with every single breath (dnf)

chapter 3

George quickly turned around. Of course it was Clay and the brunet had to smile because of that fact. The two of them just smiled at each other. The brunet couldn't help but look at him and his dark eyes went down to the blond's hands, but there, a shiver ran down his spine and George's smile turned into a worried look. Clay's angles were deep red and bleeding on some fingers. As the blond noticed the worries in George's eyes, he hid his finders behind his back.

"Hi George" Clay started the conversation "I didn't expect you to come honestly, but I'm very glad you did" he smiled. How could he be so nice... The blond has't even really got to know George. He couldn't know if George was a little psychopath, but he strangely trusted the other one as well.

"Yes, I honestly didn't expect me to come as well. I'm not the biggest party fan" George said nervously, but still warmly smiling back. "...What's with your hands?" he asked quieter than before.

"Oh you know... there are too many drunk idiots on parties" Clay lied and the other noticed it, but didn't want to make the blond uncomfortable. 

"Have you changed your opinion on Longfellow?" George giggled to change to subject.

"You probably did a little" Clay smiled a bit and made the brunet smile as well.

It was a really pure happenstance, that they met there and it was perfect. They didn't know each other and both of them would probably think a situation like that would normally be weird and awkward, but it wasn't... not this time. They walked into the night, into the thick clouds of darkness and George's protection from the world. He liked the fact, that no one could see or hear them. It was like they fell out of the world and respawned in a dark bubble with nothing else but the night and the two of them.

It was already 3 a.m. and they were still walking through random streets to get lost. They didn't want the night to end, but I guess everything must come to an end eventually. And there they were, standing in front of George's house. He lived in an apartment at the 4th floor, so a little higher than other houses and he could see all the roofs in his neighborhood. It doesn't sound that special, but it always looked as beautiful as a painting, even if it was raining.

"We should do that again" Clay said stepping a little closer to the brunet.

"Walking through unknown streets, where possibly live murders?" George ironically asked "I like that Idea"

"You do? Then I'll text you and pick you up just randomly at night?" The blond asked jokingly.

"That'd be beautiful!" George smiled.

George turned around to open the door, but Clay grabbed his arm and turned him around to face the blond. "I... really enjoyed today, thank you"

"Me too, good night" The brunet said quietly, but smiling at him.

George walked upstairs until he arrived at his door and stepped in. He slipped his shoes off and went in the living room. The TV was still on. His mother was usually sleeping at this time, maybe she forgot to turn it off. 

"Mum?" George asked carefully.

He turned around and faced a man, who stood now right in front of him. The man hold a bottle beer in his hand and looked really fucked up.

"Hello, Dad"