George's pov
I can't believe all of us are now getting wasted, well, me and clay aren't but nick, karl, wilbur and Alex, one of clays friends that came over, are though.
I sigh and walk to my bedroom, only to find a girl sleeping in my bed, not the girl that clays sleeping with but someone else.
"Clay?" I yell, "shhh, my sister" clay appears in the hallway, "why is she in my room?" I ask looking up at clay who's standing opposite in the doorway of my room.
We're close, too close.
"Because my dad's an asshole, she just needs somewhere to stay for while" clay says, "why can't she sleep in your room?" I ask annoyed, "because your sleeping in my room" he says, "why?" I ask, "because if my parents come looking for her they can't barge in your room, your room has a lock on the inside, mine doesnt" he says.
I sigh, "I need cloths" I say, "I'll get you some" he says, "fine" I answer and walk to his room.
He comes back with peer of sweatpants, boxers and a hoodie.
He leaves, shutting the door behidn him then I get dressed out of my dirty clothes and into new clothes.
My curiousness gets he better of me as I sit in his bed in silence for a while.
I walk around his bed, facing away from the door and open one of the drawers in clays bedside table.
Photos, most of them are him and nick, they look like they were taken when they were in highschool, some of them are taken drunkily, others are of the two of them making out with eandom girls, some of clay and nick in there football uniform, some of clay passed out on the couch or half naked in bed.
I close the drawer and open the next one.
Jesus.
XL condoms and lube, cigarettes, a lighter and a vape.
"What are you doing?" I hear clays voice, I jump, gasping from getting a fright and slam the drawer shut, collapsing behind the bed so he can't see me.
"Looking for...for a charger" i wince at my bad lie, "your phones sitting on the counter, fully charged" clay answers, I hear the bedroom door close and footsteps walking around in the bedroom.
I don't move from behind the bed, hugging my knees in embarrassment.
He walks around the bed topless and a new peer of sweatpants then sits next to me.
"Did you find the charger?" He asks, I squeeze my eyes shut then open them and look up at me next to me.
"No" I say, "What'd you find then?" He asks, I groan and let my head fall back on the bed.
"Don't worry, I also snooped around around in your room, lube, cigarettes and a lighter" he says, "what?" I say, he smirks, "asshole" I say.
A silence fills the room, not a awkward one, a comfortable one.
"You vape?" I ask, "no, not anymore at least" he says, "you smoke?" He asks, "when im stressed" I shrug, "same" he answers.
I look over his face, "when I kissed you, can you forget that?" I say, "no" he answers, "please" I say, he stands and walks into the bathroom "no, I will never forget" he says.
"Asshole" I whisper to myself and stand, climbing in his comfortable bed.
