Impossible love (dreamxgeorgenotfound)

Chapter 10 - You saved me

I threw this together for u bebes❤️ do u want more smut than just KISSING? Ty for response :3

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Clay stopped with everything he was doing, and jumped back from George. When Clay realised what George felt, his mind cleared up. He started breathing real fast and his heart was beating even faster. The monster within him got scared when reality got too much, apparently. He was far gone, and Clay was left all alone in this situation. All alone with sadness and anxiety.

Fuck, George you wasn't supposed to see that.

"U..uh.hh" He didn't know what to say, feel, or do anymore. He didn't want George to know, because he dont want him to be worried. And especially not know that it was because of him. But, sadly alcohol makes you a bit, too honest, open and emotional.

"G.george, I.. it's nothing.." He tried to lie with all his power. It actually is hard to lie, to not tell every little detail. When you've had a bit too much to drink.

"Clay!! I see it's not for nothing, it's fresh blood aswell. What have you done?!" George sounded offended. You get sad when your bestfriend hides something from you.
"I dont wanna talk about it" Clay said, deadcold. Tears started stream down his face. He had never cried infront of George before, not even talked about his problems. He didn't want to be a bother, but this time he couldn't hold it in.

George Im so sorry

"Oh my god! Clay!" George hugged the crying boy, sitting next to him on the bed. Clay started to cry so much he couldn't breathe. He felt like he was suffocating, but not physically. Mentally. His poor heart couldn't take all this pain anymore. He loved his bestfriend, and he needed to say it. He knew that.

"Hh..h.hellp me G.george" he cried out in a muffled voice. He was so exhausted. George jumped to the middle of the bed, and got Clay to lie between his legs. With fingers in Clays blonde curls, he eventually managed to calm the bigger boy down.
"I know you dont want to, but i think we need to talk about it" George said with a soothing voice. Clay got lost in this voice, so calm and sweet. He forgot all about trying to hide his secret.

"It happened right before,you called me.. you saved me" Clay answered with a tired voice, he was drifting off to sleep.

Saved him? What is that supposed to mean?

Those  words made George jump, he remembered something. The call. Clay did scream, in pain. He sounded so different, so hurt. But he said everything's fine and George took his words for that.

Clay what the fuck did you do?

Clay soon fell asleep like a little baby between Georges legs. He was still exhausted after the accident. And finally he felt safe, and home. So now he was sleeping deeply, with small snores leaving his mouth from time to time. George was left with guilt though. His gaze moved from the sleeping boys cute and relaxed face, to his left arm. He could only expect the worst, from seeing the blood still beeing red. And not brown/dark red.

George knew that Clay wouldn't wake up easily now. since his body needed to rest. He took this as a chance to look at Clays wound. He knew that doing so might be really wrong, but he needed to know. If it really was an accident, or caused by Clay himself.

George took a deep breath, and sneaked out of his position. When done he put a pillow under Clays head. Now he just stood next to the bed, staring on his bestfriends arm. He couldn't breath properly, with his heart pounding all the way up to his throat.

What am I going to see when I remove this..?

Panic filled Georges mind, what if he wakes up?
His hand slowly moved towards the bloody bandage. It wasn't very well done, so he couldn't have met a doctor for it. The alcohol didn't help either, being dizzy and trying to focus wasn't the easiest task. But he managed to get the bandage open, and what he saw. Made him jump back. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"CLAY! O..h. Oh my god.." George froze. It sure was a cut, a deep one aswell. And NOT an accident. He started crying, so much his vision got blurry. The cut wasn't horizontal. It was vertical, a suicide attempt. His bestest friend, tried to take his own life. George really did save him.

But this wasn't his only problem, by opening the bandage the wound started to bleed again. Really much aswell. Being drunk in this situation was the worst that could've happened. But luckily his survival instincts kicked in. George started screaming and shook Clay so he would wake up. But Clay didn't wake up. He slept deeply, and on top of that he had lost an extreme amount of blood already. He was too weak.

George cried for help with a weak scream, but not a single soul could hear him. This was the only time it was bad to have a very well isolated apartment. Soon he ran to the bathroom to get paper and bandage. He didn't have time to call an ambulance. When he came back to the bedroom he took his belt holding up his pants, and tightened it up over Clays cut to stop the bleeding. He bandaged it up and then backed up, to sit on his gaming chair.

That must've hurt so bad. How did he hold it in for all this time?

"W.why would you do that" He stuttered. There he sat, for what felt like an hour. Just watching his sleeping friend. Just now he got time to think about what happened this day. The clock was only 5pm and all of this had already happened.

I kissed Clay. I fucking kissed Clay, and touched his body

George was still a bit drunk so he didn't feel any regret, even though Diana circulated his mind. Why didn't he feel bad? He always had felt bad by only even thinking about saying he loves Clay. And now he kissed him, while he sat on him. Only the thought of Clay being on top of him made him miss the feeling he had when it happened. He felt alive, he felt a spark inside him he had never felt before.

And that scared him.

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