New shoes | dnf

Ending One

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i decided to do two endings so if you would like a happier ending read this :)

Clay POV:

George, Nick, Karl, and I were on our way to my funeral, with Nick driving and Karl in the front, and George and I in the back.

Though I wasn't too exited about going, I was happy that George was.

I don't know why he wanted a funeral so badly, maybe for the sake of his closure? It didn't matter anyways. I mean, I wasn't actually dead.

We exited the car hand in hand, and we patiently waited until the viewing of the coffin.

They're weren't many people there. In fact, only a handful of people. 20? 30 maybe? Most of them looked like a lot of my victims, which must mean they were the families of the ones I had killed.

I didn't get why they were all here, but I assumed it was the same reason as George.

Closure.

Soon after it was time for the viewing, and all the others had gone, leaving me and George standing in front of the coffin.

I studied his facial expressions, but I couldn't label them. He looked- neutral.

And then, he raised his hand above the coffin, still plastered with an expressionless face, and flipped the coffin off.

What the fuck?

I personally thought it was funny, and couldn't help but let a little laugh out. A smile seemed to tug at his lips at my chuckles before we trudged away, and watched as they lowered the empty coffin to the ground.

So, here I was, at my own funeral.

How does one even end up in a situation like this? I certainly have no idea. One day I was just killing people who were dumb enough to walk alone on the street at 3 in the morning, and then a patheticly adorable brunette stumbled my way, flipping my life totally upside down.

I didn't regret anything though.

George was one of the best, if not held the number 1 spot for being the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I definitely didn't deserve him, I know that much, and it was pretty obvious he was far from deserving of his situation, but that wasn't going to stop me from making sure I wasn't going to loose him.

After the viewing and everything, we didn't stick around for anything else.

We had met up with Skeppy and Bad there, and decided to all go get ice cream as well as  walk along the shore line and watched the sun go down.

Nick and Karl were way too giggly it was suspicious, and George and Karl kept throwing each other smile filled glances, like they were communicating through their eyes. But I didn't question it. I probably didn't even want to know.

I ignored they're painfully obvious look language or whatever, and enjoyed the sunset in silence.

Soon after, the two boys had stopped exchanging looks, and decided to enjoy the sunset in quiet, bathing in each other's company.

It was quite nice. It reminded me of a fairytale ending. Sort of like the closure I needed.

I took this opportunity to think about all the battles I had fought over the past 9 months, weather it was little arguments involving George's stubbornness, or life threatening situations with Sam.

It had been a real adventure getting to where we were now. The silky sand tickling our feet, the mellow sound of the waves foaming and dissolving on the beach, the sunset reflecting into the water. It had took many risks to get where we are now, happy and safe, but it was beyond worth it to have George snuggled into my shoulder as we scanned the breathtaking scene.

In this moment, I knew everything was going to be okay, like it was perfect, because really it was.

And to think, this had all happened because of squeaky shoes.

What a way to end a fairytale.

-a year later-

No one had even remotely thought about me being the killer. I mean why would they? I was the hero that saved them, not the bloody murderer that threatened to kill them.

George was doing much better now, but his face couldn't help but force me to think about how much pain I had put him though.

Like a guilty reminder.

We still lived in the same house, and George's PTSD had gone down from severe to minimal, which was a huge step for him. I had been taking him to therapy every Thursday since the incident, and it seemed to really help.

As for Bad and Skeppy, they had moved down here claiming that they wanted to move closer to us, but deep down I knew it was so Bad could make sure I didn't go back to killing or anything.

Ponk hadn't warmed to us until like two months ago, not that we expected anything better, but I mean a year is a long time. He had just hid behind Sam whenever we hung out before now. It was quite weird having him laugh along with us if I'm being honest.

Karl and Nick got engaged, and god we were both so happy for them. We had sleepovers every night, and when I say it was the best year of my life, I mean it.

George and I were about ready to shut off the light and go to bed, but his lost in thought expression distracted me.

"Are you okay Georgie?" I calmly asked, plopping down next to him.

His eyes regained focused, and nodded.

"What we're you thinking about?" I asked, rubbing small circles on his lower back.

He said nothing, and pointed at the corner of the room.

The shoes.

I knew George had mixed feelings on them, but I personally thought they were a blessing in disguise.

I mean if it weren't for those shoes I wouldn't have met him, not to mention I would be in jail right now.

I joined in taking a long glance at the shoes, and couldn't help but smile.

Who know squeaky shoes could give so much happiness.

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