so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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“Hi,” George said softly, studying Clay. “You look worse than before, dude. Where did you go?”
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“Nowhere,” Clay muttered, turning away. He rubbed at the spots on his neck and shoulder where the hickeys were, walking over to his bed and sitting down. “I just needed some air, I’m- I’m fine now.”
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“You- you really don’t seem like you’re fine, Clay,” George stated, taking a step in and closing the door behind him. “Seriously, do you need to talk?” He said hesitantly, crossing his arms.
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“I told you I’m f---ing fine,” Clay spoke, anger seeping into his voice. He exhaled shakily, clenching his hands into fists.
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(bro have you seen the “new” technoblade video?)
George flinched a little bit, nodding. “Okay, yeah, sorry. I can leave, if you still wanna be alone-“ he said, casually pointing to the door. -
(no i haven’t-
what is it???)
“Yeah, I- I need a minute alone,” Clay muttered, exhaling. He began pulling off his sweatshirt, realizing hot how he was getting. He completely forgot about the marks on his neck and shoulder, his mind swirling with anger, guilt and confusion. -
(it’s a old tommy video but it’s just technos footage 😔)
George nodded, grabbing the doorknob. He looked back at Clay to say goodbye, studying him for a moment. “Where did you- I didn’t give you that many hickeys, did I?” -
(yeah, i just saw it, i’ll have to watch it soon :’))
“I don’t know, not like I was paying attention,” Clay said with a shrug, trying to at nonchalant about it. -
(yeah same 😭😭)
George narrowed his eyes, opening the door and stepping out. “Alright, well, my door is open if you wanna… hang out or whatever. Alright?” -
Clay only nodded, laying down and rolling over until his back faced George. He exhaled shakily, trying not to break down into tears on the spot.
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George watched him for a moment, shutting the door and walking back downstairs.
(ts? maybe to when clay comes around for a moment?) -
(yeah u^u)
Clay stood at George’s bedroom room, already regretting getting out of bed. He lifted his hand, knocking on the door. -
“The doors open,” George said softly, sitting up a little in bed.
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Clay opened the door, stepping in. He had his hoodie back on, a tired look on his face. “Hey,” he spoke, forcing a small smile. “I uh, I wanted to say sorry for- for earlier, and for sounding rude to you. I’m sorry, I’m just- I didn’t mean to.”
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“Yeah, it’s okay,” George said with a small, sympathetic smile. “You wanna talk?” he said, putting his phone to the side and patting the spot next to him.
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