Someone cares // No one cares part 2 || Dnf

1. new beginnings

George POV

16th of December. Cardboard boxes distributed in all rooms, some open, some still closed. Furniture, some already started to assemble and some still disassembled, scattered in a large room and paper with bills, lists, plans and telephone numbers all over the floor.
Loud breathing, small moans and fabric rubbing together can be heard in a room. It was me. Me and Clay. Making out.

There was a lot to do in our new apartment. We had already gotten up a few things, but we still weren't 100% sure about the setup. Clay's parents had helped us by giving us the numbers of good tradesmen, plumbers, etc., but we made slow progress with everything. Instead, besides studying for our final exams, we used our free time to make out. We haven't had sex in 2 weeks but we also survived without it. A lot had happened since my birthday.

Of course we didn't move out immediately. Clay had apparently looked at the apartment much earlier and gave me a little tour of the rooms. It wasn't a small apartment, but it wasn't huge either. Everything was perfect. There was a huge room which we chose as the living room. Right next to it is a perfect area for a kitchen.

One of the other rooms was quite large and we decided to make it our bedroom.
As soon as I entered the room, I could imagine exactly what it might look like. A large bed for both of us in the middle of the room, with the head on the wall. A bedside table on each side and our wardrobes opposite.
I also had the perfect furnishing in mind for the living room.

We spent a lot of time choosing furniture. We either went to furniture stores or searched the internet.
It didn't take long for us to spend loads of money (at Clay's parents expense, of course).

Nick and Karl had offered to help set things up, but we wanted to take care of that ourselves.
The first thing we took care of was the bathroom, which was finished after a few days. A nice corner shower, bath, toilet, sink,..., all of that.

Clay's parents have been a great help to us in many ways, like with the utility bills or the heating. We often came to visit them, either to ask questions about the apartment or just to talk. I grew very fond of both of them, almost as if they had become my own parents.

The apartment was about 4 kilometres from their house and our way to school was longer. But that wasn't a problem at all. We just didn't walk anymore, we just drove with the car.
The house in which our apartment was located was not particularly large. There were two other apartments and only one of them was taken, to some rich old guy who rarely came. You know, those rich people who put their money into houses and apartments to keep the bank from overflowing?

I was 18 and independent. My parents couldn't command me anything anymore. I haven't seen them or talked to them since the fight about me being a miscarriage for them.
So they also didn't know about the moving. I actually just didn't want to see them again. I was happy about how things were and when I had Clay by my side, I had nothing to be sad or worried about.

The exams were, of course, child's play for Clay. Anything but that for me. I was under constant pressure to study and felt stressed out all the time.

"What if I won't be able to graduate?"
"What if I'm failing????"
"I can't do thisssss!!!"
"I will never pass the exams!"

I was panicking over every single subject I had to write an exam about. Luckily, I had that amazing man who always helped me with the problems I had. He explained to me what I didn't understand, even if it took all day until I finally would. He didn't care that I wanted to study all the time, all he did was being supportive and trying to calm me down when I was having a breakdown.

And then sometimes here and then, we had a little fun and forgot about the school stress.

Also, neither of us had any idea what we wanted to do after graduation. I kept telling Clay to try becoming a rugby or football player, but he kept saying he wasn't good enough.
Bullshit! Bullshit, I tell you! He made immense progress in school training. In his free time he even would sometimes go out to the park with some of the guys and play a bit to try new techniques.

He always made an effort and seemed to enjoy it immensely. He was also able to lift more and more, I wasn't familiar with that, but 130 kilos is a lot, in my opinion.

I kept on watching them at training, of course. I always liked the view of my boyfriend sweating and moving in hot ways. Above all, the moments when he took off his shirt. Yeah, I loved my boyfriend.

Also, Clay's parents had offered me money for a driver's licence, but I declined, because I wouldn't be able to concentrate on learning for that while also having to study for the exams. I decided that I would think about it when I had graduated.

We haven't had any trouble at all for a whole month, which surprises me quite a bit, but of course I'm not complaining. No one was trying to break us apart, to hurt us or to destroy our lives. We had had a rough and exciting time, but now everything would calm down and we'd be able to live a normal life. Like,...I thought that, alright....

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Welcome to the second part of no one cares <3

(fanart of this chapter, cr: @qnfsiblings on twitter)