overthinking

tired

CLAYS POV

The beams of light that streamed through the blinds woke him up. Groggily, he rolled over expecting to be met with his best friend, but all he felt was an empty and cold spot on the bed. His heart sank. Where had George gone? Was he uncomfortable with them being that close?

Clay tried to look on the bright side, maybe George had just left because he had something to do. He checked his phone to see that the time was only 6am. Theres no way george would've had anything to do that early. The pit in Clays stomach grew as he thought about how uncomfortable he must've made his friend.

What time had he left? How long were they like that for? His mind was flooded with questions but his mind got caught on one in particular. Why wasn't he uncomfortable with cuddling with George? Clearly they were just friends and George was uncomfortable with it. So why did it feel so comforting to Clay? It felt so right, like he'd been waiting to be that close to george since they first met. But that was crazy, he was probably just touch starved. After all he had struggled with that in the past so this wasn't any different.

He tried to distract himself with anything and everything but all he really wanted was to talk to George. He had to make sure they were ok. It showed George was active on TeamSpeak but George wasn't responding to any of his pokes. He figured it wouldn't hurt to message him.

Georgie

Hey George wanna get on mc?
read 6:47am

Was George actually mad at him?? Sure it might've made him a little uncomfortable but why would he be actually upset? What had Clay done to upset him?

GEORGES POV

*the time is 2am the night before*
TW// panic attack

George was woken up by a loud noise from the road outside. The room was lit up only by a dim streetlight outside. He was still cuddled close up to Clay, even closer now in fact. Despite how comfortable he was, his whole body tensed. What was he doing? Clay would never be ok with this. Georges thoughts and heart rate suddenly seemed to be racing to see which could speed up faster. He had to get up and away from the situation, that would help him calm down right?

He got up slowly and silently walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He ran the cold water and splashed some onto his face in attempt to calm his thoughts. It was no use. His head started throbbing, heart rate only getting faster. Thoughts of him ruining his relationship with his best friend were inescapable. George felt like it was already over, the emotions from his and Henry's falling out projecting onto his and Dreams.

The overwhelming feelings bombarded him from a thousand different angles. He curled into a ball against the bathtub, clutching his head to try and escape himself. His throat seemed to close, suffocating himself from the perfectly good air that surrounded him. He tried hopelessly to catch his breath and bring himself back down to earth. It felt like he was being suffocated, killed by his own body.

After around 30 minutes, george suddenly felt nothing but exhaustion. He was tired. Tired of living in fear that he would be the downfall of yet another friendship. Tired of cowaring away from his own feelings. He sat there head empty, mind unable to even think, a stark contrast to just minutes before. He felt his eyes sting with tears as they started to well up again, only this time he couldn't care to try and suppress them.