George POV
We skated for a few minutes and I got exhausted from everything that happened. I suddenly had a boyfriend and I kissed with Clay. We came back to my mum and she grinned.
'How was 'skating'?'
I didn't understand her sarcasm and started happily telling her how it went.
'I can still do a lot of tricks,' I said happily.
Clay smiled and hugged me. 'She meant something else.'
My face dropped a little and I looked at her. 'What did she mean? I thought she wanted hear about the skating?'
'She saw us kiss, Georgie.'
I turned completely red. 'Sorry, mum.'
I started crying and Clay hugged me. 'Georgie, it's fine. She isn't mad at you.'
I cried in his arms and we sat down. Clay rubbed my back and kept hugging me.
'I'm not mad, sweetie. I knew you liked him.'
'But you screamed.'
'I'm sorry George. I really didn't mean to, your dad can be a little dominant and I didn't say anything about it.'
I hid in Clays arms and cried my eyes out.
'Can you tell me what's wrong, Georgie?'
'Too much change and scared.'
'Why are you scared?'
'Because of the change and my dad.'
'Are you still a little scared about him screaming, Georgie?'
I nodded and looked at Clay. 'Is this all a little too much for you now?'
I nodded again.
'George, do you want to tell about the ice skating to your mum?'
I smiled shyly and nodded. 'Tell her what we did.'
'We first skated a little because Clay fell down the whole time and I helped him. After a while he finally got it and now he can skate too. I tried some tricks, but I forgot a little bit. And then Clay tried jumping but he fell.' I stopped talking because I started giggling.
'Oh gosh, you're so adorable,' Clay said.
I blushed and smiled. I crawled in his arms and looked at him.
'Are you ready to tell your mum?'
'About what?'
'The kissing, Georgie.'
'Clay and I kissed and he asked me to be his boyfriend.'
'What did you say, George?'
'Yes, but it's scary. I don't know how to kiss back or what to do.'
'You did amazing, George. You did kiss back the last time.'
I blushed and hid my face in his arms. 'Are you mad, mum?'
'No, I am not.'
'But I kissed someone.'
'Sweetie, you're seventeen. I'm not getting mad at you for kissing someone.'
'But he's is a boy.'
'I know and that's why you're gay.'
'But dad said it's not supposed to be.'
'Dad was mad, he isn't anymore. He only has to get used to the idea a little, okay?'
'But I can't help it,' I cried.
'Did it hurt you so much, Georgie?' Clay asked.
I nodded in his arms and he grabbed me tight. 'Can I help you?'
'I need a hug.'
'Do you want a kiss?'
I nodded shyly.
'Where?'
I pointed at my cheek. Clay smiled and kissed my cheek softly. My stomach flipped and I smiled softly. 'I like being your boyfriend.'
'I will never do anything you aren't ready for.'
'What do you do after kissing?'
Clay smiled. 'We don't go any further than kissing now, okay?'
'But what do you do after?'
Clay got a little red and smiled. 'That doesn't matter yet, okay?' He hugged me tightly.
I nodded and wrapped my arms around his middle. I close my eyes and Clay lifted me on his lap. I sat sideways and rested my head in his neck. I wanted to kiss his neck, but I didn't dare to.
'I want to kiss you,' I whispered in his ear.
I saw him smile. 'You can kiss me.'
'What if I do bad?'
'You won't.'
I kissed his neck softly and hid in his arms again. I closed my eyes because I was so tired. Clay softly shook me awake when I started dozing off. 'Let's go home, Georgie.'
He stood up and I slid down his lap. I walked behind my mum to the car and held Clays hand. We sat down in the backseats and Clay held my tight in his arms. He kissed my cheek and I blushed.
'Sorry, did I have to warn you?'
I shook my head. 'Only if we are going to kiss with each other.'
He smiled and kissed my cheek again. 'I like you so much.'
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