Is This True Love? (DNF)

Chapter 20: Making Out

Hmm, I wonder what happens in this chapter. 🤔
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Clay POV.

“He’s making out with Fundy.” I spoke, feeling disheartened  as I watched the livestream on TikTok. It showed George’s living room where he was sitting on his boyfriend's lap and making out with him. We didn’t get a close up, it was behind his back but you could tell what the pair were doing and it annoyed me.

After hearing the conversation between Karl and George while watching this earlier it really made me think. The way he was talking about me in the car made me feel as though he loved me, or had some love for me. I don’t know how I felt about that. It seemed strange that a person who I had seen on TV my whole life loved me.

For a few minutes I moped. I was upset about the fact that I thought we were forming some sort of connection and he was using me as motivation for a make-out session to prove that he wasn’t in love with me. It was strange.

A knock echoed on the door. I glanced over, turning off the livestream before saying that the person there could come in. unsurprisingly it was Niki, who studied my expression for a moment before smiling sympathetically. “Are you okay?” She asked. “I heard you muttering to yourself.” In her hands was a pile of folded laundry which she was probably bringing me.

“I’m just a bit annoyed.” I admitted to her with a sigh. “It’s stupid though. You probably don’t want to hear about it.” My gaze turned back to my phone.
Her face stayed the same with the exact same sympathy filled smile. “If you want to, you can tell me anything. I am a really good listener.”

“Seriously?” I asked her, glancing back over. I sat myself up on the bed and slowly shimmied closer to the edge. Without a word the blond woman took a spot next to me.
“If I didn’t end up being an actor here I would have probably been a therapist.” She told me. “I am pretty great with advice.”

“Well…” I was about to begin, about to tell her my thoughts and slight annoyances but I caught myself. She was studying me without a word. I knew exactly where the camera was in this room, and despite the fact that there was something else to watch it could cut away to me at any time, since it had done that in the past.

She seemed to realise what was causing my hesitation and so she offered a hand out to me. “How about we talk in my room?” She offered. “It is probably a lot better than your own one.” I didn’t say anything, just giving a nod and standing up.

“But I don’t know Niki. if the camera will pick up our conversation from my room then it will surely be picked up in yours as well.” I tried to reason. She shook her head.
“That won’t happen Clay.” Her voice was reassuring. “There are no cameras in there, and I always leave my ear piece on a table in the hallway to charge.”

“But I thought that there were cameras everywhere.” I muttered, feeling confused. “Why wouldn’t there be a camera in your bedroom?”
“Since George is never in there. He’s been in the living room and the kitchen and the guest room, but never in my bedroom.”

I guess that made sense, and so I didn’t say anything else as she opened the door for me and I went into her nice neat bedroom. It looked as though it had been neatly made this morning, and as though she hadn’t done a single thing in here since then. “So what are you wanting to tell me Clay?” She asked. “I’m assuming it’s something about George.”

“It’s probably stupid.” Honestly I wouldn’t admit this to most of the people in my life, yet there was just a trustworthy aura coming from the blond woman. “But I feel that after just knowing George for a few weeks that maybe I…” I went silent, not sure how exactly to word it.

For what felt like hours I didn’t say anything. Just thinking back through the party and him falling asleep on the couch here, and today when we ate all those cakes and chatted in the cafe. Over that time, and over the years I had spent watching him on TV, I got to know him and fell in love with him, or at least I thought I was in love.

Even without words it seemed that Niki knew what I was talking about. Her smile faded for a moment and she looked downwards, her quietness scaring me. “Niki?” I asked softly, leaning closer to her. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No Clay.” The blond quickly reassured. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

I was going to say something else, since it seemed that perhaps I had done something wrong despite what she told me. Why else would she go quiet after all?  “I’ll go back to my room.” I quickly told her, standing up and walking out before she had a chance to say anything.

George POV.

Fundy had his arms wrapped around my waist as we both slept. They felt like they were constricting me, and I ended up pulling myself free. I wanted a glass of water, and so I’d just slip downstairs and get a drink. My lower body ached but I gritted through the pain, not wanting to accidentally wake up the redhead as he dazed..

It was still light, since it wasn’t any later than 5pm. Fundy just happened to fall asleep instead of staying awake like usual. Maybe when he did wake up though we would be able to order pizza for dinner and watch a movie or something. It could be quite nice.

All of the tiredness left my body as I saw a phone on the table. Part of me was planning on ignoring it, since I was tired, but as I glanced back over at it while my glass filled with water. My brows furrowed. It wasn’t my phone, and it didn’t look like Fundy’s phone. And we hadn’t had any friends over recently who could have left a phone.

I set the glass down on the counter, walking over to it. I didn’t know what I expected when I lifted the phone and looked at the lock screen. Shockingly enough it shared Fundy’s password when I attempted to put that in, making it clear that it belonged to him. But why would he have a second phone? Why would he need a second phone?

Even though it was probably a violation of his privacy I decided to look around. I looked through the apps that were downloaded, there were a lot of apps which I didn’t recognise such as one called ‘TikTok’ and one called ‘Snapchat’. I didn't look at them to start with, instead opening his messenger app, where there were a lot of contacts that I didn’t recognise.

None of them were our friends or family, instead it mainly consisted of strange names but the one at the top was ‘Monica’ with a heart beside it. I opened the messages to see what he had been sending her and my eyes widened.
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