But We're Not Normal

Time

It was time. The week was up and Clay still hadn't come to George so George was going to Clay.

He, Nick, Ophelia, Geo, Clark and Jethro had decided they would all go together, just in case. Geo and Ophelia knew the area around where the band was most often spotted and had been to Disney world a few times before so they would be acting guides - and Ophelia really wanted the chance to meet Keres. Nick was there as George's emotional support - and so that he could meet with Vincent and get his explanation in person. Jethro was there as their bodyguard, looking like something straight out of an action movie George and Nick were sure they had watched at least once before. And Clark, well, he had paid for almost the entire trip. When George had asked where he'd gotten that kind of money, Clark responded that his 'glucose guardian' had supplied it. George couldn't really tell whether he was joking or not and he was a little too afraid to ask.

Despite having only properly gotten to know the group a few days prior, George found himself excited to spend time with them all, if nothing else. They were all mismatched and odd and George thought that's what made them perfect. Because they all knew their own and each other's flaws and they didn't care. They loved each other anyways, through all of their mistakes. He liked that about them.

"WASSUP BITCHBOY?" A raucous voice called, almost drowning out the slam of his front door against the wall. George winced, looking up from where he'd just finished packing to his bedroom door. He was about to yell back about slamming doors when he heard the echo of Clark being slapped upside the head, most likely by Jethro, and the laughs that followed it.

George walked from his room to find the five scattered over his couch and sitting room floor. He lifted his phone to his ear, speaking into it sarcastically. "Pest control? Yeah, there's four rats in my living room." That sparked a peel of laughter that George smiled at. There was always a sense of pride and satisfaction in making people, especially your friends, laugh.

"Four? I knew you couldn't count, George." Nick piped up with a teasing smirk.

"Yes, four. Geo is too much of an angel to be a rat." George explained, smirking in return. Geo giggled, sticking his tongue out at the others in triumph. Clark stuck his tongue out in return.

"You all packed and ready, scooter boy?" Ophelia asked from her relaxed position on the arm of the couch. He nodded, only mildly confused as to why he was 'scooter boy' now. Then he remembered the scooter Clay had bought him back when he was a frequent on George's streams and it suddenly all made sense. George ignored the ache the memory left.

"Yeah. I already dropped Mew off and just finished packing. You all ready?" There was a ripple of replies, all affirmative sounding. George nodded to himself and went to grab his bags.

////:\\\\
5/10/20

Georgie 💕
I gave you a week.
1:33pm
One full week.
1:33pm
To respond.
1:33pm
To call me.
1:33pm
To do anything to let me know that you're okay
1:33pm
And what was going on.
1:33pm
Nothing.
1:33pm
Not a word from you in an entire week.
1:33pm
But I'm not going to just give up on you like that.
1:34pm
You didn't come to me so now I'm going to you.
1:34pm
I'll see you soon, Clay.
1:34pm
Seen

////:\\\\

For one nerve wracking, heart wrenching moment, the device had said that Clay was typing. But then it was replaced again by the horribly bland, hollowing 'seen' that George had grown used to.