Flower boy

22. Hickeys

Clays POV:

The sunlight hit my face as my eyes fluttered open. I was just about to sit up when I felt two arms holding me back.

"Your not going anywhere", a voice mumbled. A small chuckle escaped my lips. "George, we have to get up"

He mumbled back a no and tightened his grip around me. "Pretty please Georgie?", I pleaded. I felt him twitch out of surprise.

A shit eating grin spread across my face. "So you like my pet names?"

He didn't answer. "Why aren't you answering me Georgie? Cutie? Honey? Pretty boyyy?", I teased knowing I was gonna get a reaction out of him.

He sat up and groaned. "Fine. I'm up, just quit the pet names", his faced flushed red. I sat up as well and pecked his cheek.

"Good morning cutie", I pulled him in for a hug. "Shut up", he giggled. I let out a dramatic gasp. 

"Is this how you treat your boyfriend when he says good morning", I said fake pouting and crossing my arms.

He smiled before giving me a small kiss on the lips. "Okay I guess that makes up for it", my face cracking into a smile.

But our little moment was soon interrupted by memories of yesterdays events. "I'll see if I can get my dad to make you and your family stay until the wedding takes place", George explained.

I nodded, i really didn't want to leave George and I knew he didn't want to leave me either. Which was good, but there was still a constant worry somewhere inside me.

But I ignored it most of the time.

"But we have to get out you out of here, somehow", he stood up. The house was still quiet but his parents could be right outside the door.

His face lit up. "You can climb out the window!", he exclaimed. I felt a spark of fear inside of me. I absolutely despised heights.

"Is there any other way except the window?", I asked. He looked at me in slight confusion. "Why can't you climb out the window? Wait are you scared?"

I laughed nervously. "What me? Scared? Pftt no never, since when have I ever been scared? What is even scared? Why are we talking about this?", I always start rambling about stupid shit when I nervous.

He walked up to me slowly. "You know, It's okay to be scared", he put his hands on my cheeks.

My eyes widened and I didn't know what to say. No one has ever told me that before, I've always just bottled my feelings and worries up and ignored them. I just felt that my feelings didn't really matter and I didn't want to burden anyone with them.

But that kinda changed when I met George.

"I just feel that, heights is kinda a stupid thing to be afraid of", I looked down nervously shuffling my feet.

He laughed softly. "Heights is a pretty normal fear and heights are really scary, I have to admit"

Then he pulled me into a hug before giving me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Besides i have great fear of spiders, once I sat on the kitchen counter for like and hour because I'd seen one", he giggled.

George had managed to find some bed sheets that he was tying together to make a rope. "It's like we're living in a book", i spoke.

He thought about it for a second. "Yeah, it really is like we're in a book. It's kinda weird but still kinda cool"

Now the window was fully opened and George threw the rope over the windowsill. I nervously walked up to it.

"Just look at me the whole time and don't look down", he said helping me out the window. I glanced down quickly but regretted it immediately.

We we're really high up, at least like 12 meters to the ground. But there was no other way out of here so I had to do it.

I didn't notice my breathing started to get faster until George put his hand on my shoulder.

"You can do this Clay", he assured me. I took a deep breath and started climbing down. George had peeked his head out of the window, so I could focus on something else except how high it was.

Finally my feet touched the ground, sighing of relief. "You did great!", I heard George yell from the window.

I smiled at him. "Thanks! but I got to go now! Bye!", I started walking.

"Bye Clay! I love you", he yelled and waved.

"I love you too!"

-time skip-

Finally I came home and I opened the door. "I'm back!", I yelled hoping the rest of my family was home.

"Good morning!", my mom said before her head turned to my neck. "Oh uhm..Clay you have something on your..neck", I heard her suppress a small laugh.

Drista walked into the room. "Morning-", her jaw dropped before she could even finish the sentence. Before she started laughing.

"GEORGE GAVE CLAY HICKEYS", she cried before falling onto the floor dying of laughter. My face flushed red of embarrassment and I covered my face with my hands.

In the corner of my eye I saw my mother giggling a bit as well. "There's concealer in the bathroom so you can cover it up, it's in the cabinet in my makeup bag", she said and pointed to the bathroom.

Quickly I scurried to the bathroom and found the makeup bag. I assumed that the little cylinder that said 'concealer' was what she was talking about.

I opened it and applied it to the purple marks. Firstly smearing it out with my fingers in a hope to blend it, before giving up on that technique.

Grabbing the nearest brush in hope it make ur blend better. My neck looked better now, the purple marks barley visible.

I stepped out into the living room again where Drista fidgeting with a bottle cap from her trinkets collection. She saw me walk in and stood up.

"Have you got the cassette?", she asked and reached out her hand. I pulled the cassette out of my pocket and handed it to her.

She smiled at me before heading into our room, mumbling something along the lines 'everything is going according to plan'.

Before doing something else I couldn't help but think of George.

I wonder how he was doing

——————————————————————-

Words: 1086

Haha hickeys, nice

Drink water and sleep <3

I love you!!!!!