TW: Strong language.
The look on Clay's face made the blood in george's body rush to his head. He looked terrified.
"God don't look at me like that—" George tried to laugh, but the tension was piling up.
"George— i- i like you, okay? i really, really do its just... we work together. what happens if this ends badly and then things are awkward at the school?" and George did understand what Clay meant. It was true, they did work together. But the feeling in George's chest, the feeling he knew Clay felt too.. Wasn't it worth a go?
"I understand, i really do.." George whispered, his eyes now fixated on the floor beneath them. "But.. Can't we just try..?"
"I don't know, George." Crack, was the sound George's heard made when he heard that sentence. This wasn't how today was meant to go. He and Clay were supposed to become official, and be together until they grow old and die. But instead, Clay wanted to play it safe and brush George off?
The brunette turned around, placing his hands on the kitchen counter in a strop.
"Please don't be mad.." Clay whispered, coming up behind George and placing his hands on his waist.
"Don't." He responded, turning around again and instantly ripping Clay's hands off his body. He couldn't do this, he couldn't stand here in such proximity with the boy he genuinely liked so much.
"Maybe you should go..?" He whispered.
"You're not mad, are you? Please don't be mad— I really-"
"I'm not mad, honestly. It's fine, you're right to not try. It probably wouldn't work anyway.." George mumbled with a huff, but said nothing more.
"Yeah." Clay whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." And george plastered on a fake smile to try release some of the nerves from his and clay's body.
Maybe this was for the best.
