Rain Fall / dnf

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I don't even knock. I ran right in, Clay waiting right at the door for me.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"No I'm not fucking okay, Leo could be unconscious somewhere! So could Wilbur!"

"They're fine," Sapnap speaks up, "Wilbur is with Finn and Leo is with Daniel in a hospital. They're fine George"

"Clay somethings going on with Leo..." I say, looking at clay.

He puts a hand on my waist as he runs a few comforting circles on it.

"George I'm sure everything is okay. Punz is high and probably drunk. He's not thinking straight and you know that. We can skip school in the morning, but let's just go to sleep" he says softly.

"Holy shit you guys had sex," Sapnap says.

"What?" Clay asks confused.

"The hand placement, the rubbing of the skin, the look in your eyes— you had sex!" Sapnap laughs "I knew it"

"Oh my god..." I say quietly.

"Sapnap go to sleep or something" Clay scolds.

I take a paper out of my pocket, bringing it into his hand.

"What's this?" He asks turning to face me.

"How many letters I've received over the past four years. I was on the phone with the twins the other day and they mentioned my parents sending me letters. I haven't gotten any so I went to Tubbo and asked for a printout of how many letters have been sent, delivered, and taken out." I say, pointing to a number on the page as he looks at it.

George Founders- compartment 9204

Past day- 0
Past week- 3
Past month- 12
Past year- 103
All the time- 230

All packages or any mail have been delivered and taken from 9204.

Stolen- 0
Returned- 2
Never came- 6
Sent- 18

"If you've had 230... then where are they?"

"That's the fucking point, where are the letters? Is someone taking them or something!?" I say.

"Okay— this is a lot right now. Maybe we can just lie down and think about it in the morning." Clay folds the paper and slips it into his pocket.

"Yeah dude, I have no fucking clue what you just said. So that means you need sleep" Sapnap says.

"He was drinking" Clay adds, "he's fucked"

I nod slowly, "Okay.. okay in the morning..."

"Okay, good" Clay smiles "Come on"

He leads me to his bed and we lay down. We lay under the covers, his arm wrapped around my slim waist, and my head resting lightly on his shoulder near his neck..

I feel his hand lift under my sweater, rubbing circles into my waist.

"I have practice in the morning, but I can wake you up when we leave," he whispers.

I look at him and nod, "Okay"

"I'll talk to punz in the morning" I add, "I can't be a hypocrite"

"Yeah... but you have some right to be a little upset. I mean we heard your whole conversation" Clay whispers, "just.. whenever you're upset or you need to go somewhere you promise you'll come here? I mean I could give less of a shit if we're— fighting or something." He chuckles, "I just want to make sure that you're alright"