Jealousy Jealousy // DreamNotFound

Welcome and Goodbye

Previous chapter:  "Correct!" seeing him excited made me happy, like a warm feeling in my stomach.

What- no it didn't.

I think...

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(Clay's POV) 

This didn't change anything, I didn't care if George was happy. I mean, sure everyone wants their friends to be happy, but it doesn't make me any happier to see how happy he is. I think.. Yea. 

The day on from there was pretty normal, we had some cake but eventually, he had asked me something. "Clay?" "Yes George?" "A.. Are you happy-? With your girlfriend, I mean." "Do you want me to be honest?" I answered back, almost too quick. "Yes, of course, you can always talk to me." ... "Then no, I'm not happy with her. She's been mad and somehow 'busy' every time I call or text her. She's probably cheating to be honest.." At this point, I could feel the stabs in the corners of my eyes. I just blinked them away and looked the brunet in the eyes. "Hey, hey, Clay it's ok, if you need to cry go ahead. Crying is just a release of pent-up emotion. Besides, I would never make fun of you or anything, I'm always here to comfort you when you need it." he said with his pretty smile, I let out a small smile as all I can see are the little waves forming beneath my straight forward vision. 

It was all a blur from there. All I remember was crying alone some, crying in his arms, and receiving the biggest, most comforting silent hug I've ever had. It was amazing if I was honest. 

"Leave her Dream. She's not good for you. Leave her." George had said, he sounded serious. "I-I will, maybe in the morning, I need to get my thoughts straight though." I stuttered through sniffles. "Go  get some rest Dream, it will all be ok, I promise." he said, making a little heart with his fingers as I smiled and walked off. Sleep and something else is all I needed, I wasn't quiet sure what that something else was, though.

 George.. 

It was George. He provided a kind of comfort that I hadn't experienced in years. 

It was George.

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The sun was radiating through the blinds, the warmth felt nice on my skin. I slowly opened my eyes and try to remember what happened the night before. 'Was I drunk?.. Nah.'  Then the memories came flooding back. 'Oh..' "I have to do it." I quietly whispered to myself. "I'm not happy, this is for me." 

"Hello?"
"Hi Clay, I'm kinda bu-"
"Your not busy, and this will only take a minute." 
"Oh?"
"Callie I'm sorry. This... This isn't going to work out. It was great while it lasted, and I'm sorry it has to end, but it's not healthy anymore. I'm sorry" 
....
"Whatever. I've been hooking up with someone else anyway."
"Knew it."
"You knew what?!" she exclaimed. 

And the ringtone was left standing for her. I blocked her number, snap, and TikTok; she couldn't reach me. Memories of us started pouring into me, making me think I just f-cked up again.. "No. I did the right thing." I needed to clear my mind. 

I walked to the kitchen to see George at the stove again. "Good morning Clay!" I hated my name. But not when he said it. "Hi George.." "Do you want some food? I was just making eggs-" I couldn't help it. I broke down, and my knees gave out. I fell with my own hands comforting my face. I couldn't handle it. "W-what if I made the wrong choice, George? ... She-she said she had cheated on me already." There was a safe silence; by now the shorter was already by my side, hugging me and rubbing my back. "It's ok. You'll be happier without her. It'll just take a minute, but I promise everything will be just fine. I'll be here with you every step of the way, helping you as much as I possibly can." 

He was so passionate for me, he cared for me.

"Th-thank you George."
"Anytime Clay." 

We sat in silence, my sobs turning into quiet, deep breaths, his arms still around me, me head on his neck; enjoying the comfort. 

"Thank you, George." I slowly pulled away looking at him and smiling. 
"You're welcome Clay, it's the least I could do." 

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'How did he know how to help me so fast?' I laid in my bed, head to the ceiling wondering why I was stuck with George in my mind. 

'Get out.'

'Never mind.. You can stay.'