George's pov
I sit on the counter as wilbur walks around the kitchen talking, I laugh at what he said as clay opens the door, letting a woman step in first then he walks in himself.
Clay looks at me then wilbur, "leave?" Clay says, "no, you leave" I say, "suit yourself" he says walking to the bedroom.
"Ugh, let's go" I say, "why?" Wilbur asks, "you dont wanna know" I say grabbing him and dragging him, pulling him out of the apartment.
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Clays pov
I hear the door open and 2 am and laughing, drunk laughing, I walk out of my bedroom and look at george and some other guy that definitely isn't his friend that he left with.
The guys hands are on George's waist and he's kissing his neck, george is so wasted he doesn't even have a clue that this guy is about to fuck him wether he likes it or not.
"Get off him" I say, he looks up at me, "who are you?" The guy asks, "doesn't matter, get off him before I do it for you" I say, "dont be a party pooper" george laughs, "shut up george" I saygrabbing his hand and pulling him away from the guy.
"Fuck off" I say, the man rolls his eyes then walks off, I help george to his bedroom then to his bed where he struggles drunkily against me then passes out.
I sigh and walk back to my bedroom.
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I wake up to someone opening my bedroom door, "clay, What'd I do?" He groans and falls on my bed.
I rub my eyes and look over at him, "go away" I say, "no, I have the biggest hangover and that means I was drunk clay" he says, "you came home with someone-" he cuts me off, "oh no" he groans, "you came home with someone who obviously had the intentions of having sex with you wether you wanted that or not-" he cuts me off, "what?" He says concerned now, "nothing happened, I told him to get out then helped you to bed" I say.
"Yeah but was I embarrassing?" He asks, "you were drunk" I sigh, "now get the fuck out" I say, "your bed is so comfortable though" he says, "fine, but your out if you snore" I groan.
He definitely doesn't snore.
It's been 4 hours and george lays next to me in bed, he may be he most beautiful boy I've ever seen.
His breath is quiet and calming, his peaceful breathing makes me want to fall asleep but I can't stop staring at him.
A piece of his hair falls in front of his face and he moves on his back and rubs his eyes until they open.
He looks at me, "we're you watching me?" He asks, "no" I laugh, "you were, you creep" he laughs a little, "it's hard when you look like that when you sleep" I say, "like what?" He says, "like a pretty boy" I say, "am I not that always?" He says offended and moves on his side again, "hmm no, now that I'm looking at you, I take pretty boy back" I say, "asshole" he whispers.
I look over his face, suddenly a sexual tension growing as he looks at my lips, he leans over and presses our lips together.
I don't kiss back and he pulls away quickly, an awkward silence filling the room, "I gotta go" he finally says and leaves the room.
