so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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(ooo okay ill listen to it soon u^u)
“Hey! That’s mine-“ George whined, grabbing at Clay’s hands and placing the towels to his side at the couch. -
“I know, but I need you to not be high and drunk when my parents get home,” Clay said, standing and gently pushing George back. “Now dry off, I’m gonna get you another water- In a water bottle, so hopefully you don’t spill it easily,” he said with a sigh, walking into the kitchen. He came back a minute later with a water bottle, handing it to George. “Drink. I’m gonna get you a new shirt.”
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“C’mon- why are you such a party pooper~” George whined, struggling to open the water bottle for a moment. He got distracted by his phone chiming, almost letting go of the water bottle as he went to check. He shrieked, dropping his phone and quickly grabbing his water bottle again.
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“Holy- George, are you okay?” Clay asked, turning around and stopping at the foot of the stairs.
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George laughed loudly, shaking his hands slightly to get the water off of them. “Yep! I’m just dandy-“
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Clay exhaled softly, shaking his head. “I’ll be right back,” he said, going and grabbing a shirt of his for George to wear. He came back down and walked over, handing his boyfriend the shirt.
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“Oh, s---, thanks,” George said with a chuckle, haphazardly giving his water bottle to Clay as he put the dry shirt on, forgetting to take his wet one off.
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Clay took the water bottle and the damp shirt, waiting for George to change his shirt before giving him the bottle back. “Please keep drinking the water, I need you to sober up at least a little-“
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“Nooo- I don’t want to sober up-“ George whined, slumping forward slightly.
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“George, please, I don’t want to get in trouble with my mom anymore-“ Clay said, sighing softly. “Please, drink the water-“
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“I don’t f---ing care!” George shouted, dropping the water bottle and moving to stand. “I got drunk and I’m gonna stay f---ing drunk-“ he said, stumbling slightly as he stood.
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“George- Jesus Christ, sit down, please-“ Clay stood up with George, grabbing his arms to keep him steady. “Look, I- I know I made you upset, and I’m so sorry, but-“
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“I don’t want to!” George exclaimed, tears suddenly appearing in his eyes as he weakly tried to pull away from Clay.
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Clay exhaled shakily, sitting George back down on the couch. “I’m- I’m so sorry, George,” he muttered, taking the brunette’s hands in his own. “I- I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean it, I swear-“
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George took a few breaths, forcing himself to suck it up and calm down. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, a couple tears stream down his face. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” He said, opening his eyes again and laughing.
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