TW: Panic Attack
(Some of the characters are made up ones. I did not look up any of the Smp member's families. Other than the ones I already know.)
George woke up in a start, sweat pricked every inch of his skin. His alarm was blaring out from his phone. 'What was that dream about?' He pulled the hot blankets off of him and turned off his alarm.
Slowly, he stripped himself of the sweaty clothes. Leaving him in boxers only. Dropping the sweaty clothes into the white hamper. There was a knock at the door before it was pushed open by a very energetic brown-haired boy.
"Gogy!" His eyes were shiny and bright. "Good morning, Karl," George said in a sleepy tone. Karl walked over to George, placing his hands on his shoulders. There was a look of concern that flashed through his eyes before he gave a silly smile.
"You stink!"
George rolled his eyes before a smile made its way onto his face. He pushed Karl's hand off of his shoulders. "Jee, thanks for those kind words." George pushed Karl back until they were in the doorway of his room. "We have to get ready for school. I'm going to go take a shower."
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While in the shower he tried to think about the dream.
He couldn't remember no matter how much he had tried to. Deciding to leave it be was the last, but the only option he could choose.
Getting out of the shower there were the tingles of coolness that ran through his body. The best thing about the shower was that you didn't feel so disgusting anymore.
Grabbing the towel, George padded the towel around his body. The mirror was fogged over his reflection. But through the fog, he could see the outline of his slim body. George was a skinny boy with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. It meant he didn't stand out too much in the crowd. The only time he stood out in the crowd is when he was with the football players. Which he didn't do too often, well... That was a lie. He hung out with his best friend all the time.
There was a knock at the door. "George get out! I have to take a shower!" The voice of a female, that was... Karl's younger sister, Caroline. George grabbed the blur shirt off of the counter and slipped it over his head before he pulled on his black boxers. "Give me a minute." He said in reply back to her. Before he got in the shower he had brushed his teeth so he didn't need to do that. After hastily pulling on the light-colored skinny jeans and brushing his hair, he opened up the bathroom door and walked out.
"Took you long enough." Caroline playfully sneered before pushing her way inside.
Every time.
Every time.
She did that every.
Single.
Time.
George walked into his bedroom, grabbing the socks that lay on his bed, and pulled them on. He picked up the backpack from his floor and slung it over his shoulder. Just in time for Karl to announce that it was time to get going to school. George made sure that he had everything before rushing out of his room. "Coming!" He yelled loudly as he ran down the steps.
Once George got to the door he slipped on his shoes. Karl watched him as he did so, judging the shoe wear he had on. "I still don't understand why you went with 'Blowfish', and not 'Converse.' Like, sure they are comfortable and kinda cute. But, Converse is stylish, sleek, and not easy to put on at all." There was a long tone of sarcasm in Karl's voice. George let out a small chuckle before standing up and shaking his head. The two boys walked out to the car, where Karl got inside of the driver's seat.
"Ready?" Karl asked, George, nodded his head quickly as he got in the car. Which was pretty slow.
Karl smiled softly, started the car, and backed out of the driveway.
"Hey, George?" They were halfway to school when Karl finally said something. George looked over at him. "Yeah?" He responds a little confused at what might come next.
Love life?
Relationships?
Money?
Parties?
Death?
"What does the fox say?"
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"You asked him that?!" The black-haired male with a white t-shirt was wheezing next to Karl. George was 'unimpressed' by his best friend's joke.
The black-haired male's name was Nick. But, some people called him Sapnap. He was one of the best football players at the school.
"Yes, yes he did Nick," George said whiles he held back a grin.
Karl rolled his eyes before, "You know it's funny!" He pointed at George before, George started laughing his heart out. The three of them laughed for about two minutes before composing themselves.
Nick had tears running down his face from laughing. Karl was concentrated on wiping them off with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. George chuckled at the sight before he looked at the clock.
His eyes widened, "Sh-oot! I have to return my book to the library before 8." Nick and Karl looked at George, "I'll see you in class." He rushed away from the two, walking through the crowded high school hallways.
It was only 7:30 but he didn't like turning things in late. Time moved fast and there was no way to stop it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a curly-haired friend of his. Standing next to him was a shorter lighter brown boy who he didn't know.
