so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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“Just leave me alone, God!” Clay exclaimed through his tears, glaring at George. “I wish I never did that stupid f---ing dare, I wish I never met you- I wish I never f---ING MET YOU!”
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George frowned, slightly hurt. “Damn, okay.” He said, taking a deep breath and glaring at Clay. “I dunno what I f---ing did, but I’d like to remind you, you’ve been the b---- recently, not me. So, if you wish you never met me, fine. We’re done-“ he said, turning and walking out.
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Clay watched George walk off, his heart breaking. This is what you wanted, right? Push him away before he could hurt you! Right..? He stood and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He slumped to the floor and curled up into a ball, sobbing into his arms.
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George went down to his room, walking in and slamming the door. He was sad, sure, but he was more angry at the moment.
(ts?) -
(yeah, what do we wanna ts to?)
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(maybe clay could come and apologize? or try to?
or maybe sam could come and see what’s up with george?) -
(ooh yeah, let’s do maybe the sam thing first, then clay tries to apologize- wait, i has idea, but we’ll do it after the sam thing u^u
and do we wanna do it like, right after this happens? next day?) -
(ooo okay okay u^u
what’s the idea?? 👀
and yeah sure the next day
wait maybe late at night? they could catch each other in the kitchen or smth?)
George hummed quietly, rubbing his eyes and he walked out of his room to the kitchen. The anger had wore off and he had cried a little bit, obvious through his puffy red eyes and sniffly nose. He moved into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and moving to the fridge to get some water. -
(like, clay comes back from another thing with jolie, and he’s like really hurt physically but also realizes he was wrong and that george wouldn’t hurt him like that, blah blah blah, and he tries to apologize n s----)
Sam came downstairs from her room, walking into the kitchen and seeing George. “Oh- Hi, George,” she said with a tired smile, walking over and grabbing herself a cup. “What’re you up so late for?” -
(oo yes okay lmao)
George’s he’s whipped over and he shrugged, looking back at the fridge, filling his cup up with water. “I was thirsty.” He said, forcing a chuckle. -
“You good?” Sam asked, frowning a little. “You don’t look too hot-“
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“What are you talking about? I’m super hot-” George said with another forced chuckle, lifting the glass up to his lips and taking a gulp.
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“You know what I mean,” Sam said, rolling her eyes. “Seriously, are you okay? You kind of look like you’ve been crying,” she added, crossing her arms with her empty cup in hand.
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George paused for a minute, swallowing the water in his mouth. “I’ll be fine,” he said quietly, looking down at his cup.
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“What do you mean, you’ll be fine? What happened?” Sam asked, frowning. “Is- Is this about what happened earlier, with Clay? Your argument??”
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