so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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Sam walked over to the front door and looked outside, checking the driveway. “No, it’s not- Well, this could be bad-“
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“Well, s---,” Clays mom muttered under her breath, turning off the stove and following Sam to the door, checking for herself. “Can you call him, honey? Or would that not be a good idea?”
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“I can try, but I don’t know if he’ll pick up,” Sam said, pulling out her phone and calling her brother. “Uh- What the hell, he blocked me!”
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“Who blocked you?” Nick asked, walking back out of the hall again with an angry and sleepy George behind him. “Clay did,” Clays mom said quietly, rushing back into the kitchen and grabbing her phone. She tried to call her son also, walking back into the living room. “Why is it going straight to voicemail, Sam?”
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“I don’t know, but I’m starting to worry,” Sam muttered, trying to call her brother again. “Nick, try calling Clay.”
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“Uhh-“ Nick pat around his pants, finding his phone and pulling it out. He called Clay, putting the phone to his ear.
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“Is he picking up for you?” Sam asked, shutting the front door and pocketing her phone.
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“Uh, no,” Nick said, bringing his phone down. “But he didn’t block me, so- hold up, George, call him-“ He turned, looking at George, who looked like he was about to murder Nick, but grabbed his phone out nonetheless. He called Clay, putting it up to his ear.
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Clay sat on the side of the road by a creek, leaning against his car. He lowered a vape he had bought from his mouth and looked over at his phone, seeing George calling. He picked up the phone, answering the call. “Yes?” He spoke in a quiet, tired voice, exhaling shakily.
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“Hey, are you okay?” George asked softly, slapping a hand over Nicks mouth to stop him from saying anything. “Where are you?”
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“Not gonna lie, I don’t really know~” Clay spoke with a low chuckle, his words slurred a little.
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George paused for a second, rubbing his eye. “Are you high?” He said quietly, turning and walking back towards his room, much to the dismay of Clays mom.
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“Maybe~” Clay replied with a chuckle, bringing the vape up to his mouth and inhaling. “What’s it to you, Mr. Snoopypants~?”
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“Who the hell is Mr. Snoopy-Pants?” George said with a laugh, closing his door behind him. “Hey, do you remember the last place you were? I’ll come share my vape-“
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“I got my own, silly~” Clay said, giggling softly as he took another hit of his vape. “And I already told you, I dunno~ I just started driving and never looked back, dude~”
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