Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 22

♡Clay pov♡

I felt awful for lying about George. It probably hurt his feelings so badly. I don't want to feel like I have to hide him from my parents.

"Are you still coming home for Thanksgiving break?" Mom asked.

I nodded.

"Of course I am." I replied.

I noticed George seemed a little upset.

"Can I bring George?" I blurted.

George looked at me, surprised.

"Oh, yes. Of course, dear. I'd love for you to bring your friend." She said.

I smiled and nodded.

The word friend stung a little. He's so much more than that.

"Doesn't your family want to see you, though? Where do they live?" My dad asked.

George hesitated a bit.

"I don't have a good relationship with my family. We don't talk." He admitted.

My parents both frowned.

"I'm so sorry, honey. You're more than welcome to stay at our house whenever you need. You're a good friend to our son, and we appreciate it." My mom said.

George smiled gratefully.

At least they like him. Maybe it'll help me break the news a little better if I ever decide to. Maybe it would be okay since they already like him.

The door opened, and the doctor came in. He smiled at all of us.

"How are you doing, Clay?" He asked.

"Better. It hurts, though." I told him.

"I bet. Here's these for ya." He said, handing me a pharmacy bag.

I opened it.

Pain meds. Perfect.

"Take them only when you need them." He told me.

I nodded.

♡George pov♡

It was nearing Thanksgiving break, and Clay was getting more and more stressed out. He was struggling to focus on studying, and he was having a difficult time not fidgeting.

"Talk to me, baby. What's got you so worked up?" I asked as he climbed into bed next to me.

He laid down and sighed, pulling the cover over himself. I ran my fingers gently through his wet hair. He flinched a bit, but let me.

"I feel so awful about having to hide what we really are from my parents." He admitted.

I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. I kissed the back of his hand.

"It's okay, Clay. I want you to tell them when you're ready." I said.

"I'm scared. I want to tell them. I don't want to hide us, but I'm so goddamn scared." He told me.

I pecked his lips and rested my hand on the side of his face.

"I don't want you to feel pressured to tell them. It doesn't hurt my feelings at all. If you don't feel comfortable telling them, don't. You'll find the right time." I said.

He nodded and sighed.

"When am I meeting your parents?" He asked.

I felt my heart sink.

"I don't talk to my dad anymore." I replied.

"What about your mom? Can I meet her?" He asked.

I felt my eyes water and my lip quiver.