Family. (DNF angst)

Chapter 22: Innocent.

♡Clay pov♡

George was quiet beside me.

At least he isn't mad.

"I hate myself too, Clay." He stated.

I looked over at him. He seemed sad.

"Let's get fucked up." I suggested.

He smiled just a bit and nodded. I left the room and went downstairs. I got the bottle out of the fridge and grabbed 2 larger wine glasses. I brought them back up to my room.

"Okay, I need to warn you beforehand. I get like crazy affectionate when I'm drunk." I told him.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, it might be different with you since you're my boyfriend, but when I'm with Sap or Karl, I won't stop hugging them. It's bad." I said.

He giggled.

"No, that's cute." He replied.

"What about you? How do you act drunk?" I asked.

He sighed.

"I get sad." He stated.

"Like, for no reason?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I don't think there's one time I got drunk and didn't cry." He said, laughing.

I laughed as well. I gave him a glass and opened the bottle. I put wine in both of our glasses, and we began to drink it.

"This is good. I've never had this brand." He said.

I nodded in agreement. We kept refilling our glasses when we ran out. We eventually put a show on to watch while we drank.

♡George pov♡

Clay was like 2 glasses ahead of me. We were in the dark watching some show he put on. It was intense and dramatic. We had put our glasses aside and were waiting for it to really kick in. I was definitely over tipsy. Clay has been quiet.

Suddenly, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. Clay buried his face into my stomach and his other arm wrapped around me as well.

"I love you so much." He slurred, muffled by the clothing.

He stayed like that for a while before he sat up. His eyes admired my face, and he kissed my cheek. He smiled.

"How did I even get someone as beautiful as you? How are you in my bed right now?" He asked.

"I don't know." I replied, kissing his forehead.

There was a loud bang from the TV and I looked.

What?

The character I had grown attached to was now dead. I immidiantly began to cry. Clay frowned and hugged me.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just a show, George. She's okay." He assured me.

"No, because her character died." I sobbed dramatically.

He hugged me tighter and grabbed the TV remote. He shut off the show. He held me tight in his arms while I cried.

"I just wanna go to sleep." I sobbed into his shoulder.

He laid down, and my head laid on his chest. The rest of my body was on top of his. He hugged me against him, leaving gentle kisses on my face.

"George, I love you so much. I love falling asleep with you." He slurred.

"I love you too." I cried quietly into his chest.