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Clay POV

Those past week have been- changing me?
I don't understand why I suddenly feel all fussy and happy when I see George.

Can it be love?
I've been spending time with George a lot, but can I really fall in love with him that fast? Can I really feel hurt when he does that shit?

Is it possible?

I can't leave him alone anymore.. not after what happened.

George told me to leave him alone, to not get closer to him, to not follow him but how can't I?

How can't I follow him, when he can constantly be in danger? How can I not get closer to him, when he looks at me with those eyes? How can I leave him alone, when all I wanna hear is his voice?

I look around the corner and watch George drinking. He has been sitting there for ages after taking a drug.

His friends are around him, also David.. he better doesn't lay a finger on him. I won't be standing here and watch something bad happen to George.

He has gotten all red and is laughing at something I can't hear. He does look pretty drunk but I'm not sure if he actually is.

I'm tried and I actually want to go home but I ain't trusting them with George. My heart immediately raises to 100 when I see David sitting himself next to George.

Without thinking, without breathing or talking.. I walk over to them. "Hey George!" I smile at him as I sit down between David and George.

"what are you doing here?" he laughs as he stares at me. He smells like alcohol and is laughing while looking at my face.. he is drunk.

"who is that?" His friend gather around us "oh this-" he slightly slaps my cheek "is Clay." George laughs.

"He's good looking, ain't he?" he looks at me "stop touching him-" David was about to remove George's hand.

"don't fucking touch him." I glare at him which made him move away. Of course he's scared of me.

He's a drug addicted person with nothing than bones. While I'm a completely healthy person who slightly works out.

"He's a little weird, but that's okay." George whispers over to them but way too loud, which made me laugh.

"don't worry, its cute." George whispers in my ear. "Did he drink that much?" I ask his friends "he drank five bottles." someone laughs.

That explains everything.

After awhile his friends moved away from us and continued doing their stuff. I look at George who's staring at his bottle and feel myself falling.

Falling for him.

George looks up at me, his eyes almost closing, and focuses his eyes on mine. His eyes move away from my eyes and down to my lips where they stay.

They don't move or blink.
His eyes constantly stay on my lips.

When he suddenly pushes me against the couch and sits himself on top of me, making my hands automatically move down to his hips.

I stare with wide eyes at him but he doesn't care. He grabs my face and puts his lips on mine making me gasp.

He moves his lips alone since mine won't move. I feel how my heart beats fast, my eyes slowly get closed and my lips move on their own.

My hands move around his back and his arms get thrown around my neck as he pulls himself closer into my lap.

His tongue slides into my mouth and I taste the whisky which I usually hate, but now its something else.

At least I thought so.
Because when I tasted the alcohol, I also remembered that he's drunk.

George doesn't know what he's doing and as much as I love this, I've to break it.

I pull him away and see the need in his eyes.
He heavily breaths in before he was about to kiss me again but I put my hand on his mouth.

He pulls my hand down.
"why did you stop me?" he tilts his head "you're drunk." I sigh "whats the problem?" he asks.

"Kiss me like that when you're sober, okay?" I smile at him "I can do it now and when I'm sober." he smirks at me.

I look over his shoulder to see David glaring at me. "Why don't you sleep over again?" I ask George "why should I?" he asks.

"why not?" I wink at him "I wanna stay a little more." he says "okay, I'll wait." I say as I lean back and wait for George to get off.

But he doesn't.

"what are you waiting for?" I ask "nothing." he says "don't you wanna go to your friends?" I ask "no, I just wanna stay here."

"aha.." I make as I feel a laugh coming up but I could push it back down.

I would've kissed him and touched him- if he wasn't drunk. I would've done many things if he wasn't drunk.

Since the moment he sat down all I've been breathing is alcohol, pure alcohol. I look at George who's staring at other people.

Then he starts to move in an inappropriate way which makes me feel something. I sigh as I wait for him to stop, which he doesn't.

I grab his hips "stop moving like that-" I whisper "hm? what's wrong?" he innocently tilts his head.

"You know what you're doing, don't you?" I stare into his eyes "no idea what you're talking about." he moves.

"I said stop it-"
"Why should I?" he raises an eyebrow.

If I move him away now, everyone will see.
If I get up, he won't cover me.

George got me trapped.
He continues to move, 'dancing' to the music, without daring a look at me.

I let my forehead fall down on his chest.
"please George, you're killing me-" I whisper and feel how his hand moves to my cheek and his head goes down to my ear.

"That's what you get for not kissing me."
I look up to him "we can kiss at mine." I smile up at him "you embarrassed kissing me here?"

"no- its just-" another lie doesn't come up "don't mess with me Clay." he moves.