so american~
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“What, now I can’t go to the party~?” Clay teased, watching George with a small smile. “I just- wanna be with you,” he spoke softly, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “I’ll be okay, alright?”
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George watched him for a second, furrowing his brows. “If you’re trying to quit, I don’t think going to a place where that’s probably all they’re doing is a good idea.”
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Clay exhaled softly, looking down at the table. “Right, yeah- sorry,” he murmured softly, leaning against George’s side. “I mean, you’re gonna come home wasted or high anyways, so it won’t make much of a difference, right?” He muttered because stopping himself, covering his mouth with his hand.
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George pressed his lips together, looking away for a moment. “Fine, I just won’t go.”
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“No- f---, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean that, I-“ Clay exhaled shakily, stretching his legs back out. “Please, you should go, I- I’m sorry, I’m being an a--hole…”
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“No, why would you say it if you didn’t mean it?” George muttered, upset. “If you really didn’t want me to go, you could’ve just f---ing said so.”
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Clay exhaled shakily, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine, yes, I- I don’t want you to go. I don’t like it when you come home black-out drunk or high because it- It reminds me of myself,” he muttered, rubbing his face with a hand. “I know you drink and vape for your own reasons, and I’m not asking you to stop, by any means, but I just-“ He groaned softly, leaning back against the booth. “I don’t want to see you in the same place I once was…”
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“Okay, just say that,” George said, finishing off his ice cream. “And I’m not in a bad place when I drink or smoke- I do it because it’s fun.”
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Clay nodded, exhaling shakily. “I’m sorry, I- I really shouldn’t have said that,” he whispered, trying to keep himself from freaking out or bursting into tears,
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“It’s okay,” George said softly. “Just don’t say it again, it made it sound like I do that all the f---ing time. I don’t, and you know that.”
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“I know- Please don’t hate me,” Clay whispered, his voice shaking a little. God, you’re suck a f---ing idiot, why did you ever say that-
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“Gosh- I don’t hate you, dude,” George said softly. “Take a breath. I’ll get over it, I promise.”
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Clay nodded, taking another bite of his ice cream. “I’m- I’m gonna use the restroom,” he spoke, moving out of the booth. He walked off, entering the bathroom of the store. He exhaled shakily as he closed the door, walking into one of the stalls. Why are you so anxious about this, it’s just a party- He’ll be fine- But what if what happened with Jolie happens again- God, calm down, Clay!
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“Dude, what was that?” Nick asked George, frowning at him. “You’re not gonna go after him??” “I am. I’m gonna give him a second, though,” George replied softly.
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Clay leaned against the door of the stall, exhaling shakily as he clutched his shirt in his hands. I- I want him to go, I want him to have fun, but- What if something happens- But nothing’s gonna happen- But what if something does happen- But he can handle himself- He tugged at his shirt collar as he tried to calm down, taking shaky, deep breaths.
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