Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 18

♡George pov♡

I held my breath, waiting for Clay's answer.

"You're serious?" He asked.

I nodded. He smiled.

"I'll be your boyfriend." He agreed.

"Really?" I asked, a smile growing on my face.

He nodded, and I kissed him. He returned it. It was short but sweet.

"I want to break up with Miguel today." I said quietly.

"I'll be there, George. I promise. You won't be alone." He told me.

"He's working today. We can pack up all his things and leave them by the front door." I suggested.

He nodded.

"That's a good idea." He stated.

♡Clay pov♡

I took George out for breakfast at a restaurant before driving to his apartment. We got out and went inside. He led me upstairs and unlocked the door. We went in and saw the place was trashed. It reaked of Marijuana, cigarettes, and alcohol. There was residue from all sorts of drugs around the apartment. Alcohol bottles, while powder, needles, blunt paper, weed.

"Sorry about the mess." George apologized, clearly very embarrassed.

"It doesn't bother me." I replied.

It really didn't bother me. Plus, it was Miguel's doing, not his. He began packing up Miguel's things while I began cleaning. I disposed of all the drug paraphernalia and scrubbed the table and floors. I vacuumed the floor and sprayed air freshener in hopes it would get rid of the smell a bit.

"Woah." He mumbled.

I turned around from doing the dishes. He was staring at the living room.

"What?" I asked.

Did I miss a spot? Did I do something wrong?

"It hasn't looked this clean since I bought it." He told me, smiling.

I smiled back and continued doing the dishes. I felt arms wrap around my waist, and his head leaned on my back.

"Thank you so much for your help, Clay. It looks really nice. I appreciate this more than I can put into words." He said.

I dried my hands on a nearby towel and turned to face him. I rested my hands on his waist, and his rested in my chest.

"It's really no problem, love." I told him.

I kissed him and he returned it. It was short but cute.

"Do you still want me to live with you?" I asked.

He quickly nodded.

"Of course I do." He replied.

He cupped my face in his hands. He pecked my lips and went back into the room to continue packing Miguel's things.

He's so cute.

I turned around to keep doing the dishes. I soon finished and went into the bedroom. George sat on the floor with a box of Polaroid pictures in his hands. He looked sad. I walked over and sat next to him. It was pictures of Miguel and George from what looked like a couple of years ago.

"I should hate him. I really should. But I can't." George mumbled.

I wrapped my arm around his waist, and he leaned his head on my shoulder.

"I looked happy, but it was fake. All of it was so fucking fake. I don't know why I can't hate him. He ruined my life more than it already was." He told me.