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

25. overdramatic

George POV

I ran as fast as I could, letting the little tears flow down my cheeks. I didn't know where, I didn't know for how long. Right now, I hated everyone. Everyone and everything. And especially myself. For the reactions I had to a simple stupid expression.

Eventually I found myself in the small forest in our environment. I ran deeper into it, stopping on a random tree and letting myself slide down the trunk.

Maybe I just needed to cry right now. I needed to be sad. About everything. Letting it all out.
My insecurities, my stress, my worries.... And maybe just for no reason.
Sitting on the ground, I pulled my legs to my chest and buried my face in my crossed arms.

A few seconds after crying in silent I heard a soft "George" from behind me.
"Hey", I heard someone kneeing down next to me.
"Go away. I don't want you near me right now", I sobbed quietly, not looking up.
"There's nothing between me and Corpse, I promi-"
"Shut up!", I pushed up my head and stared Clay deeply into the eyes, "I don't care! I don't want to hear it! Just leave me the fuck alone! I don't want to talk to you!"

"Please listen to-", he tried to talk to me.
"Please Clay, just leave. I need a few minutes", I let my tears get control over me again and buried my head back in my arms.
For about 30 seconds, I heard no noises anymore. I didn't know if he was still next to me or gone. I hadn't heard him leaving, so I supposed he was still here.

Suddenly I felt a big hand caress my back. Slightly angrily I looked up slowly, preparing myself to yell again.
But all I saw was a sad looking face glancing at me. He then gently put his head on my shoulder, breathing evenly.

I always liked when Clay touched me, I loved it. Now...it felt weird.
"Why won't you finally leave...", I mumbled.
"Because I love you", he said softly, "I won't ever leave you. Never. If you like it or not, I will stay with you. No matter what you think of me, I will always love you and want to be with you whenever it's possible. So, I don't care if you believe me what I'm saying or want me to leave, I will stay here, by your side."

For a few minutes we then just sat there. I had let my head fall back down on my arms and calmed down. Clay stayed in his position, not making any noises.
"You smell good", I eventually mumbled quietly.
We both looked at each other at the same time. I expected him to say something, but he didn't. He just...looked at me. With his green, beautiful eyes.

"I didn't like how well you got along with each other. You both are amazing and very attractive guys, so I thought...maybe...maybe I'm getting too boring for you. I would've totally understood if you chose Corpse...I'm just so overdramatic. It's so pathetic, I'm sorry", I clenched my teeth.

Clay stared at me like a thousand thoughts would rush around in his head.
"Wanna know something?", he finally said, slightly smiling.
"Hm?", I raised an eyebrow.
"When I didn't like Corpse that much before...at the beginning...I was the one thinking like that. I was incredibly jealous. Not just because he's an attractive guy and stuff, but also because it seemed like you had so much fun with him. I seemed boring to myself. Whenever I see you being happy with other people,...my head's telling me that you don't need me and that I actually am so much less than I always see myself."

He spoke slowly and his voice sometimes trembled.
"He's my cousin", I frowned with a scoff.
"Well, not in blood...actually. He's- you guys- argh, fuck. I don't know", he threw his head back, against the tree trunk, and squeezed his eyes shut.

"You were jealous of him?", I bit the inside of my cheek.
"Yes", he sighed.
"Wow. So, we both were idiots then?", I let a little smile get on my lips.
"I guess so", he smiled wholesomely at me, his head still leaned on the trunk.

After about 5 minutes of just staring at each other, I whispered: "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. I was being stupid. Really stupid. I should've noticed earlier", Clay looked away.
"Well, but now we both know", I sighed.
"Hm"

"Hey, you got really muscular recently by the way. Probably because of the rugby training", I randomly threw into the conversation, my eyes on the grass.
"Thank god you noticed that. I realized that a few days ago too and thought that you hadn't noticed any difference. But you did", he smiled broadly.
"Oh", I giggled, "Well, I really like it."

"Oh, do you?", my favourite expression formed on Clay's face, probably causing my cheeks to blush.
He leaned forward, moving closer to my face.
"I love you too by the way", I smiled slightly, looking at his lips.
Clay exhaled heavily, locking his eyes on mine.
"Do you want to kiss me?", he finally whispered.

"You don't have to ask that", I quickly said before pressing our lips together.
We pulled each other close, letting our body language accompany the kisses.

"Let's go back. It's really cold", I eventually pulled away, laughing quietly.
"Yeah", Clay giggled, getting up with me.
We walked back home, arms wrapped around each other, and stayed silent.

"Hey", Corpse stood up from the couch with a jerk as we entered the apartment.
"Hello Corpse", I smiled, sitting down with my boyfriend.
"Are you okay?", he gave me a worried look.

"Yes", I glanced at the floor, thinking of what to say.
"Listen", Clay finally began talking, "We both made each other really insecure by...having a good time with you...and-"
"Oh", Corpse interrupted him, widening his eyes.
"Well, and I don't want you to get wrong signals or something. I hope it didn't seem to you like I...would've tried to....", Clay pointed with his finger at him and my cousin.

"What? Ah, I- no, no, no!", Corpse waved his hands quickly, "I have a girlfriend!"

What?
Clay and I stared at each other.
"Well, why didn't you tell me?!", I glanced at Corpse.
"I thought it wasn't that relevant", he shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh my god", I let my face fall into my hands, "I'm so dumb."

"That makes everything a lot more different and easier", Clay huffed.
"I'm really sorry. I never wanted to make anything difficult for you guys or make you feel bad for unnecessary stuff", he tried to apologize.
"No, I mean, it's absolutely not your fault!", I said, "We were being...jealous boyfriends...."

The next few minutes were incredibly awkward. We were all just sitting there, overthinking.
How chaotic. Gosh....

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