all for a dare

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-carter pov-

i went back into my room to call clay. before pressing the call button i took in a couple of deep breathes.

i pressed call and waited for clay to answer. it didn't take him too long to answer. i spoke up first before clay could.

"clay, i heard all of that." i said hesitantly.

"are you talking about mine and georges call?"

i could tell from clays voice that he had been crying. or at least recently started crying.

"i am, yeah. how come you never told me you were dating?!"

"it's- it's a long story. i regret everything though."

"so you only dated him because of the dare?!" i asked calmly trying to avoid another argument.

"i fucked up, okay? no need to remind me."

"but why didn't you just tell him? why did you do it in the first place?"

"carter, i don't know! why didn't you tell him," he asked. "you were at the party too, and you were right next to me when i got the dare. so yeah, why didn't you tell him?"

"clay, i was drunk! i was confused on why you two kept hanging out, but it only hit me when you mentioned julia."

clay didn't respond. i heard heavy breathing come from the other end of the phone. before either of us could say another word i heard a knock come from my door.

"clay, i got to go. i'll call you later."

i hung up the phone so that i could talk to george. "come in" i somewhat shouted.

he walked in my room and looked at me. without saying a word and headed over to my desk. he sat down in my chair and immediately put his head down.

"i don't know what to do. i want to forgive him. i want all of this to be done with. i do, i really do. but it's not that easy to forgive him," he cried out. "did you hear what he said?!"

"what did he say?"

"he said he only caught real feelings a little after we started dating," he lifted his head up to wipe the tears away. "that was three fucking days ago!"

"i don't know why he'd do that. i mean, he seems sorry? if i were you i wouldn't know how to feel either. i wouldn't know if i should forgive him or not."

"i just wish i could forget about it," he said as he sat up from my desk. "except i cant forget about it. i loved him. i still do."

"i don't know. i don't know what he was thinking," i replied. "he seems sorry if i'm being honest. he's been beating himself up all day for it. he's said 'i fucked up' and 'i regret everything' like 100 times today."

"i know he's sorry, and i know where he's coming from. i just cant forgive him that easily."

"i get it," i agreed. "i think you should go back into your room and try and have some space. i'm sure after all of this is a lot for you to handle."

"okay, thank you"

he sat up from my desk chair and walked over to the door. i heard him go back into his room and shut the door.

i sigh as i pulled out my phone then scrolling through twitter.

-george pov-

once i got into my room i sat down on my bed. i didn't feeling like going on my phone. i put my hands on my knees, sitting with my legs off my bed. i pulled my hands up and locked my fingers. resting my chin on my hands i began to get lost in my thoughts.

after minutes of debating it i sat up from my bed and walked downstairs. my parents weren't home from work yet so i didn't have to worry about them.

i went outside and headed towards the car. thankfully carter left the keys in their so i wouldn't have to go and ask him for them.

once i got in the car i turned the music down and began driving. i was anxious about going. except i knew it would be what's best.

after another 10 minutes of driving i finally arrived at my destination. i parked on the side of the road and pulled out my phone. i noticed a new text message from carter. i clicked it and stared at the message.

carter
where did you go?

clays house

oh okay

i shut my phone off and stepped out of the car. i walked up to his front door and stopped before knocking.

after a couple seconds of standing there i hesitantly knocked on the door. about a minute later the door finally began to open.

clays head peeked out from behind the door. his eyes were slightly puffy. i walked forward and finished pushing the door open. i then pulled clay into a hug.

hugging clay felt like a huge relief to everything. it felt like all the stress that was building up had finally went away. even though i knew it was still there.

and no, i don't forgive clay. i didn't forgive him, but i also didn't hate him.

"george, i'm so so so sorry." he said still in the hug.

"clay, i know. i know, trust me," i replied. "i stopped by because i missed you. yeah, you absolutely broke me. yeah, it was all fake. but i still missed you."

"i missed you too, george"