Darling (DNF highschool AU)

Chapter 4

♡George pov♡

"I'm so sorry for just showing up. I don't know where else to go." He said, burying his head in his hands.

I put a careful hand on his back.

"What happened?" I asked quietly.

"Fucking Fundy he- he's just-"

Clay cut himself off, sniffling. I waited for him to continue.

"He kissed me. He was completely sober and I'm fucked up. He was trying to touch me or something." Clay admitted.

I felt a little sick to my stomach. This usually tough, strong, boy had completely shattered over something like that happening to him. I moved closer to him.

"I'm so sorry he did that to you." I said.

Clay leaned his head into my chest as he continued to cry. I rubbed my hand up and down his back.

"It's okay. Breathe. Your okay now." I comforted quietly.

Although I hate him, I can't help but feel the need to comfort him. He doesn't seem like the emotional type but he's doing horrible right now. Clay took a deep, shuddering breath.

"I think I-"

He stopped talking. I ran a careful hand through his hair.

"Keep going." I said quietly.

"I-I think I liked it. Not kissing Fundy but the thought of kissing a boy." He said quietly.

I was taken aback and shocked. He cried harder.

"I can't be like this George. My dad would be so mad at me. I can't like boys. I fucking can't." He sobbed.

I wrapped both arms around him and pulled him against me.

"This is so bad. I can't be like this." He cried.

I just held him tighter.

"Your okay. I promise everything's okay." I mumbled.

He had finally calmed down and stopped crying. He pulled away.

"Can I please stay here? I'm sorry. I don't wanna go-"

"Clay it's okay. Of course you can stay here." I cut him off.

I laid down on my bed. Surprisingly enough, Clay laid with his head on my chest and his arm wrapped around me.

"Your drunk Clay. Your gonna regret this in the morning." I told him.

He grabbed my hand and put in on his head. I began to play with his hair.

"I don't care. This feels right." He mumbled, closing his eyes.

This feels right? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I ignored it and continued playing with his hair.

♡Clay pov♡

I don't care that I was drunk and would regret saying those things to George. It felt good to get off my chest. Hopefully he doesn't tell anybody. His fingers gently ran through my hair and I could hear his heartbeat. I've never been this comfortable in my whole life. George sighed and opened his phone. He pressed on an audio thing.

"Hey Sap, Clay is asleep right now. He's safe at my house. He came here, like, really drunk but he's okay." George said.

He thinks I'm asleep. He sighed and set his phone down. His continued to play with my hair. I felt his eyes on me.

"I'm so sorry this happened." He mumbled.

My heart nearly melted at his tone. He sounds like he actually cares.