Sincerely, Mine (Dreamnotfound)

Clay's Truth

TW: Abuse
There will be a warning before that part comes, and a warning whenever it ends so you can skip over it if you'd like!!

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George hated the feeling in the car, he felt uneasy and afraid to even speak. He was supposed to hate Clay at the moment; being that Clay practically broke George. But George still enjoyed having Clay in his presence, even if he was scared to speak.

Clay didn't look at George as much as he used to whenever he drove. Whenever George was busy observing the view of outside, Clay always peeked over and looked at George's face. But this day was different, he felt he didn't deserve to even look at George.

So Clay payed full attention to the road. He then heard George sigh possibly from boredom. They were close to their destination and he knew George knew that too.

They turned down the same old road which seemed to be unlucky. The abandoned house has caused many problems between the two boys, but Clay knew it would be different today. A small smile appears on Clay's face as they pull into the narrow almost non-existing driveway.

George followed Clay without a word coming out of his mouth. George was prepared for another fight if that was the case, even though he really didn't want to fight. He just wished it could go back to normal before everything happened. When they were both just friends, although they both hoped for more even at the very beginning of their friendship.

Instead of going to the attic which is Clay's thinking spot, they sat in the unfurnished kitchen. They wiped the white countertop off from spider-webs and dust and sat down there, having a great view of the front yard.

Clay noticed that George looked tense, and he knew exactly why. "George, I didn't come here to fight. I want to explain why I've been so weird, and I want to apologize."

George's eyebrows perked up and he took a deep breath in. Maybe this wouldn't go as bad as he thought.

They were both hesitant to speak but finally Clay spoke up. "I don't know what I am, George. All I know is I can't get you out of my mind." George looked up at Clay and butterflies appeared in his stomach.

Clay continued. "George, I think I like you. Not in the friend way. But I can't do that."

George still remained silent, so Clay needed to say more.

"I want to be with you. I really do George. But it's impossible."

"How come?" George asked.

"As much as my dad is shitty I still love him," Clay responded. "He hates this type of stuff, says I should only be with girls and he would beat the shit out of me if it were any different."

George's mouth formed into an 'o' and he looked down at the ground. Clay put his hand on George's jaw, lifting it up so their eyes could meet.

"I already fucked up before, George. I don't want to ruin this with you or my father."

"I completely understand," George said, a small smile growing on his face. Clay's hand was resting on George's jawline without Clay even realizing it.

"This hurts. I wish I could have you."

"I wish you could, too." George agreed and Clay set his thumb on George's lips. George stared up at Clay, wishing he would just kiss him now.

Clay traced George's lips with his thumb, wanting so badly to kiss him. "I can't kiss you, I don't want to hurt you."

George gave a small chuckle. "You've already hurt me, it won't make a difference. You can kiss me and we can go back to normal."