George's pov
walk to my room at maybe 3am.
Clay follows
I'm not tired.
I reach my roomm and open the door.
"Your should've danced, all the lady's were waiting for you" clay says.
"Why didn't you dance?" I ask, "because I don't dance" he says, "I don't dance either" I say, "you could if you tried" he says.
"You could too" i say.
"Fine" he says and steps into my room, "now?" I ask, he nods, "I can't-"
I'm cut off by his hand on my waist softly, "oh god" I say placing my hand on his shoulder.
He locks our free fingers together and holds then a little away from our body's.
I stare up at him.
He steps to the right, i do too and accidentally stand on his shoe.
"Sorry" I whisper quickly, he smiles, "your to small to actually hurt me george" he whispers.
"I'm not small your just large" I say, he laughs and continues to step as we dance like drunk idiots.
Except we aren't drunk.
He spins me around and I trip on a book on the ground.
I fall back, clays arms wrap around my waist holding me up.
I wrap my arms around his neck quickly scared he'll drop me.
He laughs a little, then we both burst into laughter and he stands us up straight.
I let go of him as we laugh and he does too.
I fall onto my bed and he stands by the door after we've calmed down.
"Are you not tired?" He asks, "are you not tired?" I ignore his question, "I don't usually sleep" he shrugs, "I am I little" I whisper.
He stares at me for a while then opens the door, "goodnight" he says, "can you turn the light off?" I whisper.
He flicks the light switch off then leave the room and shuts the door.
I sigh and suit jacket and throw it on the ground, I untie my tie then get into bed.
~~~
I get woken up by the sound of people talking outside my door.
Then my door opens, I groan and rub my eyes open.
I sit up and look at my dad amd clay standing next to eachother.
It's my mother's birthday.
"George get up for gods sake" my dad says.
Clay leans the room.
"Well when you don't do anything all day you get used to doing nothing" I roll my eyes and sleepily get out of bed.
"It's your mothers-"
"I know, you don't need to remind me" I say while I unbutton the blouse I didn't take off last night.
"We're going to her memorial today" he says, "this was your idea?" I ask, "no, it's was your brother's" he says, "of course" I mumble pulling on a new suit.
"Why are you acting so much like a bitch?" He asks, "well maybe because you don't actually care about her, my mum, Johnathans mum" I say.
"I care very much" he says.
"No, but you don't, you can't even say her fucking name, you've completely forgotten about her, you just replaced her like nothing, every painting of her and us, gone, all her stuff, gone, every trace of her is gone dad, and you know why?" I yell.
He goes to argue back, "because you don't care, you don't think about anyone else other then yourself" I say, he slaps me across the face, hard.
"You listen to me son, if you don't shut the fuck up I'll have your head blown off just like hers was" he says grabbing the collar of my suit.
"You didn't try save her" I whisper.
"You just stood there" I whisper, he slaps me again.
"Hit me then" I whisper and he lets go of me.
Then just like that.
His fist hits my face like a bullet would.
I fall to the ground hitting my head and I'm out.
