so american~
Thread Topic: so american~
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Clay took a shaky breath in, trying to focus on George’s words. Deep breath in, hold for four, deep breath out- He slowly began calming down, his hands still shaking a bit.
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“Good job. keep breathing,” George said softly, grabbing one of Clays hands and brush some hair off of his forehead. “You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay-“
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Clay gripped onto George’s hand for a few moments before his grip relaxed, rubbing the back of his boyfriend’s hand. He exhaled softly as he squeezed his eyes shut, leaning forward and against George. “I- I don’t know why- why it happened a-again-“
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George sighed, wrapping an arm around Clay and rubbing his back. “Clay, every time this happens it’s because of someone confronting you about Jolie. That’s a traumatic thing! It’s okay-“
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“I- I’m sorry-“ Clay hugged onto George, burying his face in his shoulder.
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“There’s nothing to apologize about, you’re okay,” George said gently, rubbing Clay’s back.
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Clay nodded shortly before lifting his head, exhaling shakily. “I- I seriously just, don’t- don’t know why s-she’s doing this to me,” he said with exasperation, running a hand through his hair.
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“Because she realized she’s in the wrong, and she needs to try and cover it up,” George said, swaying slightly. “It’s kinda your fault, but you did the right thing.”
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“But what- what did I do wrong? What- What did I do to f--- things up like always?” Clay asked shakily, his breathing slowly beginning to speed up again. “I- I mean, I’ll- I’ll do whatever I n-need to do to fix things, I-“
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“Clay, you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” George said softly. “She’s a f---ing phyco, okay?”
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Clay nodded, trying to calm back down again. “I just- I don’t know why she’s trying to ruin my life,” he said quietly, rubbing his eyes with his hands.
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“Because you’re calling her out for the s---ty things she did, so she feels the need to retaliate,” George explained softly.
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Clay exhaled shakily, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t know how she can even get away with this s---…”
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“She won’t, I promise you that,” George said, squeezing Clay slightly. “We’ll bring it to the principal or something-“
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Clay nodded, leaning against George. He buried his face in his shoulder, exhaling softly. “I just want this to be over…”
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