Is This True Love? (DNF)

Chapte 57: The Bridge

George POV.

“Clay what-” I was cut off again as he kissed me, and despite my madness I still loved him and allowed him to keep this contact going. When we let go of each other he opened the passenger door behind me.
“Get in.” He instructed with a firm tone, and without thinking twice I did as he said.

The blond rushed around to the driver's seat, worrying me with his urgency. Niki’s front door was still wide open, Niki was still sitting in the car next to us, but she watched us with shock and worry laced in her gaze. Clay sped out of the driveway, not caring about the fact that we could hit someone or something.

“Clay! What are you doing?” I hadn’t even put on my seatbelt yet and clawed at the door and the dashboard to avoid flying. “We could hit someone!”
“Trust me George,” Clay responded. “Everyone will know to avoid this house, to avoid being in our way.” My brows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about Clay?” My gaze was on his foot which was pressing on the accelerator. It kept me cautious as he kept pressing down further and further, breaking the speed limit. “Slow down.”

“I can’t George.” He replied. “We have to go.” I was scared, breath picking up. There were no cars in the way yet at any time a kid could run into the road or someone could pull out of a driveway and we’d hit them.
“Go where? Why? You haven’t told me anything Clay!”

“Remember what I said earlier? Or what I tried to say?” He began. I noticed that his entire body was tense, and that he continued to glance into the windscreen.
“Yes.” I responded cautiously. I glanced over my own shoulder, wanting to see if I could spot what was worrying him so much, yet I couldn’t.

All that I was able to see was a couple of cars with people driving, it was completely normal. Their gazes were on the car, as most drivers did, watching the people in front of them to make sure they didn’t hit anyone. It was nothing out of the ordinary and I looked back over towards the blond in the other seat. “What is wrong?”

He didn’t respond, and my heart began to race. “We could get killed if you don’t slow down.” My breathing continued to pick up as he approached the bridge and I began to claw at the sides of the vehicle. “Clay! Seriously slow down!”

“We can’t George.” He muttered, seeming completely crazy. “I promise I’ll explain everything when we’re over. I love you baby.”
“No! No!” I responded, shifting my panic. “I can’t go over the water… please Clay!” Tears were beginning to run down my cheeks. “You know I can’t!”

“You can George. I know you can.” He flashed me a small smile which did not fill me with confidence before speeding up again.
“Clay!” I gasped, forcing my eyes shut and holding my breath. In the confines of the darkness of my mind I didn’t have to worry about the water.

I picked up my breathing, shaking slightly. The sounds of the engine filtered out, being replaced with the painful scream of water rushing past the air, mingling with the screams of Quackity and Techno, and Clay was also screaming. I couldn’t see anything as I cried, struggling to breathe as I could feel the water filling my lungs.

Out of a fear for the blond I reached over, gripping at his leg and feeling the denim of the jeans against my fingers. I could hear his voice, barely audible under his screams but they were there nonetheless. Yet I still couldn’t hear him. All there was, was screaming, overlapping and rattling around my brain.

“George… George!” I heard the blond get louder and louder. I was still clutching his leg, feeling the muscles tense beneath me. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” Slowly my eyes fluttered open, and instead of seeing the blue of the sea I instead saw trees. My gaze slowly drifted over to him and I saw that he was examining me, having parked the car.

“Are you okay?” He questioned slowly, but I didn’t respond to him. Instead I stepped out of the car, turning and looking back towards the bridge. We were on the other side, beyond the reinforced steel were the streets I had grown up on.
“I’m not in town.” I muttered to myself.

Clay stepped out of the car, not saying anything. With a grin slowly growing on my face I turned back to him. “I’m not in town!” He matched my expression as I pulled him into a tight hug. “For the first time in my life I am not back in town!”
“Yes, I know.” He grinned, showing his perfect teeth.

All of the anger that I had had for him dissipated, we kissed each other on the side of the road, and I was ecstatic that there was nobody around to watch us. We continued to kiss for a few moments, before I let go of him eagerly, pulling him back over to the car.

“We should begin driving right now.” I began, grinning brightly. “Hopefully the next town over isn’t too far away.” I continued glancing back over my shoulders, back towards the town.
“Wait George…” He was hesitating. “I still need to talk to you…”
“We’ll need to buy more stuff… I’m not going over that bridge to get my clothes now…”

His brows furrowed. “George, can you just take a minute…”
“...It’ll be so nice to be able to meet your parents and the rest of your family Clay, even under these circumstances.” I muttered, growing more solemn and less bubbly and energetic.
“Seriously George. We need to sit down and talk.”

I continued to ramble, ignoring him in my own excitement. “And then we could go travelling everywhere. Paris is so romantic and I could go there with you, or we could go somewhere like Rome.” My hand held his as he had set himself back down in the driver's seat.
“George…”

“And what about going somewhere warm? Like Fiji or Hawaii where they have such beautiful culture and so much to do. Or now that I am not trapped on that island we could even just drive to Canada or Mexico.” I sighed with relief. “God, Clay I love you so fucking much for helping to get me off of that damn island.”

“Please can you listen for just a minute.”
“You are honestly the best person that I’ve ever met. Nobody else has ever helped me off of this island and… and I don’t even have the words to describe how good this makes me feel and-”

“George, please just shut up for a few minutes!” I gasped, eyes widening as he said that, and with some sadness and shock I did as he said. My mouth pressed itself shut and I waited patiently for whatever it was that he wanted to say.
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