bLiZzArD ;))
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Thread Topic: bLiZzArD ;))
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“Sure, yeah,” Clay replied with a nod.
“Yeah, gettin’ bored, anyways,” Sam said, stretching her arms. -
George nodded, looking down at his phone for a minute before standing, starting to pack up whatever they hadn't eaten. "Maybe I could stream, could be a good distraction," George mumbled quietly, half to himself.
(hihi :DD
hru?) -
Clay nodded, packing up the basket and standing up. “I might join if you don’t mind, though I do have a bit of work to do.”
Sam stood and grabbed the blanket, shaking it off and folding it.
(hi :)
I’m alr, just been feelin’ a bit weird. honestly don’t know how to explain it lol
hru?) -
(oof that sucks
i'm been pretty good
rlly tired tho-)
George snapped out of his thoughts, taking a moment before he realized he had said that out loud. "Oh, yeah sure," He said, smiling and grabbing the basket and grabbing onto Clay's wrist. -
(mood lol
I’m honestly glad I went to school today bc my sister was home with a migraine and she would’ve drove me nuts lmaoo
also my dad had one, so that’s fun :’)
glad I’ve never had one before-)
Clay followed George over to the parking lot, unlocking the car. “I CALL SHOTGUN!” Sam exclaimed, running towards the car with the blanket in her arms. Clay chuckled, watching his sister for a moment.
“Babe, are you sure you’re alright?” Clay asked, pausing for a moment and looking over at George. -
(geez-
yeah migraines seem like they suck-)
George paused for a moment, looking up at Clay. His lips formed several different words, finally settling on one. "Yeah, I'm fine," -
(yeah :’))
Clay exhaled and reluctantly nodded, starting back towards the car. He got in and started the car, buckling up and pulling out of the parking lot once George got in. -
George sighed, pulling a leg to his chest and looking out the window for a moment. "Sam, what do you have planned for today?" The brunette asked, looking over at the female.
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“Uh, nothin’ really,” Sam said with a shrug. She paused then let out a groan. “Actually I’ve got a bit of homework to do..”
“Maybe if you actually stayed on top of it, you wouldn’t have to do so much,” Clay teased, chuckling.
“Oh shut up.” -
George chuckled for a moment, before looking out the window. He studied outside for a moment, getting lost in his thoughts.
Suddenly, a car horn rang through his ears, making him jump.
No, not again.
The memories of the crash flashed in his mind, just as vivid. George gripped onto his newly healed wrist, his breaths speeding up anxiously. The world seemed to spin, and tears surfaced at his eyes and streamed down his face.
(time to make you c r y my friend >:D) -
Sam flinched slightly at the loud honk, rolling her eyes. “The light literally just turned red, people have no patience,” she complained, turning around to shoot a glare at the driver behind them. She looked over at George, panic rising in her expression. “George? George, are you okay??”
Clay looked in the mirror above his head, seeing George’s panicked state. “Babe, are you okay??”
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George hugged his legs to his chest, barely making out Clay's and Sam's words. He shook his head before hiding it against his knees. He gripped onto his legs with shaky hands, his nails digging into his shins.
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Clay quickly pulled the car off to the side of the road and stopped it, getting out and climbing into the back seat beside George. “Baby, relax- You’re gonna be okay, got it? Just- Just take deep breaths, alright?” He said, wrapping an arm around the brunette. “You’re okay, it’s okay. Sam watched in panic, not sure how she could help.
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George started taking deeper breaths, looking up at Clay and moving his hands to grip onto the younger male's hoodie. "She hates me, Clay-" George said, a sob leaving his lips. "She hates me, sh- she hates me," He sputtered with a hiccup, gaining somewhat control over his breathing again.
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“Wh- Who hates you? No one hates you, babe,” Clay said, rubbing George’s back and hugging him close.
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