The way we both fell for each other///DNF

Sorry

Cold, rain, dark, book, what else do you need to be comfortable? It was currently 12pm and George was doing his job at the library. He had cleaned the book shelves and now he had no idea what to  do. He wasn't in the mood to read, his mothers funeral had been planned already, all he could think of was how to provide at least some life for Victoria. He slowly went trough the office computer and searched some stuff until the door bell ringed and the tall blonde male came in. He had a chocolate bar in his hand and  after he took off his coat he went straight way to George.  

George saw that, he slowly sunk in his chair trying to avoid any contact. Last thing he needed was to be fired. His blood was boiling inside of him, he didn't want to have noise complains from him self. 

The tall blond man came to him and leaned over the counter. George slowly looked up at him and started to speak first.

"Look, I know I don't look as the same person here and at that party but if you want to come and throw more insults I can always call someone." George sat up in more comfortable position and saw that the blond male wasn't the most happiest either. 

"Look, I didn't come with insults either. I want to say sorry, after you left one of your friends said that you don't even have a girlfriend and I started to wonder things and got to the point were I realized how much of a wrong I had said, I came to tell you sorry. I really liked our bond from when we met and I don't want to ruin it. I want to make it stronger and if you want we could become friends." Clay handed George the chocolate bar he was holding and smiled. George gave him back a small smile and looked down at the white and milk chocolate combo. How did he know his favorite chocolate? 

"I guess you want a explanation from me too?" George slowly put the chocolate in his backpack that was beside his chair.

"Only if you are comfortable with telling me that. I wouldn't pressure you." George smiled went to the closest bookcase.

"Family wasn't the greatest for me. When I was born, well, tests said that I was fine, not taking the fact that my father was alcoholic and my mother was sick already at that time with some horrible shit. I wasn't actually a planned pregnancy. You see one night they both were drunk and something went wrong, their usual hookups turned into a heated sex, not safe for two young and hungry grown ups. After a while I was born." George had small tears falling down his face. Clay stood there watching with pain the smaller boy telling his story. 

"After my birth my father still went around and cheated on my mother, I still didn't get it why they never broke up. They weren't even married. So I knew that both of my parents were cheating on each other, still they lived together and each day my mother got sicker and sicker, until 12 years ago she had my little sister. Victoria, the girl what was waiting for me at home after the party. I'm also sorry that I punched you. That just heated me up, you know? That I don't care about her? She is my everything, I wouldn't trade anything for her." George let out a quiet sob.

Clay slowly hugged the other boy and circled his hands on the younger boys back.

"A-After I went home from the party, I saw my father, my own father had killed my mother, Tori, she was scared, oh how her eyes were full of pure fear. After that were now living with Karl, the boy that recorded that video of me, were living for a while and afterwards I should try to buy at least some place to live, because he has family, his parents, brother and sister, we probably will not be welcome after few weeks." George had leaned in Clays touch. He was resting his head on the others shoulder and tears were streaming from his face. 

"That's the reason I smoke, go to parties, sleep with endless women, the thing is that it helps me get away, and this job is probably the best thing that had ever happened to me."

They sat in silence for few minutes until Clay broke it.

"George, I feel you. When I was younger, my family was murdered at one night. All that was left alive was me and my little sister. that happened when she was 5 and I was 13. We lived on streets, but we both were too young and my sister didn't make it. She was sick with this awful virus that had been going around at the time. That was wat killed her. I still love her very much. Problem is I'm all alone. My grandparents, I didn't even know about them. I was left on streets for about two more years, somehow I managed to survive and live, then this old woman rescued me, she was so nice, smelled like lavender, she was old, so I knew that it wasn't long that I would spend with her. She took care of me like I was her own son. She was supportive but about a year ago she died at the age of 97. She did live long, then I managed to move here about a month ago. I didn't do anything until now. I was and still am kind of depressed. I don't have a meaning in my life. All I know, that you are making me happy. An I can thank you about that. 

"thank you Clay, that means a lot to me." George said and they both enjoyed each others existence for a few minutes.