The Inconsistency of Nothingness

Death Cup

As George made his way into Clay's house, he realized how long it's been since he's been here. They've all been so busy lately with concerts and gigs that they haven't had any time to hang out outside of performing. Of course being able to work with your best friends was a dream, but seeing Clay in his casual clothes and the vanilla bean candle he always burns reminded George of a time when those sights were more familiar.

Clay made his way to the couch and picked up his guitar that was resting on the stand near the coffee table. "Why the sudden visit?" Clay asked as he lightly strummed some chords.

"What, I can't visit my best friend?" George smiled as he sat on the seat across from Clay.

"It's just that we haven't done this in so long... the two of us hanging out here, I mean," the taller boy responded as he continued to focus on his guitar neck.

"It's been a while hasn't it." George paused and took a deep breath as he prepared himself to talk to Clay about what's been happening.

"Oh, please don't say something cheesy," Clay laughed lightly after hearing George's deep intake of breath. "You're gonna say something along the lines of, 'how have you been lately?' super awkwardly because you hate talking about this type of stuff too," Clay said as he looked up from his guitar.

George blushed in embarrassment at being so easy to read. Nothing got past Clay, especially with George. "You got me. But seriously Clay, Nick and I are just worried. You've gotten a lot more defensive and hard on yourself lately." George said as he nervously picked at his nails.

"When did we get so serious? Come on George, you know better than anyone that I'll get over it," Clay deflected.

George, wanting to change the subject, looked up and asked gently, "What was that you were playing before I came in?"

Clay, looking back down at the strings, started playing again, "It wasn't anything special. Just something in the works."

"Wanna play some for me?" George asked. Clay obliged by playing off the chords softly.

"I'd love to."

I think it's 'bout time

That I warned you I might cry in front of you

And I don't want you to feel

Like I'm afraid of the truth

It was obvious Clay had not gotten over the breakup fully yet. Clay had met his ex girlfriend at a party when they were still in high school. It wasn't anything special; it was just 'some random hookup' as Clay described it at the time. What surprised Nick and George was when he brought her over one time during practice and introduced her as his girlfriend. From the beginning, George intensely disliked her, but it wasn't until three months into their relationship that he actually had a valid reason why. She was gorgeous and was described by whispered gossips to be a girl who could turn straight girls gay, and gay boys straight. The entire time they were together, George just felt like she had been stealing his best friend away from him. He also felt like she just wasn't right for Clay, he just needed someone else. She always hung around with other guys and claimed they were just friends; when Clay would question her intention, she would deflect and chalk it up to jealousy. There were times when people would whisper in hushed voices that they saw her making moves on or feeling someone up during a party. George always tried his best to keep Clay away from these rumors, because even though he couldn't stand the bitch, he still knew that his best friend really loved the girl and didn't want to see him hurt. If Clay knew about the rumors, he certainly didn't humor them at all. He adored her.

So what's the point of talking

If you're not changing your mind?

It just reminds me of the lying