Figures - DreamNotFound

Purpose

_'Clay's POV'_

I opened my eyes slowly. I sat up, and yawned. Yesterdays events were a blur to me. I looked around the room I was in.

It was dark. The curtains were closed. The only light I could see was the light emitting from the tv.

I looked down on me. I was wearing the same clothes I wore when I went to meet George at the caf-

GEORGE!

I got up and started wondering around. This wasn't my house. Where was I?

I walked around blindly. I picked up the scent of bacon being cooked. I followed the smell and saw George.

He was wearing sweatpants and an extremely big sweatshirt. I stood there, dumbfounded. That was when I recalled yesterdays events.

I remembered how I told everything to George. How I confessed all my problems to him. How he comforted me when I was breaking down.

After a few minutes of me standing there, recalling what happened yesterday, George noticed me.

"Oh, Clay! Your awake. How'd you sleep?"

He asked me while putting the bacon on two separate plates. I just stood there, trying to process what was happening.

"Clay? You alright? Are you sick or something?"

George sent me a wave of questions. He set the two plates on the table and started to approach me.

He stood on his toes and reached for my forehead. I felt a blush rise. George was so close to me. Even the slightest movement forward would lead to me kissing him.

I let him check my temperature, even tho I knew I wasn't sick.

"Hmm. You don't look sick. And your temperature is agreeing to that statement. Is something wrong then?"

He asked me. I shook my head. George looked at me like I was hiding a dead body somewhere, but said nothing.

He then turned around and grabbed two pairs of silverware and two glasses.

He gestured me to sit. I hesitated before going towards him. He then sat across from me.

I started to pick on my food, not eating it.

"Clay, its not nice to play with your food. You know that right?"

I looked at him, and nodded slightly.

"Ok, something is clearly bothering you. What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything right?"

I sighed in defeat, I put my fork down and just shrank in the chair.

George stood and and went over to where I was. He pulled the chair backwards and he kneeled in front of me.

"Hey, is this about yesterday?"

I looked at him. And just like that, tears formed. George then pulled me to his chest and we just sat there. Me breaking in to sobs and George trying to help me find peace.

15 minutes passed and I finally calmed down. I felt tired. George kept rubbing my back in a calming circular motion.

I pulled away from him and just stared at the floor like all my problems will disappear if I stared at it long enough.

I heard George sigh and he stood up. I looked up at him, and he smiled at me warmly. I felt the blush rise up in me again.

He held out a hand for me to take. I took it and he helped me get up. He stood an his toes and cupped my cheeks. He then wiped the remains of the tears I had just shed.