George's pov
I laugh as I watch clay clean up the last of the mess then take a bite out of a slice of pizza and cross my legs, sitting on the counter.
"Stop eating it all" clay laughs and walks over to me grabbing my pizza and taking a bite out of it, "hey!" I say annoyed.
He stands by the counter infront of me then places his hands on my waist, I take my slice of pizza back and eat it.
"Get your own slice" I say, "there's no more, idiot" he says, I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, "snooze you lose" I say wrapping my legs around his waist.
"One bite?" He says, "you already had one" I say and lean away to look at him, "one more" he says, "fine" I say moving he pizza to his mouth and letting him bit my piece of pizza but instead, he eats it all.
"Asshole?!" I say, he laughs and carrys me to the couch wete he lays me down and lays on top of me, coveting my smaller body wih his large one.
Falling asleep in my arms.
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I wake up to the sound of moaning again.
Clay?
After all that?
I sit up and listen harder, it sounds like them.
Tears fill my eyes and fall down my cheeks, I wrap my arms around myself and bury my face in a pillow.
Letting the tears fall because of what I thought was something starting, but obviously not.
The moaning stops with a couple banging suddenly, then the bedroom door opens to clays room and someone steps in, "george?" Clay says concerned, he climbs in bed and pulls me close to him, "I thought it was you" I whisper, "it wasn't, it was my sister, it's ok" he whispers.
I continue to cry in his arms until no more tears will fall then I fall asleep.
~~~
Clays pov
I sit outside on a chair placed on the balcony, the cool morning ear almost making me shiver as thousands of thoughts run though my head.
I can't do this, I'll hit him, what if I fuck up? What if it happens again? No, george wouldn't do that.
I bring the cigarette to my mouth, breathing it in then pulling it out and blowing the smoke out of my mouth.
My sister comes out and sits opposite, "your smoking again?" She says, I don't answer, "whats wrong clay?" She sighs, "I don't want whoever was here last night here again drista, your 15, that's still too young" I ignore what she said.
"Says you" she answers, "and I regret it" I say, I regret it so much.
I was 15 when I got a girl pregnant, she was also 15, she had the baby at 16, when the baby was 3 and we were 19, she killed herself and the baby too.
We both fall silent.
"Its him, isn't it?" Drista says after a while, I let out a shaky breath, "clay, let him feel right to you, you can't do this forever, your lonely and scared" my sister says, "I never said I was doing this forever, I'm just-"
"Your scared clay, your scared to love him because your scared he'll do what she did-"
"SHUT UP" I shout, cutting her off, she stands and walks to inside, "it wasn't your fault clay" she says before leaving the apartment.
"Fuck" I whisper, letting my head dall back and shutting my eyes, hoping that my head will let me live for once.
Let me be happy.
