Obstacles

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I forgot to check this chapter and I'm exhausted so don't get mad at me for adding no triggers. I don't think there's many

George's POV

I was laying down on Quackity's bed with popcorn in my hands and a movie on the television as I got overwhelmed by sadness. I tapped Quackity's shoulder and he paused the movie, looking to his side to see me hold back my tears.

'Come here,' he comforted me as he pulled me closer to his body.

'I might be complaining, but I'm actually feeling depressed because of everything that happened the last few weeks. Not only the misery with Clay, I'm also really hurt because of all the bullying. It made me so insecure.'

'George, you're perfect, okay? Who are you going to believe? Me? Or those haters who are jealous of your gift,' Quackity asked as he lifted my face so I would look at him.

I sighed softly and stared back down at my hands. 'Would Clay be okay with it if I let you hear the recording of his song?'

'I'm sure he would,' Quackity nodded.

'I played the piano for his song since he can't play instruments himself.'

'I'm excited! I didn't even know that.'

I smiled and grabbed my phone, letting him hear the recording. He was listening to the beat and tapped his feet on the ground for the rhythm. I saw him reaching out for his guitar and he started playing the rhythm without any of the notes.

'If he's okay again, I can help him with the music too,' he yelled happily. 'If he wants me to at least.'

Quackity and I chilled the whole day and I left to go home in the evening. I was too unmotivated to explain anything to my mother and left to go to my room, laying down on my bed.

That's how every next day went. I fell into a deep pit of darkness, not knowing how to get out of it anymore. I laid in bed all day, skipped school and argued with my parents because I didn't want to get up.

I was so sad that I hadn't touched my phone in days and only drank some water. Some people might have told me that I was exaggerating, but the misery with Clay was the edge. I had always been holding my head above the water, but today I couldn't anymore.

I heard my door opening and I saw my mother kneel down next to me after I skipped school for the third day in a row. She was holding a plate with some food and grabbed my hand.

'Can you tell me what happened, honey?' she asked, kissing my cheek. 'Can I lay with you?'

I nodded slowly and she laid down next to me on my bed, holding me tightly against her body. 'What's wrong, sweetheart?'

I didn't know if I was allowed to tell her, but I still decided to. I needed someone to talk to.

'It's Clay,' I mumbled. 'We were friends for a really short time and he left me again because our lives are getting terrorised by bullies. His best friend left him and Clay beat him up so now he's suspended.'

'Do you know why Clay left you?' my mother questioned as she ran her hand through my hair and let me rest my head against her chest.

'No, but I promised him that I would trust him. He has an explanation he can't tell me yet. How stupid it may sound, I was so happy that we were back to friends,' I admitted.

My mother kissed my hair. 'I understand it, sweetie. You know, when my ex-husband broke up with me, I was also devastated. I've actually stayed in bed for quite some time, not knowing how to continue life anymore,' she started to explain me.

I listened to her while she talked and felt my eyes fill with tears.

'I've spent weeks in my bed and I didn't feel better. Do you know why you're not feeling better?'

'Because Clay isn't here,' I answered.

'No, honey. Because you were happy before Clay was here too. The reason why you're still as unhappy as you were the day it happened, is because you don't have any distractions around you anymore. You're constantly in bed which gives you loads of time to think about Clay and what happened.'

I thought about what she said and nodded slowly. 'But I feel too unmotivated.'

'Sweetie, do you think you'll ever get that motivation back by just laying in your bed? I had the same thought process as you, but once I got out of my bed and started doing things I enjoyed, my mood improved. And then I met your dad.'

'I don't want make new friends next to Clay and Quackity.'

'Just wait a while. Maybe he'll explain it to you soon and otherwise he's not worth your time, honey. Why don't you record a video?' she asked. 'You don't have to post it, just sing.'

'Can we sing a song together? I won't post it on my channel, I just want to sing with you.'

My mother nodded. 'Of course, but I'm definitely not such a good singer as you are so don't blame me!' she defended.

I smiled and lifted myself up.

'Come on, stand up!' my mother yelled as she started to jump around with a grin on her face.

I giggled and stood up slowly, having my mother cheer me on. 'I'm ready, what do I do?' she asked as she looked at me.

'Warmup our voices,' I answered, grabbing some water to show her what to do.

We warmed up our voices and I let my mother choose the song she liked the most, standing down next to her with a smile. If I didn't have my mother or Quackity, I wouldn't have known what to do in my life anymore.

We started singing the song and my mother tried her hardest to sound a bit in tune. She did really good and gave me a hug after that.

'That was kind of fun, wasn't it? You can show Quackity! Come on, get your phone.'

I smiled and grabbed my phone, seeing loads of missed calls and texts. I went to Quackity and my chat.

You
I'm sorry for not texting, I was feeling really down. My mother cheered me up a little and we sang together. Can I show you?

Quackity
Yo dude! Of course :] can I come over after school?

You
Yes please <3

I sent the video and my mother smiled. 'Let's go downstairs together. What if we go to the city to get some lunch! I know you like that,' she offered.

I nodded. 'Okay, thanks mum.'

She gave me a tight hug and then we left to go to the city.

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