Best Friend ~Dreamnotfound

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Clay hadn't been too worried about George. He was definitely a little confused when George wasn't answering his phone during the afternoon. There was no way he was still sleeping. He brushed it off and continued having fun with his family. 

When it came time for them to start heading home, it was around dinner time. Clay had messaged George asking him what he wanted from Chick-fil-A before they left. It would be about an hour before they got to the fast food place, then another fifteen minutes home. So, that gave George an hour to tell Clay what he wanted. 

When an hour passed with no response from George, Clay started getting worried. He hadn't been answering all day. What if something bad happened?  

They were a few minutes away from Chick-fil-A, so Clay called George. No answer. 

"Do you know what you all want?" Clay's dad asks from the drivers seat. 

His siblings of course practically shouted 'yes'. Clay just said it. 

"Do you know what George wants?" 

"Yeah, he'll just get what I'm getting." Clay figured that was the best option. 

The car pulled up to the drive thru and his dad began ordering. Clay kept checking his phone, the worry growing. The food was secured and they began the drive home. Clay was starving, he couldn't wait to get home to eat. But with all the worry, he lost his appetite. 

They finally got home. Clay wanted to rush inside, but he didn't want to worry his parents, so he stayed back and went in last, like usual. Everyone sat at the table and started getting the food out. 

"You can put mine and George's in the fridge. I'm not really hungry." 

"Ok." 

Clay rushed downstairs. He had the light on, so when he opened the door, he was able to see a sleeping George. But, how? There was no way in hell that George was STILL sleeping. Clay's mind went straight to George being dead, so he turned the light on and rushed to George, only to see him breathing. 

How is he still sleeping? Clay thought. 

He sat against his headboard next to George. He noticed a smell, but couldn't pin point where it was coming from. He was about to start scrolling on his phone when something caught his attention. A hole in the wall? Clay carefully got up enough to see the floor from his bed, and his heart dropped. 

On the floor, under the hole, he saw glass. So much glass. As well as George's phone. 

"What the fuck?" Clay whispered. 

He started wondering what happened when he was gone. But then he started wondering where all of that glass came from. He knew it was too much to be from the phone, so what was it? That's when it hit him. He quickly went back to George and realized the smell was alcohol. 

The blond sprinted upstairs and opened the cabinet above the refrigerator. His eyes widened when he saw a missing bottle. Not just any bottle, but a brand new bottle of vodka that his parents had bought the night before. 

There's no way he drank all of that. 

"What're you looking for?" His thoughts get interrupted by his mom. 

"Um, the batteries. My remote died. I could've sworn they were in here." Perfect lie. 

"No, they're in the one to the right." 

"Oh, ok. Thanks." Clay quickly opened the cabinet and grabbed two batteries to make his story believable. 

The blond rushed back downstairs to George. He started panicking. What the hell was he going to do? His boyfriend was passed out, a whole bottle of vodka in his system. That said bottle of vodka was a brand new bottle that his parents bought, so they were going to know it was missing. Not to mention, George doesn't have a phone anymore, and there was a hole in his wall. 

He figured it was best for George to sleep it off, so he grabbed his garbage and started piling the glass into it using a broom kept in the downstairs utility closet. He was going to vacuum it later, he just needed to get as much picked up as he could. He carefully picked up George's shattered phone and set it on his desk. 

In the midst of cleaning up the glass, he heard rustling, fast footprints, then gagging. He knew George woke up, and he knew that George was puking. He rushed over to the bathroom, standing above George. 

"George, what the actual fuck?" Clay whisper-yelled.

"I don't-" George cut himself off by throwing up again. "I don't want to talk about it." He was able to finish his sentence this time. 

"No. We're talking about it. You weren't answering me ALL DAY! I was so worried about you. I come home to find you broke your phone, put a hole in my wall, drank a whole ass bottle of vodka, then shattered it against my wall! What the fuck?!" 

"Something happened." Great excuse, George. 

"What the fuck could have been so bad to make you do all that shit?" 

George thought he was numb to everything. He thought the alcohol numbed him from all feelings and pain. But hearing the tone of voice and the last thing Clay said, he couldn't help but cry. He didn't understand. Clay didn't understand and George felt like a disappointment. 

"George, what happened?" Clay spoke so gentle, so different from just a minute ago. 

"Please." George whispered.

"George." 

"Just, please. Please leave." 

"I'm not leaving you, George." 

George started sobbing and Clay could feel his heart ache. He got down on the floor and rested his back against the sink cabinet. He had his legs spread open and opened his arms. George slowly let his body fall into Clay's. 

"I've got you. Calm down. We're gonna need to talk about this, ok?" He felt George nod his head slowly. 

"Did you eat anything today?" 

"No." 

"Fuck. When you calm down, you need to eat. It's been over 24 hours, Baby. I'll eat with you, ok?" The brunet once again slowly nodded his head. "We brought home Chick-fil-A." 

George was wasted and they had their first day at their new school tomorrow. This was going to be one hell of a night.