Impossible love (dreamxgeorgenotfound)

Chapter 12 - too bad

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With sweat covering his warm skin, Clay woke up. The room was pitch black, the only thing that light up the room was Georges computer rgb lightning. Probably coming from his pcu. "Ughh fuck it's so hot" he muttered under his breath, scared to wake George up. George was sleeping peacefully next to him. Clay was shaking quite a bit because of the alcohol, and was still a bit drunk. That he felt when he looked around the room, feeling the delay in his sight. It's never good to go to sleep drunk.

Suddenly the room lit up, which made Clay squint. His eyes was still used to the darkness. He sneaked out of bed, and walked towards the source of light. While on his way he stepped on his hoodie, laying on the floor.

"What the hell?"

Now he realised he didn't have a shirt on, all this time. He totally forgot why he took it off, or more exactly. Why the monster threw it off. He continued on his way to Georges desk. Where the light had been before, now it was dark again. It was Georges phone who lit up before.

10 missed calls from Diana❤️

This cant be good, at all. But this wasn't his fight, he shouldn't look at Georges phone anymore. He took note of the time being 02:46 am though.

God... I cant wait hours for him to wake up

The room was too hot for him to stay in. It would be impossible to fall asleep again. A silent groan left him as he walked to the wooden door to his right. He gently pressed down the doorhandle, to open the door just enough for him to get through. The floor was cold against his feet. This made him shudder, beacuse of the temperature contrast. But it made him satisfied, not feeling sweaty anymore.

Perfect. I'll try to sleep on the sofa

Silently he moved through the apartment, and laid down on the sofa. Where he soon was fast asleep.

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George woke up by feeling a cold hand on his cheek.

"George!!.. Hello?!" The person hissed at him, sounding really stressed out. Like they were in danger, like someone was coming to get them.
George opened his eyes, to be met with eyes full of worry.

Fuck, Diana's here.

"Uhhh... hi" He tried to sound normal, but the guilt swirling around in him made him sound so unsure, so nervous and guilty.
"Oh my god! I was so worried! Why didn't you answer my calls sweetie?"

Worried? Over what?

George was so confused, where the hell was Clay? He was sleeping right beside him a couple hours ago. The sensation of Dianas hand on his arm made him cringe. It felt so.. weird. He felt so guilty. It felt wrong, having her touching him after what he'd done with Clay. "What's going on?" He frowned.

"I have to tell you something" she said while looking out the small door gap, her gaze locked on Clay who was sleeping on the sofa. As she continued she went to close the door as quiet as she possibly could "we need to be quiet, and quick. Clay CANT wake up, you hear me? Then we're dead"

What the fuck is she talking about?

"Huh? What do you mean? He's harmless"
"That's what he wants you to think! He's dangerous"
George wasn't sure on how to react. Pfft, Clay, dangerous? Is she on drugs? As Diana climbed up on the bed, George shifted a bit away from her. This was getting weird. George hated everything about this situation.

Dianas hand touched Georges chin, as she moved his face towards hers. "Listen to me Georgie" she almost never used to call him that, only after the accident. When she wanted something. "Clay is here to take you away from me" as soon as those words escaped her mouth, she looked away. With a sad look on her face, she tried to make her acting so believeable as possible. "What the fuck do you mean?" He gulped. This was kinda true in a way. Atleast George thought so, but Clay might have done those things because of the alcohol.