In your head- DNF

Ch 1

George's eyes scanned his ceiling. A look of pure boredom and frustration crossing his gentle features. What was he even doing? Sighing as he put an arm over his eyes he thought about what all his classmates must be doing. Summer of senior year. Off to college. Experiencing the last huzzah before everything changes. The sun glaring through his window, his forehead glazed with a light layer of sweat. Things should be different. He should be different. He slowly sat up, feeling his head spinning as he did so.

His life had been a flash of colors. Blue ones, red ones, yellow ones. People coming and going. Never staying. They were pink and orange and green. His feelings were a mess. Smudges on a paint pallet that would never get cleaned. Nothing ever got cleaned. Not his emotions, not his room, not his feelings. He clung onto his loneliness like a safety blanket. Never truly feeling stable. His eyes fluttered as he thought of all the things he would never experience. He would never get that feeling of excitement while sneaking out with friends. He would never get that nervous rush people got when dying their own hair behind their parent's backs. He'd been well behaved.

Until he wasn't.

He knew he wouldn't stay long. He'd always known he wouldn't stick around for the climax of his story. His story was one of emptiness, long nights in his room, alone. He lashed out a lot. His frustrations built up and his head would scream. And scream. And scream. He would scream too. Scream and scream and scream. What was he? Who was he? He doesn't know. How would he? He's never had the courage to find out. He traced the peeling wallpaper next to his bed. Faint music playing into his headphones as his fingers began clawing at the wallpaper.

Peeling.

Peeling it all back.

He slid on his shoes and trudged outside, going to the grocery store for chips and soda. He skipped along to his music occasionally, the rain drizzling on his face falling onto his lashes and plopping onto the bridge of his nose. He reached the grocery store, heading towards the soda section as he shook his head, trying to dry his chocolate brown hair. As he looked up, reaching for the soda, he recognized the man standing next to him. Clay. He had sat next to him in most of his classes due to their last names starting with the same letter. Despite the fact that he had sat next to him for nearly 4 years in most of his classes, they had never really spoken. Recognition flashed in Clay's eyes as he took in George in front of him. He smiled brightly, something unreadable coming across his eyes for a second. "Didn't think I'd see you here George, how are you?" George plastered a smile on his face "I'm good, thanks, how about you?" "Good, good, well I'll see you around George."

George scrunched up his nose as soon as Clay turned around, rolling his eyes and sighing when he realized they were all out of Sprite as he begrudgingly picked up lemonade instead. He nearly jumped when Clay tapped on his shoulder a second later. "The CVS next door sells sprite; I can drive you there if you want?" George hesitated before shrugging and agreeing to go along with him. As they drove for a few minutes Clay turned on some music, humming softly to the rhythm. George couldn't help but smile gently at the endearing gesture. Soon they pulled up to the parking lot and climbed out of the car, heading into the CVS and sure enough, there were a few bottles of sprite. He picked up a few and Clay held his basket, filled with various junk foods. Clay looked up suddenly, "George." "Yeah?" "Wanna get drunk and watch princess movies with me cause I really have nothing to do today and I feel like you don't either." George's mouth gaped open as he blinked at the blond for a few seconds. He burst out laughing. "Sure I don't see why not"