so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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George giggled quietly, holding Clay close. He jumped as a knock on the window could be heard and he glanced up, seeing Clay’s mom. “Your moms here-“
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Clay sat up, exhaling softly. He held George close and made sure he didn’t roll into the floorboards, rolling down the window. “Hey, Mom.”
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“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but- what happened?? Are you two okay?” She asked softly, leaning in a little through the window.
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“I’m fine, just- Stuff happened at school. I- I don’t really wanna talk about it right now,” Clay spoke quietly, running a hand through his hair.
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“Alright, well you guys wanna hop in my car and we can head home?” She said gently, titling her head a little. “Yeah, that would be great, thanks,” George said politely, smiling a little.
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Clay nodded and sat up, exhaling softly.
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George got Clay up after a moment, guiding him to the backseat of his mom’s car and sitting him back down again. “I’ll bring your dad to get your car when he gets home from work, okay? Don't worry about it.”
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Clay nodded, leaning against George’s side. He made sure his car was locked before pocketing his keys, buckling up.
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George also buckled up, offering his hand to Clay.
(imma head out for the night, cya tmmr!) -
(gn!)
Clay took George’s hand, leaning into his side. He exhaled softly, resting his head on his shoulder. -
(gm!)
Clays mom gave George a small, worried look in the rear view mirror. George glanced at Clay before back at her. He pressed his lips into a thin line, tilting his head slightly in place of a shrug as to not disturb Clay. -
(gm :)
hru?)
Clay closed his eyes for a moment, feeling that nervous feeling rise in his chest again. He exhaled shakily, his grip on George’s hand tightening a little. -
(gm!
i’m alr, hru?)
“Hey, Clay?” George whispered, rubbing the back of Clay’s hand with his thumb. “Focus on like, good breathing for the ride home, maybe?” -
(i’m doin good :)
tryna decide if i wanna take my shower now, or later- lol)
Clay nodded a little, turning his focus back onto his breathing. Deep breath in, hold for four beats, deep breath out. -
(so real lmao)
They soon pulled up to the house, climbing out and starting towards the front door. “Don’t guys want anything to eat?” Clay’s mom asked nervously, following them inside. “Uh, unless Clay wants something, I think we’re just gonna go lay down.”
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