George's pov
"George, are you two awake?" I hear my mum say as we lay in bed together, "yeah" I say, "oh good, can you help me carrys some heavy boxes upstairs?" She asks, "at 10?" I say, "yes" she answers.
"I'll help you" clay sits up, I groan at how comfortable I was.
"George you stay here, you seem in a bitchy mood" my mum says, I scoff and cuddle into the blankets.
Clay leaves with my mum and I scroll on my phone.
About 15 minutes later my door opens and closes and someone enters.
I know it's clay so I don't look over.
He climbs back in bed and i feel his arms wrap around me from behind.
"Your mums cool" he whispers, "she's embarrassing sometimes" I say, he laughs a little.
I turn my phone off, "can you plug this in?" I whisper, he takes my phone and turns to plug it in.
Then he goes back to spooning me.
I close my eyes, my hoodie is pulled up a little and I feel on of clays warm arms slip under my hoodie.
"Does your dad know your here?" I whisper, "he's on a business trip for 2 weeks" clay whispers, "but the funeral?" I say, "he doesn't give a shit about anyone George, he only cares about money and work" clay whispers.
I don't answer because I've drifted off to sleep.
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I hear my bedroom door open quietly, "george" my mum whispers, "hmm" I him tiredly, "are you two going to school today?" My mum asks, I think for a second, "I don't think clay can take it yet" I whisper, "ok, see you after work" my mum whispers, "bye" I whisper and she leaves the room shutting the door.
I cuddle back into clays chest and hes still fast asleep.
He groans after maybe 2 hours of more sleeping from him and pulls me tightly to him.
"Good morning" he whispers, "morning" I whisper, I look up at him, he kisses my forehead, "your such a cute sleeper" he whispers, I laugh, "your so creepy" I say, he laughs, "I can't help it" he smiles.
"Why are you not at school?" He whispers looking at my alarm clock.
"Because I can" I say.
I roll onto my back and he kisses my neck softly.
"George, the charger!" I hear Henry shout.
"It's mine" I groan.
I unplug he charger and hide it under my pillow.
The door opens, clays arm is still under me, "George, give it" he says annoyed, "no, get the fuck out" I say, he walks over to where my charger usually is, I slap him in the face, "get out" I groan, he goes to hit me back but clay pulls me closer, I think my brother's intimated by how big cly is compared to him so he doesn't hit me.
"Where is it george?" He says, "why can't you use yours?" I ask, "because mine broke" he says, "your not taking it" I say, "I'll tell you boyfriend about your dad" he says, "he already knows you stupid fuck now get out" I say.
"Your a bitch you know" he says, "better hen ever being someone like you" I say, my brother goes to punch me but his punch hits clays hand instead.
"I think George sid you couldn't use his charger" clay says, "I fucking hate you george" Henry says, "I could say the same to you" I say, my bedroom door slams shut.
"I think you scared him" I laugh, clay chuckles
