Chapter 15

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(A/N, this chapter is based off a song that I've been obsessed with for days now. I thought what's happening right now in the story and the song go together pretty well. The song is the video above^. It's called "Reaching Out" by Ricky Smith)

!!CLAY'S POV!!

Saturday, November 21

Don't know what to do, feeling alone again.

"Please George, please. Pick up!"

So I called you, sinking like a stone again. Falling in the deep

"Hey, this is George's voicemail, leave a message after the beep. Beeeeeppp. Haha, that was me. Now leave a message."

Swimming in the sea of my own questions, my own lessons been learned.

"Goddammit, George. Please. I need to talk to you. Why won't you pick up?"

Bridges been burned

Pissbaby:  I broke up with her. Please answer me. I have to talk to you.

I couldn't turn to anyone.

Pissbaby:  can you please tell George to pick up my calls?

Sappitus Nappitus:  not talking to you rn. You really think dating a girl you don't even like is acceptable when your best friend is in LOVE with you?? Dick move Clay

Down by the nigh, buried alive.

I look up through blurred vision. Crying for an hour can down that to you. I see my corkboard. There's a picture of George and I.

So I'm reaching out

I stumble over to the corkboard and grab the photo down.

I'm reaching out to you

"I'm so sorry" I whisper to myself as I press the photo against my chest.

Lord knows I'm reaching out, 'cause there's nothing left to do

I notice something shiny on my desk in my peripheral vision.

Oh, I've run out of reason to keep on believing.

My car keys.

Yeah, its true.

I rush over to my desk and fumble the keys into my hands.

And my heart is still bleeding

I run downstairs to the driveway with the keys in my hands.

I know you don't need me

"C'mon, c'mon you piece of junk!" I yell at my car the engine stalls. It finally starts up.

But I need you.

"I'm coming, Georgie."

Running in a dream.

I need to apologize in person. Then, maybe he'll forgive me and I can tell him everything. Tell him how I actually feel.

Chasing after yesterday

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