We Were Liars (DNF)

2.1 <3

I spend everyday talking to George, and as everyday goes by I think less and less about the bad things.

It's the last week of summer, my black converse' are beyond dirty and the scribbled writing on the side is rubbing off but still there.

George lives his life on the edge and it makes me so happy, he taught me to smile which is why today is such a special day. Today, September 13, George and I are going to get matching tattoos. A smile on our wrists to remind each other that we have each other and that we made each other happy, a feeling I haven't felt in years.

For the first time since being (unofficially) with George, I'm driving to pick him up.

-- 2 hours later --

The ink on my wrist hurts and George complains about it the whole way home but it was worth it. When I drop George off he invites me inside and so, obviously I follow him in.

"Woah my head kind of hurts" George says with a yawn

"Yeah? I heard that's a minor side effect for getting tattoos, just the ink n' stuff, y'know?"

George nods and slumps onto his couch, I follow and sit next to him

"George I need to talk to you" 'say my name George, please I need it'

"What is it?"

"My um, so you know how my dad left?"

George nods, staring at the wall in front of us where the tv hangs.

"Well, I haven't been doing very well mentally since then and um, it's gotten really bad. I feel so...alone"

George murmurs something that I don't hear enough to be able to comprehend

"Huh?" I ask

"Don't we all?" George says, avoiding eye contact

"Well um yes, but it kind of got to the point where... i started doing stuff to my body" I pause waiting for a reaction, waiting for a sign that shows me that he actually cares but no. He just sits staring at the wall.

I clear my throat and start up again "but when I met you I thought..." George winces and closes his eyes 'what is going on?'

"I'm not ready to have this conversation with you, Clay" there it is, my name. The way he says my name. I can't help it, I lean in to go kiss him-

"I think you should go" George says sliding away from me and swiftly standing up and scratching his wavy hair at the back of his head

"What?"

"I want you to leave" George says blankly

"What- why?" I ask, George isn't looking at me, he's back to looking at that stupid wall

"You tried to have a serious conversation with me, and when I wasn't interested in having that conversation just yet, you decide that just because I say your freaking name that means you are obligated to kiss me! You didn't even ask" it's silent for a minute until I break it

"Tell me you hate me, George" Finally he looks at me, but this time with great disgust

"What? Why would I do that?"

"If you tell me to leave one more time, I'll leave! Okay, I'll go! But tell me to stay and we can do whatever you want" I say walking towards him in strides until I'm standing in front of him my body pressed against his, he doesn't push me away, he doesn't scold me, he wants this as much as I do. He looks into my eyes, his cheeks a burning red, slowly my hands slither up his shirt tracing every curve of his body until my hands stop and rest on his hips. My right hand stays firm on his hip and my left hand travels to his waist and roughly pulls him even closer until every inch of our bodies are touching other than our lips. My right hand falls from his hip and slowly trails up his neck until his chin is cupped between my thumb and pointer finger. My thumb traces little circles on his warm skin. I lean down and whisper gently in his ear "but if you tell me to kiss you-" I laugh quietly, making him shiver, "-then George, I'm not going home tonight" I pull away from his ear, now looking at him directly in the eyes. George closes his eyes for a moment longer than most and says "I want you to go home, Clay". I close my eyes and nod, hands falling from his body "I understand, goodnight George" I say, about to leave. I'm disappointed he didn't want this as much as I do.

"Clay, wait! You forgot something!" George yells running up to me, I turn around and his hands are behind his back so I can't see what he is holding "what is it?" I ask

"This" he crashes his lips against mine, and I kiss him back. I walk backwards against the door until George is pinning me, still kissing me. I comb my hands through his hair and switch our positions and press him against the door when George pushes me away and slides under my arm so he is no longer against the door.

"I want you to go," he says, looking at the wall again. He slides something into my hand, I look down and see one of my very own rings, it must've fallen off.

"What-"

"I'll never forgive myself if we didn't stop, I'd regret it"

"Well, I don't want to be one of your little regrets, George. I don't even want to be here anymore"

"Clay don't say that-"

"Or what, George? You want me to lie even more? Tell you everything is fine and I love life?"

"I already knew that Clay, you were just telling me on the couch" he pauses "you act as if I never listen to you" he finishes in a whisper

"You weren't acting like you were listening to me" I say, crossing my arms

"Well I was. I just wasn't feeling well, I need sleep more than I need you tonight"

"God George, I guess you better go get your well-needed sleep"

"Screw you, Clay"

"Oh trust me, I wish you would"

"Oh? Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough. Piss off"

"Ooh you're a real scary one aren't you, love? Sounds like you need a muzzle to keep you away from me" I smirk and bend down to his height. His face looks so pale but his cheeks are red "maybe next time" I break my voice to a whisper "decide what you actually want a bit sooner, you might give us boys and girls the wrong idea that you actually want something"

"For someone with 'social anxiety' you sure do have a big ego and quite a confidence level" George says glowering at me.

I laugh once quietly and say "for someone who is gay you sure do have a lot of girls on your dick"

Just like that, George bitch slaps me across the face. It stings and I can tell it's going to bruise overnight.

I walk past George and open the door, leaning on the door frame I turn back at George and say "Love you too".