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Helps not

"Fucking- why are you so heavy? Move!" George whisper-shouted, shoving at Clay's back.

"To where, George? The corner of the fucking room? He's going to see me anyways!" Clay whisper-shouted in return but let George continue shoving him anyways.

"To the cupboard- closet- whatever! Just get in, idiot!" With one especially hard shove, Clay got the hint and stuffed himself into the closet. He barely had a moments time to breathe before George slammed the door shut on him and rushed from the room to answer the pounding at his front door.

George huffed, not clocking his tousled appearance before he swung the door open. That would be the beginning of his slow, excruciatingly painful demise.

"What do you want, Nick?"

"I can't come visit my best bud?" Nick asked innocently, taking in George's mussed hair and rumpled shirt with a raised brow. He let it slide, packing the knowledge away for later, and pushed past George into the house.

"No."

"You wound me, babe." Nick brushed off, heading straight to George's kitchen and beginning throwing open cupboards to find something worth eating.

"What are you actually here for?" George asked after watching Nick take a box of cereal, situate himself up on the counter, open his phone and begin eating the dry cereal by the handful.

"You've been avoiding me, dude. Wanted to make sure you were still alive." Oh, the irony.

"I'm not avoiding you." Yes I am.

"Yes you are!"

"I'm not!" I am.

"Oh, okay, so you're just leaving me on seen, not picking up my calls and haven't streamed or uploaded alone, let alone with me, in ages, right." Nick rolled his eyes, tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Fine!" George took one of Nick's hand from his phone, pressing Nick's fingers to his pulse. "There, I'm alive and not avoiding you, you can go now."

"You're so mean, George." Nick pouted, slipping from the counter. For a moment, George thought he was in the clear. Then, Nick dropped himself onto the couch and George almost audibly groaned.

"What now?" George asked instead.

"I wanna hang out with you!" Nick said innocently but George saw straight through that faux innocence.

"Nick, you haven't got off your phone since you got here." George pointed out, crossing his arms. Nick looked up from his phone, locking eyes. The two remained in place, staring, waiting for the other to back down.

Finally, Nick huffed and lifted his phone into George's eye-line, switching it off and raising his eyebrows in one. He then dropped it to the couch between them. "Happy?"

"Not as happy as I'd be if you left."

"You love me." Nick waved off, searching around for George's remote.

"No I don't." George countered, picking the remote up from where it had slid down the side of the couch cushion and handing it to Nick.