But We're Not Normal

Distraction

After George's terrifying breakdown the night before, the three had made the unanimous decision that it was best that George was not on his phone for a while. In order to recover. Ophelia and Clark promised they would keep him updated on all that Nick told them before George handed over his phone. It was already powered off, having run out of charge shortly after George had sent Clay his final goodbye.

After nearing a year of bliss turned sour, George was alone again. This is why he didn't do this kind of thing, why he didn't do serious relationships. For the wretched, harrowing aftertaste once the glitter fades and once you part ways. He could barely breathe without thinking of Clay, of what had happened and how it had ended.

Padding into the kitchen and being greeted by Clark at the stove, dressed in a white shirt and gray joggers with his sandy blond hair messy from sleep, made George nearly break down again. He looked so much like Clay, the morning of their first date, that George had to screw his eyes shut.

Clark got changed into something less Clay looking - a pair of worn gray jeans, red vans and a cropped red hoodie - while Ophelia finished making breakfast.

Whilst George showered and got dressed into a pair of dark blue jeans, a white tee shirt, white trainers and a blue shirt, half buttoned and half tucked into the waistline of his jeans, Ophelia and Clark planned where they would spend the day. Wherever would best distract George.

Once George emerged from the bathroom, Ophelia disappeared to get dressed while Clark filled him in on their plans - George only half listening. Ophelia reappeared wearing a pair of shredded, dark blue jeans, black converse and a blue, orange, black, pink and white stripped, oversized, collared shirt, french tucked into her jeans. The shirt might as well have been a physical attack on people's eyes but Ophelia didn't seem to mind at all.

"You ready for the time of your life, Gogy?" Ophelia asked, handing her phone and purse to Clark, who tucked them into a black backpack he'd grabbed. Stupid fake jean pockets meant she had to entrust all her belongings to Clark for the day. George nodded slowly.

"I think so." He replied, voice small, and Clark gently bumped his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. He collected three water bottles from the fridge and stuffed them into the bag, walking back into the room and offering it out to George to put things in. George looked at Clark sceptically for a moment before shrugging and dropping his wallet and a tube of chapstick in, his phone still safely tucked in Ophelia's room somewhere.

Clark threw the bag on, cropped hoodie rising to show the base of his ribcage and a slim, lean stomach. George couldn't appreciate the view.

"Let's fucking go!" Clark cheered loudly, throwing an arm around George's shoulders and steering him towards the door. Ophelia followed behind, letting out loud whooping sounds, and locked the door behind her, throwing the keys to Clark after. George laughed softly, ignoring the way the sun stung his sore eyes.

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@OhOphelia
"ThAt ThInG iS rIgGeD yOu WoNt WiN aNyThInG" okay Karen, say that to fucking BOOBIES, BITCH 😤
[an image of Ophelia, practically flattened under a massive, electric blue, teddy bear, face the epitome of smugness and elation. Clark is curled on the floor laughing, looking to be in tears. George must have taken the photo.]
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@chiccennuggies
WAIT THEYRE IN DISNEY WORLD??? SINCE WHEN??????? W H A T?????
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@DefinitelyNotDying(inLA)
Is George with you? Please say he is
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@BBHisBaby
I was going to ask but, by this point, I'm not even surprised that you named it boobies. Poor bear
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     @OhOphelia
     It was Clark's idea 😌✨
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