From Afar... (dnf)

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⚠️swear words, mentions of cancer and death⚠️

The basketball stopped bouncing a long time ago it just rolled around. Clay and George were still looking at each other, not talking a bit. They both analyzed each other's eyes. Clays eyes was an emerald green, but to George it was neon yellow he looked like an werewolf, with neon yellow glowing eyes. George had pretty chocolate colored eyes.

"You suck" Clay said.

"Hey!" George punched Clays shoulder.

"Less" Clay walked to grab the ball "Only with my help."

"Yeah, Yeah Whatever" George rolled his eyes "I should go, I have to wake up early in the morning to go to the doctors."

"Why, is everything okay?" Clay asked shooting the basketball into the hoop.

"Yeah, since cancer runs in the family I-I have to get tested" George took his hood down roaming his hand into his hair.

"Well I wish you luck" Clay grabbing the basketball.

"Thank you" George said "Goodbye Clay."

"Goodbye George" Clay watched George walk step by step closer to his house, and further away from Clay.

Clay put the basketball back by the hoop and went back inside his house. Clay turned on the lamp downstairs lighting up the downstairs a bit, and closed the door behind him.

Clay turned back around and saw his sister "Holy shit! Drista you scared me."

"Shhh Mom are still sleeping, dickhead" Drista whispered.

"Drista" Clay said after hearing her swear.

"Bitch."

"What do you want?" Clay said grabbing a cup from cupboard.

"Your in love" Drista said.

"With whom exactly?" Clay wheezed quietly.

"With George,"

"No I'm not, we're sort of friends."

"Hint sort of" Drista said.

"Drista I'm not in love with George" Clay filled the cup with water.

"Yes you are don't act like I didn't see you and George outside together" Drista said.

"How long were you watching?" Clay asked.

"The whole thing, and that eye look that lasted for a while, is my proof."

"Drista I'm not in love with George, and that's final" Clay said.

"Don't worry I won't tell" Drista patted on Clays shoulder.

"Go back to bed Drista." Clay said.

"Okay goodnight" Drista went upstairs going back to sleep.

He doesn't have a crush on George, he wasn't in love with George, he wasn't in love at all and probably will never...

1 day later...

George was at Clays house. Today was the day George was gonna get the results if he has cancer or not. It was scary for George, his grandpa died from it, his mom already suffers a lot with going to the hospital 24/7. So it was George's age generation next. Clay stood up at the side of the island nearest to the kitchen, as George paced back and fourth on the other side. George deep stared into the phone that was in the table as he was looking.

Clay grabbed his phone dialing a phone number putting the phone to his ear "Hello it's Clay."

*silence*