Best Friend ~Dreamnotfound

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"Mom." Clay rushed out. 

"What?" 

"Don't freak out." 

"What, Clay." 

"You have to promise me not to get mad, Mom. Please promise me." 

"You're scaring me." 

"Mom, please." 

"Ok, ok. I promise I won't get mad. What happened?" 

"George is drunk." 

"What do you mean 'George is drunk'?" 

"I mean, he drank a whole bottle of vodka and now he's passed out drunk."

"What the hell?" 

"Mom, stop." She tried to push past Clay. 

"I trusted him!" 

"Mom. Listen to me." 

"What?" 

"He's not ok." 

"Well of course he won't be ok after drinking that much." 

"No, Mom. Mentally. He isn't ok mentally. He didn't drink just to get drunk. I think he drunk because he thought that was an only escape." 

"Let me talk to him."

"No, I want to talk to him, first. Something is wrong and I need to know why." 

"Clay, he needs to be disciplined. He can't just move into our house, then get drunk when he's left home alone." 

"I know, Mom. Please let me talk to him and figure out why he did it. This isn't the George I know. Something happened to make him do that." 

"Ok, yeah. Talk to him. I need to hear something before ten. You both have school tomorrow." 

"Ok. I'm so sorry, Mom." 

"Just please go figure out what's wrong with him. I care for him like he's my own. We can get him help." 

"Oh, and he broke his phone, by the way." 

"What?" 

"He threw it and it broke." Clay quickly said before running down to his bedroom. 

By the time Clay got back downstairs, George was sitting up in the bed with tears in his eyes. Clay couldn't even say anything before George stared talking. 

"I'm so sorry, Clay. I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drink that much. I just needed to escape." 

"Baby, calm down." 

"I just- I don't know. Can we cuddle?"

"No." As much as it hurt to decline George like that, Clay had no choice. This of course led to more tears from the brunet. 

"I- I'm so sorry." 

"We need to talk, George." Clay started tearing up, too. 

George nods his head. 

"What's going on?" 

"I don't know." 

"Don't say you don't know, George." 

"I don't know, though. I don't know what's going on." 

"That's not true. You know." 

How was this going to work? The worst thing in the world is when a person doesn't understand what's going on with you. They try to ask, but how the fuck are you meant to answer when you don't even know? How are you meant to talk about what's wrong when you yourself don't know?