hey little girl // dnf // tw

-Chapter 4-

thought i was okay but then, i guess not.

-georges pov-

i woke up the next day, feeling much better. i immediately reached for my phone, which my boyfriend hadn't taken away last night because i fell asleep.

i opened my phone to a ton of texts from clay, and then realized that it was 1pm.

before opening the messages, i walked out into the living room, looking for james. he was asleep on the couch, 4 beer bottles next to him. that was probably my fault, i stress him out. or that's what he tells me.

i sat back down on my bed and opened the messages.

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clay <3
good morning! wanna record today?

george wake up lmao

i wanna visit soon maybe O_O

george its 11am thats late for you

are you okay?

george?

you missed a video call from clay<3 at 12:36pm

george please

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shit. i felt so bad. but why did he care so much?
i replied.  so did he, really quickly.

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clay <3
george please

you
goodmorning sorry i'm okay, just slept
a little late

jesus george, are you sure?

yes im sure lol

call me

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i called him and he answered almost immediately.
"hello?"

"hello clay why are we calling?"

"george! thank goodness" he sighed.

"you didnt believe that i was okay?"

"maybe. anyways do you want to record today?"

"im not sure, my head was hurting last night, it's a bit better today but i feel kinda groggy. and my arms are sore"

i realized what i had said about my arms, and how it was sort of suspicious.

"oh thats okay. why are your arms sore?"

i paused. "n-nothing im fine, i just fell last night." technically it was true.

"...okay. well call me if you're ever in trouble. im always here for you"

"...why would i be in trouble?"

he paused for what felt like forever. does he know?

"...george. recently you seem off"

"how, clay?"

"you seem tired often, you used to eat lunch on call but now you just don't. we could be on call all day and you never leave to get anything. you flinched on stream when you here noises, you sound less happy... you sound- you sound afraid"