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99. He's my boyfriend

George POV

It was noon on Tuesday and Clay and I came home after rugby practice. He was soaked in sweat and wanted to take a shower right away. In the meantime, I looked at some study material and listened to music with my headphones.

"Hey babe", I eventually heard Clays voice quietly through the music.
"Don't call me babe", I said, staring at the book in front of me, knowing that I was blushing at the nickname.
"Oh, and why not? You don't like it?", he giggled while opening the closet.
"No..."
"You find it disgusting?", I heard his smile. In the meantime I had turned the music down so that I could hear him better.

"No, it's...", I stuttered flustered, "...just stop it please." I tried to concentrate on studying again.
"You....", I suddenly heard his hot voice appearing next to my ear, "...get weak of it?"
"N-no! Stop it now!", I frightened and slapped my hand to where I heard his voice coming from, my face probably fully red.
But it didn't hit his face, it got stopped by a strong hand grabbing it.
"Clay, could you continue putting on your clothes? I'm trying to focus here", I tried not to stutter, still staring at the book.

"Come on, tell me", he whispered and you literally could hear him smirking.
"Tell you what?"
"What does the nickname do to you?.....Babe?", he whispered with a hot tone to my ear.
"N- Nothing! I- I just don't like it, okay?!", I yanked my arm from his grip.
"I'm sure, I'm sure", he grinned, not moving away from me.

"What do you want from me?!", I finally turned to him, just to get scared again when his face was just a few inches away from mine.
"I don't know", he smirked, coming a bit closer.
"Clay...I'm trying to....", I swallowed. I slowly looked down on him. He had still the towel wrapped around his waist and his torso was still a bit wet.
"You have beautiful eyes, you know that?", he said what caused me to quickly look back at his.

"Uh, Clay...", I suddenly heard Clay's dad out of nowhere. I shocked and Clay and I both quickly turned our heads to the door where he was standing, looking at us awkwardly.
"Sorry for interrupting you, but...", you could see how embarrassed he was while talking to us, "...there's someone here for George."
"Me?", I raised my eyebrows confused.
"Yes, could you come downstairs for a second?"
"Euh, okay, give us a minute, okay?", I smiled at him awkwardly.
"Yeah yeah, sure", and with that he left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Well....", Clay licked his lip with a slight smile, looking down.
"Close the door when you want to do something like that idiot!", I rolled my eyes, standing up, causing him to back away.
"Put your clothes on", I nodded at him while closing the book on the desk.
"Who could be here for you? Nick? Karl? Alex would make sense", Clay said, getting a hoodie, sweats and a boxer shorts out of his closet.
"I don't know, let's see", I shrugged my shoulders, walking over to the door.
"Hey, wait for me!", Clay quickly put on the clothes behind me before running after me.

We went down the stairs when I just before we got to the living room whispered to Clay: "And yes, it weakens me."
His eyebrows raised with a small smile before his hand went to my waist. But when we arrived in the living room where we saw my parents sitting on the couch, talking to Clay's parents, he quickly pulled his hand back.

"What? What are you guys doing here?", I looked confused at them.
"George! Hey boy, nice to finally see you again", Mom smiled walking towards me, hugging me.
"Hey?", I laughed awkwardly, still confused.
"Since your birthday is tomorrow, we wanted to come over and discuss a few things. In addition, we were finally able to get to know Clay's parents!", my father smiled at me.

"Ah, nice", I gave a small smile back when my mom let go of me. Luckily Clay remembered that my parents were homophobic, otherwise this could've turned out badly.
"Wait, bu- but you never do anything for my birthday. Why this year?", I eventually raised an eyebrow at them.
"Because it's your 18th birthday George, that's something special and we wanted to plan something special for you", mom grinned broadly.
"That's really nice, but I actually didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to stay home and chill with Clay", I shrugged my shoulders.

"That's so sweet. I'm so happy you found a friend in Clay", dad smiled.
"Friend?", Clay's father gave him a confused glance.
"Yes, friend? Wh- what do you mean?", my dad looked at him.
"Wai- you think they're just friends?", Clay's mom raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, they are, aren't they? What do you mean?", my mother turned to them. Fuck, fuck, please no....

Then Clay's dad looked at his son who just shook his head quickly with widened eyes and put his finger on his lips.
"Euh, I- I mean they are best friends....Not just friends", he could still turn the tide.
"What? Why are you lying?", Clays mother raised an eyebrow at her husband.
"What they are trying to say", Clay luckily turned the attention to him, "We are such good friends, almost like brothers. Right?"

He put his arm around my shoulders like a good bro would do.
"No, no....", I eventually sighed when I saw more confusion in my parents eyes, "....they should know, it's okay."
"But...", Clay stared at me.
"I'm their son, if they don't accept me, then they don't love me enough", I slowly pushed his arm from my shoulder.
"But George", he whispered loudly.

"Mom, Dad, Clay and I....we....", I swallowed, talking to my mother and father.
"What's up with you? I'm confused. You live with a good friend, don't you?", Mom gave me a suspicious glance.
"Well....", I slowly turned to Clay who was looking worried at me.
I walked to him and wrapped my hands around his waist pulling myself closer to him. By reflex he put his arm around me and looked down at me.

"He's my boyfriend", I looked at my parents, holding on tightly on Clay, scared what would come now.

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