RainFall (DNF)

Chapter ATE

-Sunday, April 8th 2021; 10:43 AM-

George woke to a pounding in his head.

He groaned and sat up trying to remember anything from the night. Anything he might have done that he would regret.

He looks around to see Clay laying next to him his mouth slightly open and his lips red and puffy snoring.

The brunet looked down at himself and realized that he was still in the outfit from before. It was quite uncomfortable but he couldn't bother to wake the sleeping blond.

He pulled the cover off his legs and was about to move out of the bed when something pulled him down.

The shorter boy yelped at the sudden movement.

"No... Don't go yet..." Clay groans out. George sighs as he's being pinned down by the blond's large arm.

The pair just lay there, George waiting to be able to leave.

Clay sits up. "Hey do you need something for the hang over before you go?" He says his eyes still half lidded and his hair a mess.

George bites his lip.

"Yeah sure." The shorter says finally climbing out of the bed and Clay following suite.

"Here I'll go get them you can pack up your stuff." The taller says walking out of the bedroom.

The smaller groans and packs the few clothes he had taken out into his duffel bag. The door swings open and the brunet looks over to see the taller walk in with a bottle of advil and two glasses of water.

"Here." Clay says putting the bottle and the glass in front of the shorter.

"Thanks." George sighs as he takes both items and pours out two pills. He places them in his mouth and takes a large sip of water washing the bland tasting pills down his throat.

The brunet puts the glass of water onto the messy nightstand.

Suddenly arms engulf his body. Shocked he gasps.

"Sorry I'm just gonna miss you." Clay murmurs into the shorter's neck.

"It's fine It's not like I'm not gonna come back You can always text me you know?" The brunet whispers hugging the blond back.

"Okay you can leave now." The taller says pulling away and stepping back.

"Alright." George whispers picking up his duffel bag and walking out of the room. Just as he walks through the door he hears Clay.

"Text me when you get home." 

The brunet smiles at these words. Maybe friends were worth it.

George walked through the blond's house and out the front door. He walked down the concrete steps slowly. Dreading going home.

He walked to his car in the rain. Again with the fucking Rainfall.

The brunet opened his little red car's door and threw his duffel bag into the passenger side. He climbed into the front seat and closed the door quickly.

He decided the longer he put off going home the angrier his father was going to be so he turned on his car and drove the five minutes to his house.

As the brunet parked his car and turned it off he gulped. He grabbed his bag and climbed out of his little red car.

With shaky breath he walked up the two brick steps and tried the door handle. It was locked of course meaning that his father was most likely home.

The short boy took a deep breath and knocked on the door heavily. He waited a few seconds before his father appeared.