so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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George just stared off into the distance, not blinking. “I feel funny.”
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“C’mere, let me- let me get you some water or something- f---, what did I do last time,” Clay muttered, grabbing George’s hands and lifting him to his feet.
(i had idea lmao
also, idk what to do with this- never rped a situation like this xD -
(ooo tell me lol
and all good girl dwdw)
“I think- Imma go back to bed,” George mumbled, swaying slightly before falling back onto the bed again. “at least- least until I throw up.” -
“s---- Maybe wait to throw up until you get to the bathroom,” Clay muttered, grabbing George’s hand and carefully bringing him back to his feet. “C’mon, Georgie, let’s not stay here-“
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George groaned slightly, leaning on Clay. He knelt at the toilet once he got to the bathroom. Taking a few deep breaths before throwing up and leaning against the toilet.
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Clay cringed at the sound but stayed by George’s side, rubbing his back with his hand. “You want me to get you a water?” He asked quietly, crouching down a little.
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George panted, nodding a little bit before he threw up again, gripping the sides of the toilet.
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Clay exhaled as he stood and walked out of the bathroom, going to get George a cup of water. He came back in after a minute or two, setting the cup on the counter. “Feeling any better?”
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George was leaning against the wall, staring out the door, his eyes still glassy. “No.”
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(love how i never put my idea xD
so like, i got this from a webtoon i read,
we could do like, the girl spreads a rumor abt george sexually harassing her but everyone finds out abt the truth, that george was the victim and that’s kind of how he becomes popular? smth along the lines of that??)
Clay exhaled, watching George for a moment. “I uh, I got you some water,” he spoke, gesturing to the cup he set down. -
(oooo sure yeah :))
George looked over to the glass, taking it with weak hands and taking a small sip. “Thanks.” -
“God, I- I never should’ve let you come to this damn party- I never should’ve come,” Clay muttered, rubbing his face with his hands. “This is all my f---ing fault…”
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“What?” George sad, his head falling back against the wall. “I can’t understand you.”
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“Just- Forget it,” Clay said, lowering his hands. “C’mon, let’s- let’s go outside, I can’t stand to be in this house any longer,” he added, offering George his hand.
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George’s eyes wandered for a second before settling on Clays hand. He picked up his head a little, trying to grab his friends hand. His eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head, his head falling back onto the wall with a thump.
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