Family. (DNF angst)

Chapter 20: Love.

♡Clay pov♡

I woke up to a soft thud in the bathroom.

"Shit."

I slowly opened my eyes and saw George wasn't next to me in bed. Instead, he was in my bathroom. I sat up and stretched before climbing out of bed. I walked over to the bathroom and knocked softly on the door. It opened, and I looked at him in confusion.

"What are you doing?" I asked, yawning.

"I have a job interview." He told me.

"Really? Where?" I asked.

"That restaurant down the street." He said.

"Do you want me to take you?" I asked.

"It's okay. I was just gonna walk." He told me.

I shook my head, stepping into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me. I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his shoulder.

"You look pretty." I mumbled.

"Do I?" He asked uncertainly.

I nodded and hugged him tighter. I lifted my head up.

"Why do you have makeup in here?" He asked.

"I like to wear it sometimes." I admitted.

I hope he doesn't find that weird since I'm the more masculine one in this relationship. At least, I think I am.

"I didn't know you liked wearing makeup." He said.

"Only eyeliner and mascara since I have lighter eyelashes. I don't do it often. Just when I'm feeling it, I guess." I told him.

"I've never worn makeup before." He stated.

"Would you like to? I can do it for you." I offered.

He shrugged.

"I don't know." He mumbled.

I dropped the topic of makeup as his mood changed to a rather sad one.

"Does my hair look okay?" He asked.

I looked at us in the mirror. My arms were wrapped tightly around his thin waist. His hair was all fluffed up. He was wearing nice black pants with a white sweater.

"I think you look beautiful, baby." I told him, kissing his cheek.

From where I was standing, I could see all the hickeys I made down his neck. Nobody else could see them. Just me.

I smiled.

They look good on him. If we weren't trying to be secret, I'd have him show them off so everyone knows he's taken.

He sighed, looking at himself in the mirror.

"This sweater looks stupid. I look like a girl." He muttered, pulling away from me.

He opened the bathroom door and left. I frowned and followed. He went into his old room, shutting the door behind him. I waited outside. He soon came out wearing a blue crew neck instead.

It still looks nice on him. Why did he hate the sweater so much, though?

"Ready to go?" I asked.

He nodded and crossed his arms. We went downstairs, and I slipped my shoes on. He was already wearing a nicer pair of shoes. I grabbed my keys, and we left. We got to my car and got in. I started it and pulled out of the driveway. I began to drive towards the restaurant.

He seems really upset now.

"Did I do something to upset you?" I asked quietly.

Did I do something to make him mad?