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92. argument

George POV

"Didn't your dad want to talk to you?", I asked while Clay and I lay, cuddling, in bed.
"Yeah", Clay sighed, rubbing my back.
"So?", I looked up to him.
"If he wants to talk to me, he has to come here and talk", he clenched his teeth, staring into the void.
"Do you have any ideas what he could want?"
Slowly he shook his head before leaning it on mine while closing his eyes.

"Hey", I said after another half an hour of cuddling.
"What?", Clay grumbled tiredly.
"We won't be alone home all the time anymore", I raised my eyebrows with a slight smile.
"I'm sure he'll be out several times", he hugged me closer.
"But you can't have me whenever you're horny", I smirked.
"Have you?", he finally giggled, opening his eyes.
"Yeah", I raised one eyebrow to the smirk.

"With 'have' you mean?", he gave me a suspicious look with a small smile.
"Fuck?", I raised both eyebrows, leaning my head closer to him.
"Well....", he said calmly, grinning, "...Then he'll have to deal with it."
I giggled, snuggling back to his chest.
"By the way", Clay eventually went on, "What were we about to do before we got interrupted?"
"Make out?"
"Really?", he raised his eyebrows.

"It felt good", I smiled into the fabric of his hoodie.
"It did. But it could've felt better after a few minutes", I heard him smirking.
"Sure", I giggled, "But well, didn't happen, so....well."
"When he's gone, you want to go on?"
"We'll see if he will even go."

After more time filled with cuddles, we heard a knock on the door.
"What?", Clay grumbled loudly, sounding annoyed.
"Hey", his dad came slowly in.
"What do you want?", Clay pulled me closer and held me tighter.
"I wanted to apologize", He stood in front of the bed and looked at me and Clay.
"For what?", Clay raised his eyebrows.
"For the bad parents we were for you. You're right, we wanted us to be a better family now and I can promise tha-", he clenched his teeth.
"Don't you think it's like a few years too late for that?", Clay interrupted him with an angry voice.

"Clay, listen...", he wanted to went on, but again Clay cut him off.
"No, I won't listen to you. Everything I've ever heard from you just destroyed my life! I hated my life! Until I finally decided to make decisions myself! And until I met this boy right here next to me!", he again pressed me tighter to him.
"All I want to say is just-"
"I don't wanna hear it! If you want to fix what you did, everything you can do is just shut the fuck up and leave me alone!", Clay slightly sat up, still his arm wrapped around me.

"Clay!", his dad yelled, "Listen! I'm still having my opinion on gay people! But I will accept what you feel for this guy, because you're my son!"
Now we all went silent. Clay stared at his father, his father at him and I at Clay, curious what he would do now.
"He seems to be a nice guy and maybe he's right. Maybe I don't know my own son. I always thought I would prepare you for life, but I never would've thought that you could manage it better by yourself than with my help", Clays father looked to the floor.

"George", he eventually looked back up and into my eyes, "You're a good person. I'm happy that Clay found you. I hope we can get along with each other well."
"Don't you dare talk to him", Clay grabbed he tight and angrily stared at his dad.
"Clay, I just want-", he sighed.
"You can't just come here and think apologizing would fix everything you did to me! Something like that needs time and proving!", Clay cut him off, yelling.

"Hey, shh", I whispered, softly running my hand over his cheek when I could see his eyes filling with tears.
"I- I'm going shopping for food now. And in 3 hours I have an important meeting with someone. You can think of it how long you want. I just hope we'll be fine again some day", his dad weakly smiled before leaving the room.

"He really thinks he just could-"Clay turned to me with the first tear rolling down his cheek.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm always here for you Clay", I tried to calm him down while cupping his cheek and leaning my forehead against his.
We lay down on the bed again, this time Clay cuddled into my chest and I stroked through his hair. He had his arms wrapped around my waist and slowly began to relax after a while.

"He's such an asshole", I eventually heard from him.
"But people can change. You showed me that, Clay", I whispered.
"But that's a different thing!", he pulled away a bit and looked at me, "For years he treated me horribly and tried to raise me to be someone I just am not. He judged me for who I love and made choices for me so that it was always best for him. And now he's coming here and wants to apologize for that? To an 18 year old man?! He can suck my dick!"

I saw that his eyes would fill with tears any second again, so I said "Well, that actually should be my job", what luckily made him giggle.
"You gotta give that some time", I smiled at him again, stroking through is hair.
"I could've thrown up when he tried to be nice to you too", his lip switched to a disgusted expression.
"Hey", I lifted his chin up to me, "You and me. That's bigger than everything else. And you know that I'm here and won't let your father destroy your life again."

"You're more important than the fight with this shitty man", he snuggled back in my chest.
"And hey, let's wait up what will happen with your mom", I mentioned.
"You're right. We'll wait. Thank you George", he pressed on me tighter.
"You stand above everything else", I gently kissed his forehead.
"So do you", Clay leaned his head up to me and softly lay his lips on mine.

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