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

32. worry

George POV

26th of March.
School was going well, my relationship with Clay was amazing, our life was calm and normal. Since that little incident when Clay told me about his hurt feelings, we haven't had any problems. We had sex regularly, cuddled in bed almost every night and showed each other how much we loved each other.

We had celebrated Nick's 19th birthday on March 1st and had a lot of fun. We drank, we danced, we fucked our boyfriends,...yeah well, everything you'd do on your best friend's 19th.

I had started coding and created a YouTube channel. I streamed for already 5,000 people and uploaded videos sometimes. I coded different stuff in Minecraft or did speedruns.
I had offered Clay that we could buy him his own pc, so he could stream and play with me some times, but he refused.

He had actually talked to the coach,....or rather I told the coach to talk to Clay, and he's considering going to a sports university. His rugby skills improved a lot and he'd played big games before, after which a professional scout, or something like that, would come up to him and hand him his card.

So, everything was fine, right? We'd graduate eventually and then live a normal life like every other person. Clay would go to a sports university and I could go to college and improve my coding and programming skills. We'd be separated for some time, but we could visit each other and eventually,.....

No, actually, I was really scared. Scared I may not see him again for a long time and miss him. I was afraid we would grow apart or he would meet someone else. I was afraid that our relationship would be damaged. More scared than ever before.

I didn't talk to him about it, because I already knew his reaction and answer to it.
'I will always love you', 'I will never leave you', 'Don't worry', ....and stuff like that.

It was just....every time I looked at him, I saw the person I loved, the person I always wanted by my side, but exactly that made me also see someone who would eventually not be there anymore.
Once all those feelings overwhelmed me so much, I locked myself in the bathroom all night and cried. Cried about everything that was running through my head, about my worries, my emotions, everything.

Clay seemed worried, but never said anything about it again when I told him that everything was alright and never showed anything again.

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"Hey baby", Clay kissed my cheek before sitting down next to me on the couch.
I just smiled at him without a word. My eyes wandered down at him as I realized his naked body, only a towel wrapped around his waist. I had seen him like that before, but it always caught me again over and over.

"Are you okay? What were you doing?", he blinked at me.
"Nothing", I looked back to the floor, "Just thinking."
"About what?", he slid closer to me.
"You", I formed a little smile on my lips, lying.

"Of course you were", he kissed my cheek again before standing back up.
"What are you doing?", I looked after him as he made his way to the kitchen.
"Breakfast? I'm hungry", he said, disappearing behind the corner, "It's 1pm. Have you eaten yet?"
"No", I quietly answered.

"Toast? Or do you want boiled egg? Or scrambled eggs? Any wishes?", I heard his voice talking to me.
"Anything you want to make", I replied.
"Alright, I'll make some boiled eggs!"

My worries felt so unnecessary, but I couldn't do anything about it. I loved Clay so dearly, losing him would kill me. Back then when I had depression and was actually about to kill myself, Clay was the one saving me. Not only on the roof, but he also rescued my soul. He gave me his love, showed me that I was more than just a pathetic bullying victim that had no friends at all.

We went through so much in such a short time and every day his name was cut deeper and deeper into my heart. I needed him, I wouldn't know how to go on without him.
Clay was the love of my life,...no, he was even more than that. He was my life.

"Hey."
I frightened as I noticed a hand waving around in front of my eyes.
"Huh? What? Who?!", I looked around, noticing Clay frowning.
"George? Are you good? Do you have fever? Are you cold? Hot? Do you have a headache? Are you sick?", he sat back down to me, putting his hand on my forehead.

"Clay, I'm alright", I giggled, grabbing his arm to put it away.
"Then, what's up?", he gave me a worried glance, rubbing my thigh gently.
"Nothing, really. I'm just tired."

"You slept 14 hours, George, are you-"
"Yes Clay. I am okay", I smiled, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
I couldn't read his expression. Did he believe me? Was he even more worried now? Did he have a suspicion?

"The boiled eggs are done. I'll get dressed and will be back in a minute", he said, standing up and disappearing in the bedroom.
I sighed, letting myself fall on the couch back and relaxing my limbs.

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"George!", Nick yelled after me as I was just on my way to the car with Clay next to me.
I turned around, looking at the running boy with confusion.
"Hey, could I talk to you real quick?", he asked.
"Me or us?", I pointed to Clay and myself in turn.
"Only you please. Sorry Clay, I'll bring him back in just 5 minutes, alright? You can wait that long, can't you?"
"Uh, yeah, sure?", Clay looked as confused as me.

Quickly Nick grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me with him. We ran a few metres behind the school, making me worry a bit now about what he apparently wanted to talk to me about.
"Okay", he eventually stopped, letting go of me.
"What's up?", I raised an eyebrow, bringing my hands in my pockets.

"That's what I wanted to ask you Georgie", he crossed his arms in front of his chest, glancing at me seriously.
"Huh? What you mean?", I blinked at him.
"You think I didn't notice? I'm not stupid George! You're not alright, I don't care what you tell me, I know something's up! What is it? Are you and Clay fighting? Did you parents come back and did something dumb? Did someone hurt you? I know it must be something you can't talk with anyone about. But if it bothers you, George", he sighed quickly, "I am here for you."

"Nick, I-", I tried to find my words, "it's nothing. Really. I'm just-"
"Tired? Tell that someone else", he raised an eyebrow.

Was this someone Nick should be worried about? He didn't deserve to have to carry my problems over and over again. I didn't want to be a burden to my friends anymore. It was so much easier when everything was alright. If I just managed to show everyone that I was okay, no one would have to be worried.
...even though I wasn't. And again I ruined everything myself

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