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TW's:
-Homophobia (abuse)
-Eating disorder

George managed to escaped and stood in front of me, protecting me.

'I knew it,' his mum said. 'You're both faggots.'

'No listen, let me explain.'

'1 minute to explain.'

'We aren't gay, he likes a girl and wanted to know if he was a good kisser, but I disliked it.'

'Same,' I said.

'What's the girls name?'

'Sophia.'

'How can we prove that we aren't gay?' George asked.

'Show me that Sophia girl.'

'She is in America.'

'You have FaceTime right?'

There was one person who could help now and that was Niki.

'Okay, I will ask her to FaceTime later.'

'Now.'

'She is sleeping, I have to call her and wake her up.'

'Okay.'

This could all go wrong right now. I called Niki and put her on speaker.

'Hey Sophia. I call you to prove a point to Georges mother. Don't get mad please.'

'Clay? What's wrong?'

'Georges mum uh- she saw George and me kissing. I'm sorry, babe. I wanted to test if I uh- was a good kisser for you.'

'You kissed George?'

'Now his mum thinks were gay, but being gay- is so w-wrong and disgusting.'

'Gay? We are in a relationship right?'

'I'm sorry for kissing George, Sophia. I had good intentions with it.'

'Can we talk in private later?'

'Yes. Bye Sophia.'

'Bye Clay.'

George looked so relieved.

'Well thanks for letting her think I cheated.'

'Okay,' Georges mum said and she let go of George. I could see his nose slightly bleeding, he got hit hard in his face. His mum walked away and I stood up, hugging George.

'Are you okay?'

He nodded. 'My cheek and nose hurt a little. You're so smart calling her.'

'I might have to call her back now.'

'Yeah probably.'

I called Niki again, this time speaking normally.

'Niki, I'm so sorry for that. Thank you so much for acting with us. We might need to explain-.'

'You don't have to explain anything. I understand it, enjoy each other's company.'

'Thanks, we will.'

I hung up and looked at George, kissing his cheek.

'Are you alright?'

'I am, are you? My mum can be so rude.'

'I'm fine, but- Am I fat?'

'No, absolutely not. The opposite.'

'Would you like me more if I was thinner?'

'No. I'm just being honest, I wouldn't. I prefer it if you're healthier, not to be mean.'

I kissed his cheek. 'I'm trying.'

It was later that day and it was almost 11 pm. I had to sleep on the couch, but I was currently sneaking upstairs to sleep next to George. George wasn't going to make me sleep on the couch. I slowly entered my room and I laid down next to me, cuddling with each other. We directly fell asleep in each other's arms.

The morning we woke up later than planned. I didn't hear Georges mum scream, so I guessed she didn't woke up yet. George was already awake when I woke up and he smiled.

'You're so cute when you sleep.'

I blushed.

'Aww, you're flustered.'

'Stop it, I will kiss you.'

'I'm never going to stop then.'

I rolled towards him and my chest rested on his arm. He wrapped his arm around me and the other cupped my face. I placed my hand on his chest and slowly went under his shirt. He shivered a little and smiled. I stroke his chest slowly and we started kissing until our door opened again. I startled, this time we didn't have an excuse. Georges mum walked in and looked at us in disgust.

'I knew it, you're a freaking faggot. Both of you are. You are disgusting.'

She grabbed Georges arm and pushed him against the wall. I stood up, ready to protect him, but she hit me too. I fell down and saw George getting hit.

'My son is not a faggot, MY SON ISN'T GAY.'

'I'm-,' George tried, but he got hit again.

I grabbed George shoulders and pulled him away, hugging him against my body.

'Stay away from him!' I screamed. 'I called the police.'

I didn't, but just so she would stop.

She turned around and ran away. I looked at George, he wasn't completely conscious. He was almost falling down and I laid down on bed.

'I love you so much. Don't listen to her, she's always like this, Dream. It's fine. I want to be with you forever and I don't care about her. Please call the police,' he mumbled before passing out.

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