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Worried

Content Warning: Child abuse
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The clock read 3:03 am. The time left George unbothered, he was used to staying up all hours of the night. The job of being a full time Minecraft Youtuber ruined his sleeping schedule, but he wasn't too mad about it. He looked at his channel and was glad to see that the manhunt vs speedrunner he recorded with Clay was doing well.

Clay.

Recently something was off about Clay, he wasn't acting like he used to. George pondered what it could possibly be. Was something bothering him? Something was off about him, they way he spoke and texted, his energy didn't match his previous self. George thought about the possibility that it could be him. Was he bothering George? George laid further back into his chair.

Am I a bad friend? Should I talk to him?

Talk to him about what? Their feelings? George found that thought reluctant. Yes they were close friends, but George found it strange to talk about something so personal, especially with someone he's rarely had personal conversations with. It was difficult to read Clay, George wished he could get inside his head. Although, he remembers how Clay would talk about how he's an emotional person.

Yeah, if Clay really needed help he'd reach out.

There's nothing to worry about.

Well maybe he is a bad friend. Was it wrong for him to sit there and know something is off about his best friend and not do anything about it? These questions left George rather confused. He never thought about someone so much, especially worrying about their mental health.

I'm sure everything will be okay. George reassured himself.

With nothing else to do, he opened up Netflix and watched a movie. While watching the movie he heard something play in the background. He came to the conclusion that it was probably from the movie. After a couple of seconds he realized that it was a ringing sound. Confused, he quickly took off his headset, realizing it was his phone ringing. Someone was calling him.

Who the hell is calling me this late?

He rushed over to the other side of the room where his phone was charging. He unplugged his phone and looked to see who it was.

Clay?

George answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey George, how are you?" George slowly walked over to his bed and sat down. Clay sounded different. Clay had to have known how late it is here, right?

"Hey, what's up?" He didn't know what else to ask. He didn't want to make it weird.

"I'm okay, can I talk to you about something?" Clay's tone was more serious than normal. George suddenly became nervous. He didn't know what to think.

"Yeah, what's going on?" George forced a light expression in the way he spoke, trying to ease the unusual tension building up between the phone call.

He heard Clay release a deep sigh, "I don't really know how to go about this, sorry if this is weird," There was a slight pause between his words. "I guess I just want to let you know how I feel about this whole vacation thing." George heard the struggle Clay was having to speak, but he didn't want to interrupt him. "I'm really excited to finally meet everyone, but,"

But?

"I guess, I just want to let you know that I'm really nervous about it." George was instantly relieved, he thought he messed up big time, or made Clay angry.