Sincerely, Mine (Dreamnotfound)

George's Truth

"But what if I was falling for you?"

Clay couldn't sleep. The thought of someone falling in love with him? And that person being his best friend?

No, he was just drunk.

But what if he was telling the truth? Clay was so confused, but he knew he had to go to sleep. He was exhausted anyways, although what George said did wake him up a bit.

George woke up with the worst headache he's had in his life, and he was in Clay's bed again. He forgot about everything that happened. But then he started to remember.

He remembered what happened with Kate before the beers, he remembered Clay dancing with him, he remembered Clay chasing him around the whole house like a maniac, he remembered going in an office room with Clay, and just talked with him. He remembered Clay walking with him to his car.

He shot up. That's when he remembered something, but he couldn't figure out exactly what happened.

George knew he said something to Clay before he went to sleep that left him shocked, but he couldn't remember what the hell he said. Hopefully it wasn't anything too awful, or else George would probably have a panic attack.

He noticed that Clay wasn't sleeping next to him, nor was he in the room. Maybe he woke up early.

George let out a small yawn and got out of the comfortable bed, not really wanting to but he had to look for Clay. His head was still killing him; he needed to find out how drunk he was last night and if he said anything that was too stupid.

But Clay was absolutely nowhere. The only other person in the house was Clay's sister, Drista, who was sitting at the kitchen island drinking coffee.

"Good morning, Drista. Have you seen Clay?"

"Yeah, I saw him this morning. He said he was going out for awhile, and he just took off." She just shrugged like it was a usual occurrence. George knew there must be something wrong.

He texted Clay, asking where he was, but no answer. He started to become worried so he tried calling him. No answer. George let out a sigh and sat on the couch, attempting to call him again.

"Hello?" George was relieved to hear Clay's voice coming from the phone.

"Clay, where are you?"

"Uh, I'm headed home now."

"Oh, okay. Is everything alright?"

"Yes. I'll see you soon, George."

They hung up, and George was still concerned. He could sense there was still something wrong. Did George say or do something last night that made Clay mad? He really hoped not, but he couldn't remember anything he could've said or done.

Clay remembered it fully. "But what if I was falling for you?"

That short but shocking sentence kept playing in Clay's mind. He didn't know how to stop it, and he was about to see George. He can't do this.

Clay lied to George, he wasn't headed home. Well he was going to, but now he just can't. He laid back down on the attic floor, in the same house that Clay and George kissed in. It was such a nice kiss, Clay should've known this would happen. It was all a mistake; he must've lead George on to think they could be something. Clay can't be something with George.

His mind was racing for another two hours, ignoring any phone calls or texts that would pop up on his phone screen. Eventually he turned off his phone completely and kept staring at the ceiling in the attic.