so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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Clay exhaled softly, trying to keep calm. They soon arrived back at his house and he parked the car, sitting there for a moment, lost in thought.
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“You okay?” George asked quietly, squeezing Clays hand. “You wanna talk?”
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“No, I- I think I just, need a minute,” Clay spoke softly, exhaling. “I- I think I’m gonna sit here for- for a bit, clear my head…”
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“Are you gonna drive somewhere again?” George whispered, rubbing the back of Clay’s hand with his thumb.
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“No- Yeah, maybe- I- I don’t know,” Clay muttered, rubbing his face with his free hand.
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George nodded in understanding. “Will you text me if you do?”
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“Sure, yeah, just- I need a minute,” Clay muttered, gripping the steering wheel with his free hand.
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“Yeah,” George whispered with a nod, unbuckling his seat belt. “I’ll be in my room, okay? Stay safe,” he said softly, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss on Clay’s cheek before turning and stepping out of the car.
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“Yeah, bye,” Clay muttered, exhaling softly. He watched George walk off and head into the house, pulling out of the driveway. He pulled out his phone and opened up Twitter, sending a text to someone who he never thought he’d talk to again.
jolie m.
are you free to f---? -
(shoulder ts to after or do you want me to be jolie?)
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(ts to when he gets back, maybe?
and somehow george notices a hickey that he’s pretty sure he never left, but isn’t sure yet? idk lol -
(yeahhh lol)
George sat on his bed, scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t expecting Clay anytime soon, since he knew he had left. -
Clay walked back over to the front door, walking in with a hoodie tugged high over his neck. He shut the door behind him, albeit a little loudly, heading back up to his room.
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George perked up a bit when he heard the door slam. He heaved himself out of bed, stretching for a moment before heading out of his room and up the stairs. “Clay? Can I come in?” George asked gently, tapping on his door.
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“Sure, yeah, whatever,” Clay mumbled, pulling his hood over his head and tugging at the drawstrings. He walked over, opening the door and looking down at George. “Hi.”
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