ꨄ︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ꨄ︎

|| part 7 ||

i know it's been a while but i'm back!

{ George's pov }

I grabbed my coat and my keys. I made sure I didn't forget anything. "do you have everything?" Clay asked when I got to the kitchen. "Yes." I said. he walked over to me with a smile. I blushed as he put his hands on my hips. "is this okey?" he asked to make sure I was comfortable. I nodded softly as I put my hands on his shoulders.

we leaned forward and closed our eyes. our lips touched gently and we made out, for long. eventually we pulled away because we had to breathe.

"I think I'm going to miss you." Clay said with a chuckle as our foreheads were against each other. "you only think? I will surely miss you." I said jokingly as we laughed. "we'll see each other soon, okay." he said as we pulled away. we walked to the front door. "Of course."

"Hey, how about next week? I don't have to work Friday and maybe I can meet Nick?" he asked. "that would be great! but I don't know if Nick thinks that's a good idea... he still thinks it not a good thing that we're together."

"oh, so now we're together?" Clay asked with a smile. "no! I mean not that I don't want that, I mean I do want a real relationship, not that I want to rush yo-"

he interrupted me with his lips against mine, soon enough I closed my eyes and melted in the kiss. "I was just kidding, let's not look too far ahead and talk about that next time, okay?" he said to calm me down. "okay thanks." I said as I grabbed my car keys and gave him another small pack on his cheek.

"Now go, Nick is waiting for you." he said with a smile. I chuckled and walked out the door, I got to the bus stop and just waved at Clay before I disappeared on the bus.

it didn't take long by bus, about 15 minutes? Clay wanted to drop me off but he had to work at 8:30 and it was 8:22 when I left his house. he would have been much too late if he had dropped me off.

when I got home I immediately grabbed my car and drove to Bad and Skeppy. after a few songs on the radio I was there. i entered the apartment and went to their floor, I knocked on the door and Skeppy opened it.

"Morning George, are you coming to pick up Nick?" he said. "good morning Skep and yes I've come to rescue that little monkey from you." I said giggling. "Okay, come in, Bad is making breakfast, have you eaten yet?" he asked as he let me in. "uh yes, but I do want a chocolate milk." I said excitedly. I don't drink coffee, tea is not that bad, but I prefer something else.

"oh hey George! good morning, the boys are in the living room. You're staying for breakfast?" Bad asked excitedly as he took a sip of tea. "if it doesn't bother you?" I said politely, I didn't want to barge in.

"Of course not! I'll make a chocolate milk right away, do you want cold or warm?" he asked. "warm please." I said smiling Bad makes very good chocolate milk. actually he cooks everything good, he is a real cook. "I'm going to say hay to the boys." I said as I stepped into the living room.

Nick and Quackity were gaming on the couch. "good morning pandas." I said. I gave him the nickname since he was a baby. it has been his liveling animal for as long as we can remember.

"Dad!" he said as he looked up and run towards me, he gave a big hug. "hey honey, have you been good?" I asked as I looked at him. he smiled and nodded. "Mhm!"

"good to hear." I said. "Nick we're losing!" said Quackity as he handed Nick's controller over. "Sorry!"

I sat down next to the boys on the couch. "what are you playing?" I asked as I watched two cars kick a ball.

"We play Rocket League." said Nick. "yes and we are losing!" said Quackity worriedly. I chuckled at the concentration of the two.

"3...2...1...stop! game over!" came on the screen. "Fucking hell!" Quackity said quite loudly. "Q language!" called Bad from the kitchen. "sorry dad!" he said back.