concrete - dreamnap

part 11 - regrets / working on it (pt1)

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song: television / so far so good - rex orange county (i didnt write any of the song, but go listen to it on spotify!!)
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(nobodys POV)

"And we're home! I have a spare bedroom down the left hallway if you have any stuff you wanna put there." Luke said, closing his front door behind Nick. "Thanks! You're a life saver, literally." Nick smiled, walking to the room where he would be sleeping for the next week or so. He didn't know how long he'd be staying, or how long his 'grudge' against Clay would go on for. Days, weeks, months; he didn't know. He was feeling better, but deep down regret was sinking in. He knew his emotions got ahead of him, and he was regretting what had happened, even 10 minutes after. He already missed George's friendliness, Alex's stupid jokes, and Karl's lively energy. But most of all, he missed Clay. His smile, his hugs, even his voice he missed. But he knew he couldn't just walk back in, he would have to let it settle for a while. Nick almost wanted to message the others, but knew it was better for him if he didn't.

Nick walked into his room, putting his bag down on the floor next to his bed. He laid down, wondering what he would do. He didn't have his friends to talk to, his computer to play on, or anything, really. He just wondered if the others would come to see him. If they would just run into him in public, or if they actually came to Luke's house. But they didn't know Nick was at Luke's, so Nick wasn't expecting much. At least he had his phone, so he wouldn't be dead of boredom. Nick's phone already had tons of messages from George, Alex, Karl and Clay, asking where he was. He tried so hard to not reply, already feeling guilty.

(nick's POV)

I feel terrible. I know I shouldn't have walked out like that, and my emotions just got ahead of me. I'm just- why? Why would Clay do that? I was gonna tell him today, but I just guess he found someone else. But who was that girl? Was it his girlfriend? Just someone he met? But he would tell me. At least, I think he would. But if that was girlfriend, why would he not tell me? Do the others know? Is it just some cruel joke on me? I just.. I feel so bad. I saw Clay, but why was he sad? Was it just.. you know what, I don't know. But could it be- no, it couldn't. He couldn't have liked me back. But if he did, who was the girl? This is just so confusing. I'm- I just don't know.

**TIME SKIP AROUND 5 DAYS**

(nobody's pov)

"Clay, I promise he's okay. He's probably staying at a friend's house or something." George sighed, patting Clay's back. Clay's mood had dropped since the incident,  always feeling tired or just overall sad. He missed Nick with his whole heart, all he wanted was for him to come home. Clay was so unmotivated without Nick, waking up in the morning was almost a chore. George had tried his hardest to help, waking up Clay every morning and occasionally checking on him. He knew how sad Clay was, losing his best friend for what felt like an eternity. Everyone wanted Nick to come back, but nobody was as sad as Clay was.

"I-I know, I'm just scared. What if- what if he doesn't come back? I'm just really really hoping he does, I miss him." Clay said, speaking through tears. George hadn't seen Clay cry much, only two other times; one when he broke his arm, the other when he thought Nick was dead. "Clay, I'm promising you he's fine. And he'll definitely come back, he probably just needed some space for a week or something like that. But he'll be back soon. I know it." George consoled, hugging Clay. Clay hugged George, resting his head on George's shoulder. "Thanks George, I'm just really worried, I hope he comes back soon." Clay mumbled into George's shoulder. "Don't worry, he will." George said softly, calming Clay down. 

"Thanks. Should we- should we go work on the song now? It'll get my mind off.. this." Clay had recently been writing a song about Nick, to help get his emotions out. The band - minus Nick - was going to play the song at a local bar in a few nights. Clay knew Nick wouldn't be there; bars weren't Nick's thing. "Oh, sure! Only if you want to, though." George said. "Sure, let's go." Clay said, wiping his tears with his sleeve. The two got up, messaging Alex and Karl to come downstairs to practice with them.