bLiZzArD ;))
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Thread Topic: bLiZzArD ;))
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(i also feel like its a good opportunity to get George on edge-
and will make him getting triggered and having a panic attack more realistic ig-) -
(true, yeah
poor gogy doe :’)
dWEAM GO COMFORT YOUR MANS-)
Clay watched George for a moment, worry wavering in his expression.
“Pacing and suddenly stopping pacing doesn’t seem like a good sign,” Sam said, shifting in her seat. Clay just nodded, his eyes glued on George.
(also, may not be on as much today, have a thing tonight so i probably won’t be on much later in the evening :’)) -
(oof okiii :'))
"George, why?" His mom asked, making George curl his legs to his chest.
"Because I love him, Mum," George said, trying to keep himself composed.
"But George, why can't you just be normal? Date a nice girl, and-" George scoffed, anger taking over his emotions and cutting her off.
"Be normal? So what am I to you now, a freak?" He sneered, gripping his phone in his hand, raising his voice slightly.
"No, I just want what's best for you George, every mother does," She said, keeping her voice calm.
"No, you want what's best for yourself," George corrected harshly.
"No, that's not true George, you're not thinking straight, you not thinking about the future," She said, sighing. "What if you want kids?" George scoffed at this, having no filter at this point, tears brimming at his eyes.
"Then we'll adopt, because there are plenty of kids out there whose parents also don't give a f--- about them," He snapped, -
Clay tensed when he heard George raise his voice, standing up. “Clay, maybe you should give him a bit of space if he’s upset,” Sam said, watching her older brother. “I know you wanna comfort him but it could make things worse.”
Clay looked back and forth between George and Sam for a moment before sitting back down, exhaling. -
"I know, but George-" George's mom started, but George hung up, needing to stop himself from throwing his phone across the beach.
What the f--- just happened?
His mother spammed him with messages, but he quickly blocked her, not in the right mindset to continue talking to her. He took a few deep breaths before the adrenaline left him, and the reality of what just happened settled in. He stared at his phone screen, watching as it fell asleep, and a tear slipped down his cheek. But he quickly wiped them away, composing himself and thinking of an excuse before standing up, walking back over to Clay and Sam. -
“What was that all about?” Sam asked George, watching the brunette walk over.
“You okay, baby?” Clay asked, standing as George walked over to the blanket. He reached his hand out, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand when he came closer. -
A part of George wanted to confide in the two. Cry on his boyfriend's shoulder and let him say it's all gonna be okay. But sadly, his anxiety was larger than that part of him, so he settled on acting oblivious. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He said with a chuckle, forcing a smile.
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“You sure, because you looked and sounded kinda upset a second ago,” Sam said, crossing her arms and looking up at the boys.
“Yeah, are you sure you’re okay?” Clay repeated, gently squeezing George’s hand. “You can always talk to me, you know that, right?” -
"Yeah, I'm fine," George said, doing his best to keep up his facade, as the two stared at him.
"It was just an old childhood friend of mine, and we were talking about an inside joke," George lied smoothly. -
“Okay,” Clay said hesitantly, nodding slowly. “Well, if there is something wrong, please come to me, okay?” Sam watched, knowing full well that wasn’t true, but figured she shouldn’t pry.
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"I will," George said with a smile, squeezing Clay's hand before letting go, going back to sit in his original spot.
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Clay sat back down beside George, returning to eating.
(braindead :’)) -
(hm- same :I wanna ts? idk to when :'))
George took a bite of his sandwich, looking over to Sam. "What were you two talking about while I was gone?" -
“Nothing much,” Sam replied with a shrug.
“HOLD UP- You can’t f—kin’ say sh-t about me living off McDonalds because you always make me send you money for Wendy’s-“
“NO I DO NOT, THAT’S ONLY SOMETIMES.”
“SAME DIFFERENCE!”
“It’s literally not the same f—kin’ thing, dude.”
(sure yea) -
George rolled his eyes, eating his sandwich
(ts :o)
George checked the time on his phone, it being around one in the afternoon now. (Idek) He sighed, looking back up to Sam and Clay.
"You guys think you wanna head back soon?"
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