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Far from friendly

16 reads- that is crazy. Thank you all so much! I decided to double update, stay tuned babes! -Iris

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Recap- (No POV)

So lets recap the day up until now. George came over, it was chill until George decided to lay on Clay, Clay is a complete overthinker, so he flipped, his head immediately jumped to the worst- That George knew he was hiding something, and was trying to get it out of Clay. Which in a way was true, but not in a bad way like Clay assumed.

Now lets recap some things that went down before today. George was out with a girl, that he did indeed like- in a way far from friendly. Olly. But some things had happened between them. They went out, it was cool for awhile, until Olly said some... not very nice things.

"George, I don't want do this anymore. I tried my best to deal with you, because you are a nice guy- but god, are you annoying. I tried to pretend, but you just aren't my type. There is no point in holding back anymore. Ill catch you later." And she left. George sat there, stranded in the middle of some random park.

George felt his gut wrench. Fuck people, Fuck relationships, and Fuck my life-

Now we're here.

George definitely didn't need or expect this in his life right now- but it was to late now.

7:02 P.M, Sunday, June 6th- (No POV) (TW- implications of self harm)

For awhile after the two... argued? I guess you could call it that- they just sat in each others embrace, comforting and consoling each other. It was nice, but then came the talking about it.

"I'm not saying I don't like you back Clay- I just don't know if I'm ready for whatever this is yet..."

"Okay... are you upset with me?"

"No, I'm not."

"Okay then. So what now?"

"I don't know yet, honestly. I really didn't need this right now, to be blunt Clay..."

Clay was taken back. But he understood.

"Do you need to talk about it?" Clay didn't really know what else to say.

"Well, I lost who I thought was going to be my girlfriend yesterday- and even before that I wasn't my best-" George tugged his sleeve down further- and Clay noticed, "-I'm just burnt out, tired... and now this. Not that this is bad, just unexpected."

"I understand George, its okay, we can work through this together." Clay reached and grabbed George's hand, George flinched, but soon eased up.

Then Clay had an idea.

He grabbed his phone, opened Spotify, and shuffled Georges playlist.

Nervous- The Neighbourhood

Clay grabbed George's hand and pulled him up off the couch.

Are we about to dance? Is what went through George's mind.

Yes, they were.

Clay led George around the coffee table, to the living room. Then pulled George close to him, looked into his eyes, and nodded- George nodded back. Then they danced.

Swaying to the song, giggling- at one point George almost slipped, because hardwood floors and socks don't mix well. But Clay caught him, Clay had him.

The song neared the end- and it happened.

"You've got me nervous to move, so I just won't give anything to you-"

Clay kissed George, and George didn't pull back.

George fell into Clay, snaking his arms around his neck.

They both stumbled back and fell onto the couch- taking in all of each other. Then reality came back to George.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck! I have to go, now.

George pulled away from Clay, and stood up awkwardly.

"I have to go."

"Why?" Clay was terrified, fuck he should of known better.

"Because, this is crazy!"

"Geor-"

"No, we we're both blinded by our emotions, okay? This isn't us- we aren't a thing, we can't be." And just like that, George was out of the door, wiping his eyes with his sweater sleeve.

Clay was sick to his stomach. He ran to his bathroom, and collapsed to the floor. Choking back sobs.

he stayed there for awhile, he eventually fell asleep. On the cold, tear drenched, bathroom floor.

8:36, Monday, June 7th-

Clay woke up coughing, and freezing.

Had I really fallen asleep on the floor???

Then all the memories from the night prior came back to him at once.

Fuck.

He wasn't ready to face life today, or tomorrow, or the day after that- He wasn't ready to live.

He dragged himself off the floor, stumbling into his bedroom. He checked his phone.

14 missed calls- Sap

God, he knew what happened. But instead of calling his friend back, he threw his phone down, exhaled deeply, and gave up.

He tweeted out to his fans that he was going to be taking a break for a while, to focus on some personal things and reassured them all that he would be back...

On Georges end- he was just as bad. After he had left Clays house last night, he drove home- contemplating just crashing his car into a building.

Once he finally got home, he sobbed, and called the only person he could think of- Sapnap.

Sapnap picked up and could immediately hear George's cries.

"What's wrong Gog?"

George let it all out- ranting was better than hurting himself.

"Me and Dream kissed! And he told me he liked me and I don't know what to do but I just don't think I can be with him Sap! Especially right after Olly, and how would I tell the fans something like that! I can't do this Nick, I just can't! I don't know, I just don't k-know-"

"George, please calm down, its going to be okay George. I'm coming over okay? Please just be safe, unlock the door for me."

Nick hung up the phone.

George fell onto his couch and just cried, rolled up into the tightest ball he could be. Eventually Nick showed up, ran up to and hugged George.

"Calm down George, please."

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This is only the beginning, tehe- Iris