love doesn't taste good // dnf

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tw-    
under eating,
smartwhip.

                 (clay and nicks pov)

"so much happened guys, your never believe it all.." that's all the group could understand, clay was talking extremely fast. "are you high" alex joked, the strange phone call with clay ended meaning he must have hanged up after that question.

"well that was weird" george stated, "yeah i've got no idea what he said, im sure he was high or something." alex mentioned. "i'll go check on him, he's almost never sick and you know what clays like when shit goes downhill." nick sighed.

"yeah it's best someone checks on him, we don't want a repeat of last year." karl mentioned. last year was a sensitive subject for everyone but especially clay.

"i'm gonna go check on him, sign me out of school— i'm not getting another detention for that" nick spoke. he practically sprinted out of school and towards his best friends house.

he arrived at the blondes house and knocked on the door, there was no answer. he quickly got bored of waiting so he headed to the park and assumed clay would be there.

the brunette walked into the park and looked around, clay was soon spotted— i thought he was sick? he pushed all my thoughts aside and walked towards clay.

"hey man! wasn't you sick?" he spoke up. "yeah i feel shit but i needed some fresh air, you know?" the blonde replied. "then what's behind your back? nick questioned, "damn is this 21 questions?" he sassed. "yeah— now answer the question"

"okay fine— i've got a smartwhip but i only got it so i can't feel anything, especially the pain of my sickness" he expressed, but quickly the brunette snatched the can and a balloon . "nick cmon give it back" he begged, but expectedly nick filled the balloon and inhaled it.

the boys lost track of time and school had ended a couple hours ago. the only noises coming from the park was a few birds but much louder laughs could be heard from the two teenage boys.

'"i'm glad we did this" clay mentioned. "me too" the shorter boy replied. that moment was quickly ruined when the blonde threw up. "damn so you really are sick" he spoke. "told you— now let's go because i'm currently sitting in my own sick". the pair of boys went home.

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(clay and george's pov)

the door slammed shut. "clay— honey is that you?" a sweet voice called out. "yeah" there was a short pause before he continued "yeah mum it's me clay.. i'm going to sleep" he rushed upstairs, not waiting for a response. "okay, sleep well!!" she replied.

he went into his bedroom, closing the door as he entered.

clay felt like messaging george, so that's exactly what he did. he kept it simple saying "georgee". shortly after he closed his eyes waiting for a response.

10 minutes later, a message appeared on his phone "clayyy" from george. he shot a smile and typed back "wanna ft??". george replied almost instantly, like he was waiting for him to
message back. "sorry im rly tired but we can ft in the morning??" that seems reasonable. "sure" clay typed before closing his eyes.

he fell asleep within minutes.

clay woke up at around 2pm, checking his phone became apart of his morning routine. he opened his phone and quickly read the notifications, the blonde rubbed his eyes thinking he read it wrong, '12 missed calls from george'

he rushed to explain himself and apologised for sleeping in "sorry i just woke up but wanna ft?" a response was back within minutes. "it's fine, im out with karl but ft when im home?" clay sighed. "sure" shortly after the convo died down.

clay began his day and headed downstairs, noticing his mum home they both smiled at each other. he headed into the kitchen and made a small meal. he brought his food back to his bedroom before putting a movie on.

an hour had past and it was 3pm, the movie clay had put on finished but he hasn't had a bite of his food.

he quickly got changed and headed to the gym, clay had always thought being the star of a football team meant 'he needed the perfect body with a 6 pack' of course that isn't true, but it's what clay truly believed so he worked out for hours.

clay returned home after finishing a long workout, he checked his phone but the only notification was from alex. he opened the snap and it was streaks, he quickly sent a snap back and began to turn his phone off.

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i'm sorry for not updating in a while, i've been focused on school.

why does clay want to call george so bad?? and be prepared because his storyline is gonna get sad soon.

for anyone wondering, smartwhip is a drug inhaled by a balloon.

vote on this chapter if u want :)