BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 82: yes or no.

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Clay POV.

After 15 minutes of driving we arrived home and I had parked the car in the garage. The brunette beside me picked up Patches carrier instantly and ran inside to show his mother, acting kind of like how a small child would.

I chuckled at his action as I grabbed some of the stuff we brought for the cat out of the back before following the Brit inside. George was talking to Mrs Davidson in the dining room while she had Patches sitting comfortably on her lap. Patches herself had seemed to already found her favourite person, purring loudly as Mrs Davidson stroked the cat gently.

"Good to see you Clay." The woman smiled as I lowered a giant bag of cat food on the floor beside the table.
"I'm assuming this was your idea," she continued, looking from me to the cat on her lap.
"I-uhh..." My cheeks flushed red, I probably should have told her that I was taking George to get a cat at the mall.
"It was a great idea!" She cut me off, smiling brightly, "you're such a thoughtful young man Clay, and Richard and I will be glad to one day call you our son-in-law."

"Mum (or Mom if you're American)!" George's face was bright red as he yelled and mine grew red too. The woman just laughed as she continued to stroke Patches at a slow pace.
"What, I'm just saying." She replied with a smug grin.
"I hate you" George mumbled, followed by something inaudible. Then he spoke up again, "I'm leaving, you can keep the cat and I keep the Pillow."

He grabbed me by the sleeve and left the room, I rolled my eyes and waved goodbye to his mother before we reached the stairs.
When we reached the top of the stairs George slapped me to stop me from laughing, "that's a bit rude Georgie" I said as I calmed down and stopped laughing.

"She told us that you'd be a good son-in-law, meaning she thinks we're gonna get married" the brunettes face was still sprinkled with blush.
I rolled my eyes before smirking at the Brit, "and is there a problem with that Georgie? Hmmm?" I asked.
"Uhh- well... It's-its not a-uh, kinda" he took a while searching for a response before just giving up with a sigh.
"Thats what I thought" I went into my room and sat down on the bed.

George POV.

"And is there a problem with that Georgie? Hmmm?" The blond asked.

Yes.

"Uhh- well..."

I mean no.

"...It's-its not."

Yes.

"...A-uh..."

No.

"...Kinda."

This is the point where I gave up, just sighing in defeat, a constant internal argument of yes and no.
"That's what I thought." I noticed Clay was giving me a small smirk before he walked into the room, but I didn't follow, my brain was still having the argument.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Fuck this is annoying.

Eventually I just gave up feeling disappointed in myself for not making a decision and headed into Clay's room. The blond was sitting on the bed and had turned on TV, he turned his head slightly to look at me as I came and sat down beside him.
I couldn't help but notice how Clay chuckled quietly when I rested my head on his shoulder. "Is this a yes then?" He asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders and then felt Clay turn his head slightly to kiss me, "that wasn't an option" he whispered into my ear with a tone that sounded like it may have malicious intent, "yes or no Georgie?"
"Fine then... No."

From the corner of my eyes I could see the blond smirk, before turning and pushing me down before pinning me there with his arms.
"Why no Georgie? Do you not want to put up with me on a daily basis?" The blond said in a tone that was sly, cocky and childish at the same time.
"Fuck off Clay." I spoke through gritted teeth, although feeling my face heat up.

Clay rolled his eyes and leaned closer to me and kissed me on my lips, "is that a yes?" He asked.
"Yea-I mean- uh n-no it's not." Damn I hate it when he makes me loose the ability to speak properly. Fuck.
"Mhm, sure it is Georgie" the blond said with a laugh as he climbed off of me.

"I hate you." I spat those 3 words at him with a glare.

"Mmm, no you don't."

"You're the worst."

"Stop lying to yourself, Georgie."

"It's a wonder you haven't been fired yet Pillow."

"Oh come on now, you could never fire me."

"Watch me blondie."

"You love cuddling with me too much, you couldn't go a day without me."

"Fuck you. I could still find something to cuddle with, I have a cat now don't I?"

I glared at him and he smirked back at me, eventually he sighed and stood up, "I'm going to go get your cat then and you can cuddle with her in here." Clay pouted as he left, and I chuckled as he did so.

Soon enough the blond returned carrying Patches in his arms and let go of her beside me. For a moment or so she seemed annoyed that she'd been moved, but settled down and went back to sleep.

Clay POV.

By the time Patches had curled back up on the bed I was out of the room, and I went to the George's room, seeing as he was laying in my room with the cat.

I laid myself down on his bed and pulled out my phone before beginning to scroll through it. Less than 5 minutes had passed when George started calling for me through the wall.

You could hear the sound of "Cllaaaayyyyy- Cllaaaayyyyy- can you come here please!"
I pocketed my phone, "no" I replied, "if you want me for something then you come here."
After a few silent moments he responded,"but I can't."
Grudgingly, I climbed out of the bed, "fine, I'm coming. But if this is a waste of my time then you won't get cuddles from me" I made sure I spoke loud enough for him to hear.

When I looked into the bedroom and saw George on the bed I couldn't help but try to suppress a chuckle. The Brit was trapped on the bed with a sleeping kitten on his chest.
"Clay help me please" he pleaded, and I rolled my eyes but moved over and complied. Patches meowed loudly in frustration of having been woken up, but seemed to find herself happy again when I put her down on the couch.

The brunette smiled when I came over to him, about to walk past him and leave the room. "I guess you're the only thing I can cuddle Pillow" George said as he watched me.

I chuckled as I sat down beside him, "guess so Georgie."
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Also, here is a poem I have written.

Minecraft roses are red.
My life is hell.
I'm gonna go kill off Pillow
To make your life shit as well