George's pov
Clays dad is nice.
And he doesn't care that me and clay are being 'gay'
"Alright, come on, let's see if you can beat me now" clays dad smiles at clay.
"I was 8 when I last did this dad" clay laughs standing infront of his dad.
I watch as they playfight and eventually clay wins.
"Alright your turn George" clays dad says, "no way" I laugh, clay does too.
"Come on, I'll help you" clay nudges my arm with his elbow.
I shake my head, "I'm good with watching thanks" I say, clay lifts me off the chair anyway and I stand infront of him.
He puts his hands on mine and begins to force me to punch his dad, we all laugh.
I feel the happiest I've ever been in forever.
Clay kisses my cheek as he forces my fist into his dad's face lightly.
Although clays dad falls to the ground, "oh my god, George, that's some power!" He jokes.
I laugh and so does clay.
I rest my head back on clays chest laughs and he wraps his arms around my waist from behind.
We laugh and talk until clays dad has to leave for the business trip.
Clay and his dad hugs "see you round George" clays dad also wraps his arms around me tightly hugging me.
Surprised by the hug I slowly hug him back.
Was it that hard dad?
The past flicks through my mind like images until clays dad pulls away.
I try not to show the sudden hurt I'm feeling but I think clay realizes anyway.
After clays dad left I look at clay, "I think he cares about you" I whisper, clay gets up and wraps his arms around me tightly.
I hug back as a tear leaves my eye.
