so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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“Mm, never,” Clay said, leaning away from George ever so slightly. He still didn’t feel super comfortable with the idea of the brunette being all over him when he’s drunk.
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“Nahhh, you’re gonna be scared, I can tell~” George said with a giggle.
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“Suuure,” Clay said with a chuckle, rubbing George’s arm as he started the movie.
(ts to the end? or like, next day or smth?) -
(sureee)
George stirred awake, groaning quietly from the splitting headache and upset stomach he had. Speaking of… he jumped out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom and faking to the toilet bowl as he vomited. -
Clay stirred awake as he felt George jump out of bed, groaning softly. He sat up and saw the bedroom door slowing to a stop, stretching and climbing out of bed. He left the room and paused, hearing his boyfriend in the bathroom. “George, you okay?” He asked, walking over to the bathroom.
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George groaned loudly in response, vomiting again. He took a deep breath afterwards, leaning back against the wall and clutching his head in his hands.
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Clay cringed at the sound of vomiting, exhaling softly. He waited for a moment before moving into the bathroom, crouching down beside George. “You okay, George? Do you need water, or medicine or anything?”
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“Medicine would be nice,” George muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. “Maybe some bread.”
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Clay chuckled and nodded, standing. “I’ll get you that medicine,” he said, walking out of the bathroom. He headed back to George’s room and grabbed the pain killers and nausea medicine, bringing it back to the bathroom along with the glass of water. “Here you go, hun,” he said softly, crouching down beside his boyfriend.
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“Mm, thank you,” George muttered, taking it and popping a few in his mouth. He washed it down with water, resting his head back against the wall. “This is one of the worst f---ing hangovers-“
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“Hm, I wonder why,” Clay said with a chuckle, sitting down beside George. “I’m sorry I upset you, I- I didn’t mean what I said, I swear-“
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George sat there for a second before humming. “It’s okay. I kinda get it.” he said simply.
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Clay exhaled softly, hugging his legs to his chest. “Do- Do you remember anything from yesterday? After you came home drunk?” He asked, glancing over at his boyfriend. “Anything- Anything that you said..?”
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George stared at the floor for a second, trying to tack his brain. “Not… really, Clay, I don’t know,” he mumbled, his voice low. “I was so out of it-“
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(adding this)
“Maybe if you could be a little more specific-“
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