The Secret (DreamNotFound)

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TW's:
-Mentions abuse and self harm (very little)

It was the next day. I stayed at home again. I was very hurt and I felt terrible. I laid down on the couch and my mum was taking care of me the whole day. I told her about the cutting and she startled really badly. She knew I cut myself in the past but she didn't know I still did it. And definitely not this bad. She was very upset when I told her that I got beaten up. I cried in her arms for hours when I woke up. I calmed down when Clay texted me.

'Hey sweetie, how are you?'

'Sore.'

'Do you want some medication?'

I shrugged. 'I want t-t-to sleep.'

'You already slept 12 hours, sweetie. Can you try and eat something first?'

I nodded. My mum gave me a sandwich and I quickly ate it. 'Thanks.'

'Clay will get home from school in two hours, he wanted to see you.'

'Okay.'

'I will wake you up when he comes, okay?'

I nodded and before I even realised I fell asleep again. It was hours later when I got woken up. I looked around me and saw Clay sitting down in a chair. I still was in a lot of pain, but I smiled brightly when I saw Clay sitting.

'Hey George.'

I blushed as soon as I saw him. I remembered the day before. How he gently stroke my chest and how I couldn't stop blushing just as he couldn't. How I caught him staring at my chest and that weird feeling in my stomach. That nice, but weird feeling I couldn't explain and I didn't know what it was. The weird feeling I had when I looked at him, when he smiled, when he talked, when he looked at me and whenever I was around him.

I looked at him, he blushed slightly too. 'H-h-hey.'

'How are you?'

'Pain.'

'Aww, I wish I could help you.'

I smiled. 'You do e-e-enough.'

'Can I sit with you?'

I nodded. He came closer and sat down on the couch. He lifted me up a little and let my head rest on his lap. He held my hand and stroke it softly. It calmed me down and the weird feeling in my stomach got worse. I turned completely red. It felt so nice, but so weird. My mum walked towards us and I started falling asleep again, I felt so relaxed with Clay.

My mum smiled at the sight of us. 'Do you want a drink, Clay?'

'Some water is good, please.'

'Do you want a biscuit?'

'Sure, thanks.'

My mum walked off and I started dozing off. I shook myself awake.

'You can sleep, Georgie,' Clay said.

'No, I don't want to be r-rude.'

'You aren't rude.'

'You came here for me.'

'Yeah, to check on you. I want you to feel good and if you need to sleep, just sleep. I will stay here and talk with your mum or something.'

'Fine.'

My mum sat down and they started talking. I fell asleep. I didn't know why I felt this relaxed with Clay. What was that weird feeling in my stomach? Why was I feeling that? I couldn't tell. I dreamt about him every night. He was like a dream. Dream, I liked that name.

CLAY POV

'It has been difficult for George. He looked up to his dad, but since his dad works everyday and is only home in the weekends, he isn't a real father for George anymore. George gets sad about that sometimes.'

'I understand. My parents have never really been parents for me. I wished to do YouTube, but they won't let me. I don't want to brag, but I'm very smart and school is very boring for me. I just already know everything. I don't want to learn something again. I have ADHD and I just want to do what I want. I don't want to sit still and learn all day. I just want to do YouTube.'

'Can't you do both?'

'I wish, they would kill me.'

'Even if you proof them you can still do school with it?'

'I can try, but I don't know. They are strict on everything.'

'Do you want to talk about it with me?'

'They are just kind of racist and homophobic. They constantly complain that I haven't had a girlfriend yet.'

'George hasn't either, it's not that weird.'

'I just don't really feel that attracted to girls.'

'Are you attracted to boys?'

'Yeah, some boys. I don't know why actually. I just like them better, but I'm not gay or anything.'

'How do you know for sure?'

'I never really thought about it, but I just don't think I am. I just like boys.'

'Do you think about boys often?'

I blushed a little and smiled. 'Yes.'

I felt awkward saying it, but it was true. I thought about boys a lot and definitely about a certain one.

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