In your head- DNF

Ch 2

George was lying down on Clay's bedroom floor, upside down with his legs on the bed while he played with Clay's Nintendo switch. Clay was eating cereal as he went on a rant on how refrigerator should be spelled refridgerator. Clay gently kicked George's arm "How are you still alive you've been upside down for like 15 minutes now." George shrugged "I'm just quirky like that I guess" Clay snorted and accidentally choked on his cereal. George finally sat correctly, taking a swing of the bottle of wine in front of him. Things had been so peaceful yet so wonderful lately. It wasn't the peaceful he was used to, it was the kind of peaceful that wrapped you in its arms and gave you a hug. Clay was just

Amazing

Clay would always give him the blue candy. He would always give him the last bite of the chocolate filled cone. He would sing him songs and giggle while doing it. He held his hand through panic attacks and told him everything sucked but that was okay.
Lately things had been okay. He was eating things besides chips and soda, with Clay's mom making various dishes and flicking Clay when he rolled his eyes at her requests to help her. Another thing that was better, Clay's family. His mother and sister were so lovely. His sister made George a few friendship bracelets and he absolutely loved them. Clay's mother was just as musical as her son, often humming as she walked around the house. When he was with Clay he was just...better. Things were easier.

He waved goodbye at Clay as he walked to his house, his steps getting heavier as he got closer. His home wasn't necessarily bad...it was just...empty. His parents were quiet, silently judging his every move. He was never close to either of them, often lashing out at them whenever they made a shitty attempt at guilt tripping him for not being good enough. Happy enough. Smart enough. His hands shook as he turned the handle to his house. Their heads turned as they saw him.
Hawks
Vicious birds.
Preying on the weak and small.
He realized two things at that moment.
1) he was weak and small
2) he was too big for this house
His mind was too fast for this slow home to keep up with him. He was no genius but his mind ran. It ran and it ran like he was running for his life. Like every moment was a race to the finish line that only ever got farther. They turned back to what they were doing, deciding they didn't want to acknowledge him anymore. He shivered as he went up to his room, closing the door gently as not to grab their attention. He hummed one of the tunes he had heard Clay listening to earlier
"And they call it... puppy love... oh I guess they'll never know..."
He spun gently, feeling imaginary hands hold his waist, before long the faceless dancer was Clay. His soft green eyes gazing down at him. George giggled, soon his soft giggles became hysterical, and before long they were screams.

He wanted him in ways that weren't sweet. Ways that were fucking horrible.

And he would have him.