overthinking

fire

CLAYS POV

Georges words hit him like a truck, he felt as if the floor beneath him fell out from beneath his feet. The second he turned his back his eyes stung with tears, this time he couldn't keep them in. He wanted to turn around and just scream, but at the same time he wasn't mad at George.

Immediately Wilbur asked what had happened, as if everyone around hadn't already heard the dramatic yelling. Clay looked up from the ground, revealing the tears running down his cheeks. He tried everything to stop crying but for whatever reason Georges words really affected him. With a subtle hand around his shoulder, Wilbur walked clay to his car. Clay didn't hesitate to follow because he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Just before turning the corner, clay risked a glance back at George, or where George had been. He had already walked off of course. This made his sadness turn into anger for just a moment, before he realized that he was the one to cause all of this. After he got into Wilburs car, Wilbur asked,

"So, uh, I heard what he said, are you okay?" Wilbur said kindly. His voice was so genuine it made clay feel slightly better.

"Yep, im just fine, my hotel is on ** street by the way" Clay said sarcastically, really he wanted to be alone but he was glad wilbur was here with him too. It was just weird I mean, they weren't close enough to be talking about this. Maybe clay could use that to his advantage.

"Clay I won't pry but you know that George wants you here right? I could tell" he said just barely starting up the car.

"Yeah I guess, it's just he was right he didn't ask me to come here and take up all his time, I don't blame him, this is my fault. Plus it doesn't help the way I acted the other night" he had no idea why but he just kept talking, "I just wish I hadn't gotten too close, and then he just up and left, and then didn't talk to me. I mean I guess I was just scared he caught on, well no, just scared that he got the wrong idea" Clay was rambling about things he wasn't ready to admit to. But maybe this was a good opportunity to, like, come clean?

"I get what you're saying, but I'm gonna need a little more context" Wilbur said with a little laugh, slightly lightening up the mood.

"Well I guess it's just been different with George lately, its hard to explain," Clay said, visibly starting to shut down and crawl back into a hole with just his own thoughts.

"Dream you can tell me you know, I wont judge" He said it in a way that made clay think he already knew what he was going to say.

"I mean its nothing serious I guess I'm just confused about my-" Clay hesitated for a long moment, maybe saying it out loud was the only way to figure it out, "about my- feelings towards George" the words didn't feel real as they came out of his mouth, he felt like he was in some sort of weird twisted dream.

"I think that's totally normal, I mean we've all been confused at one point or another, when did this start?" Clay was expecting a completely different reaction, his face began to heat up as he realized the reality of their conversation.

"Um I guess like one or two months ago, its a long story but I just couldn't stop thinking about him in, you know, that way" he wanted to off himself right then and there, this was enough digging into his emotions for the night. Thank god he wasn't far from the hotel.

"Well I cant decide anything for you, but I can say that I got the same vibe from George, I honestly always have. I mean your friendship or whatever you want to call it has always been really special. I think its worth a shot if it comes to it." Wilburs response was completely valid for the conversation but clay hadn't even full processed that he wanted a relationship with George so he didn't like all the conclusions wilbur was "jumping to".