TW: Pills, Strong Language.
It was now 5pm at George's house. He was freaking out about what to wear for his 'date' and he had no idea. He didn't have many friends so he couldn't really ask them for advice. He was all alone in this stressful moment.
He swung his closet doors open and began desperately flicking through his clothes. First he decided on a white button up shirt, and then a baggy blue sweater to wear over the top. For trousers, he decided to wear some bleached jeans which were cuffed at the bottom and had slight rips on the middle thighs. He also grabbed his sage green converse and decided that'd be a nice addition to the outfit. It wasn't exactly colour co-ordinated, but it looked pretty stylish.
After George threw his outfit on, he looked in his full-body-mirror and smiled out of pure confidence. He make sure to tuck the collar of the white shirt out from underneath the blue sweater. He cuffed jeans looked amazing with the shoes and George felt very pretty.
He checked the time on his watch to see that it was now 6pm, meaning he had an hour until Clay was going to come pick George up.
George wasn't really sure what they were going to do on the date. He expected they were going to have dinner and then watch a movie, but he didn't know if Clay was just being coy.
Not knowing what the plans were made George anxious. He didn't want to, but he knew he had to take some of his anxiety pills before the date.
He went downstairs and was greeted by his small kitty once again. "Hello Luca my beautiful boy." He picked him up and kissed him gently. After placing him on the couch. George walked over to the cabinet and reached for his pill bottle. He noticed he only had a few pills left, George wasn't being shy with them recently. He knew it was unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. He took of the annoying child safety lid and swallowed 2 pills, taking deep breathes afterwards. He screwed the lid back on and put the bottle back in the cabinet.
George strolled over to the couch and played with Luca until Clay arrived at his house.
Moments later, the doorbell rung.
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