A Match Made in Hell

8

"I should go." Clay said, wearing a thick coat and grabbing his keys from the table without even glancing at me.

"Where are you going?" I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Not that It's any of your business, but I have alot of shit to deal with. Especially with my b-" he stopped mid-sentence, "with George." He snapped.

"Chill, I was just asking." I put my hands in the air jokingly. What was up his ass today? He's never like this. "What happened?"

'Sorry', he mumbled.

"So, what happened?" I repeat.

"Just a Little disagreement. Everything will be fine." He shrugs it off. "Hopefully. I don't think George will make a big deal out of this."

"You have a pool of tears in your eyes." I walked up to him and he allowed a tear to slide down his cheek. The tall boy threw his head back and shut his eyes tightly. I walked over to him and wiped the tear on his face, smacking him on the shoulder jokingly, but aggressively.

I pulled him in for a hug, "everything's gonna be fine. George loves you, seriously." I laugh to cheer him up and boost his confidence a bit. "When you're not around, he never shuts up about you. When you have little arguments, he always comes up to me because he knows that you have already talked to me. He always asks me how you're doing and what you're up to." I chuckle.

"But what if it's not like that this time, nick?" He shivers. "I fucking love him, you know I do. I even hate the thought of being away from him."

"Stop with the what if's." I scoff. "Remember that one time in April when you guys had the biggest fight?"

He nodded. I know that was one of the worst months of his life, it was a bad one for all of us, they fought so many times.

"George immediately gathered all of us in a room a bawled his eyes out about how much he wishes he could die for hurting you. Even I started crying." He smiled. "He said that he regretted it so much and that he wished he could take it all back." I continued, "he kept bragging about how much he wanted to kiss you and started banging his head on walls because he thought you deserved better."

"He said that?" He wipes his eyes.

"Dude." I roll my eyes, "he says that every fucking day."

He laughs and his eyes are suddenly not so red anymore.

"He was so happy when you went back to talk to him that day. He showed up at my door and hugged me so tightly, thanked me and started crying tears of joy."

"I wish he knew how much he means to me." The blonde sighed.

"Trust me," I nodded my head, "he does. And as much as I don't want to make this a competition, he probably loves you more."

He smiled and pulled me in for another tight hug. "Thank you."

"Grow the fuck up, dude." I laughed at him, "get out of my fucking office, you don't want to keep him waiting."

"Yeah yeah, you're right." He dragged a hand down his face dramatically.

"It's going to be okay." I whispered as I closed the door.

"Thank you! Bye!" He yelled as he sprinted down the stairs. "I owe you one for this, I don't need to salary this month!"

"Get your ass out of my office, prick!"

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Dream and George are at dinner sorting their shit out, the girls are out with Punz and foolish, Quackity is spending time with that wilbur guy and Karl says he feels sick.