crossed, looking at Clay with the 'Mum who found out you sneaked out last night' look.

"Have fun buddy" I patted his shoulder and he then realized she was there as well. I walked outside to the balcony and immediately heard Clay start rambling an explanation. And no, I'm not mad at him, he can't punch anyways. It felt like a love tap. I sat outside and looked out at the beach. It was pretty empty today and the water was super choppy. The wind was strong and it just wasn't a good day to relax on the beach. I heard a door shut and soon Deena walked out with me.

"Are you okay?" She asked and I just laughed. She gave me a confused look and I shook my head.

"He can't punch. He just hit my lip and it hit my tooth. Tiny bit of blood." I shrugged and she sat next to me, looking at the beach as well. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay" she smiled softly and I nodded. We quietly sat there and watched birds fly by. The smell of the salty ocean was calming and we were having a nice moment. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw someone down by the pool. I heard rustling then I saw someone begin to walk towards the beach. It was George. I sighed and looked over to Deena who was looking up at the sky. I looked back and he made his way out with his hands in his pockets.

"What is he doing?" Deena finally noticed him and I shrugged my shoulders. He sat down in the sand and just stared at the water as his hair, which has grown a lot since we got here, blew around in the wind.

"I don't know" I furrowed my eyebrows and  leaned forward in my seat before I saw another person down stairs. It was Clay. What the hell.

"Is that-"

"Yeah.." I began to get up to tell him to stop but Deena put her hand on my shoulder to stop me.

"Just let him talk to him" she never looked away from watching Clay approach him. I slowly sat back down, worried for what he's doing. He made his way up to George, and George's head snapped to his direction, making me assume he said something. They talked for a minute and Clay sat next to him. They both kept speaking as the looked at the ocean and back to each other every now and then. Nodding and shaking their heads every now and then.

"It doesn't seem like it's going terrible" Deena smiled and made me laugh a little bit.

"Nope" I shook my head and smiled as Clay patted George's shoulder and stood up, reaching his hand out for him. He pulled him up and they hugged. "Not at all"

"Jesus thank god they made up" Deena sighed and I nodded as they both started walking up. As they walked up we both went inside and acted like we weren't watching. We heard someone coming upstairs but only Clay walked up. "Hey"

"Hey" he smiled and we still kept quiet. "And I saw you guys don't act slick"

"Damn it we've been compromised" I laughed out and he smiled.

"Sorry about punching you" he made a face and I laughed again.

"That love tap? Nah it's fine it barely hurt" he rolled his eyes.

"Maybe it knocked your brain back into place, so it'll work right"

"Woahhhh" Deena laughed and we all laughed together for a minute before quieting down. "Where is he?"

"His room" Clay stood up and went to the fridge. I followed and Deena just leaned on the back of the couch as we all talked.

"How is he?" I asked and he looked at me for a moment before breathing out and looked down, closing the fridge and tapping it.

"Uh" he looked back up at us and shook his head. "Not good. His rooms a mess and his phone is shattered. He eats at night when we go to bed and gets water from the sink. He doesn't sleep well, and when he does it all throughout the day. He's rough. Hard to see. But he has been keeping up with showering which is relieving" he tried to crack a joke at the end but it failed since we were now more worried than before.

"Shit" Deena mumbled. We looked over to her and she started to stand up, making her way to the kitchen and grabbing a bunch of pans.

"What are you doing?" I asked and leaned against the counter. She grabbed a few more things before taking a deep breath and leaning against the other counter and looking at me.

"Making my spaghetti. He really liked it so I'm going to make him some" she smiled and went back to getting the ingredients.

"Do you want help?" Me and Clay said at the same time. She nodded and pointed to the fridge and then the table.

"Make some pink lemonade. He loves pink lemonade" she laughed and continued " and make the table."

"Aye aye captain!" I nodded, making her laugh again. Hopefully this does cheer him up. And we can all talk. I miss him and knowing he's having a hard time is killing me. And knowing I never tried to help solve the situation doesn't help either.