While looking at the two he smiled. Eret was always left out of their other friend group of his. So, it felt nice that he had other friends that he could talk to and be himself around.
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As he pushed open the glass door to the library, he quietly stepped inside. Making his way up to the front desk he could feel eyes bore into him. He soon found out they were from the Librarian.
"Well, hello Mr. Davidson." She spoke quietly with distaste filling her tongue. George passed the book over to her and waited for her to check him out before he turned around.
When George turned around he came face to face with another human being. He would have screamed if he hadn't placed a hand over his mouth.
"How ya doing? -Bitch." George broke out into a muffled laugh. There in front of him stood a sophomore. A sophomore with blond hair and a lack of manners. George gave him a thumbs up before quickly walking away from the younger male. Holding in his laughter, trying not to get reprimanded by the librarian. Before he could even make it out of the library he was pulled into one of its isles. In a heap of surprise, George screamed.
Very loud.
In the background, you could hear the librarian shush the loud screamer.
"Can you scream any more like a woman?" Georges's head snapped over to a tensed-up, tall boy in a grey sweatshirt. Who undoubtedly had his ears covered with his hands. "You know I hate loud noises." The tall male winced before beginning to relax.
George just stared in disbelief at the male.
The handsome and shy, football player. Who George was honored to have as a best friend.
"Clay?!"
The said boy looked down at George. George was completely worried at this point. Clay was not even supposed to be in school today.
"Aren't you supposed to be at your dad's funeral?" It took a few moments but the taller male -Clay- slowly nodded his head. His lips pressed into a line as his hands drifted away from his ears. George watched as his lips began to tremble.
In what felt like a dramatic moment, Clay slid down onto the floor and placed his head on his knees. Setting his backpack down, George kneeled down in front of him.
"I couldn't." Clay breathed out. "I couldn't go see him." You could feel the pain that seeped into those words and out as whispers. "I didn't want to be there... I couldn't." George placed his hands on the caps of Clay's knees. Clay didn't bother to lift his head to look at George. To be honest, Clay didn't even move. Other than breathing of course. "It's okay... It will be okay one day." George whispered to him in a soft tone. Seconds later George was being pushed into a hug. He was planted onto the floor with the younger male's face pressed into his chest. There was the faint sound of sniffling and uneven breathing that erupted from Clay. George wrapped his arms around Clay tightly. Holding him like he was never going to let go. "It's okay, Clay," George whispered in a soothing voice. He rested his chin upon Clay's head. He could feel the way Clay clenched onto his blue shirt, with a strong grip. George knew his shirt was going to have a huge wet spot on in because of this but he didn't care. It was Clay after all. Clay was with him when his parents divorced and his mom remarried. Clay was with him when his cat passed away. The Clay who was with him when Karl and Caroline were at their all-time low in life. It was just his turn now to help out his best friend. "Clay..." George whispered softly, his hands squeezed at Clay's back. Trying to calm him down and comfort him. There were moments of sweet silence and calm. Others were full of sniffles. George didn't know what he could say, he didn't know what to say with Karl and Caroline.
They sat there, in silence for a bit after that.
"We have to get to class," George spoke up in a soft voice. There was a long groan that came from Clay before he moved to sit up. He had tear-stain cheeks, messy hair, and red-tinted emerald eyes. George made eye contact with the younger male before giving him a small sad smile. Clay's eyes traveled down to where his face was planted in George's chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-here."
In a moment of confusion, George watched as Clay pulled off his sweatshirt. Underneath his sweatshirt was a white button-up that was tucked into his dark jeans. "No, Clay. Please keep on your sweatshirt. I want you to be comfortable." George whispered to him in a defying tone. But, Clay wouldn't listen to him. He pushed into George's hands and stood up slowly onto his feet.
"Your shirt looks disgusting. Please just... Wear my sweatshirt." The sad tone cracked into an even more sad tone. George looked up at Clay before, he let out a soft sigh.
Pulling the soft fabric over his body he situated himself comfortably. "It's too big." He whispered to the taller male. There were ling sweater paws that hung from George's hands. Standing up, the sweatshirt dropped down to his thighs. "You look fine. At Least, I think you look fine." Pulling up the sleeves up to his elbow, George reached up and fixed Clay's messy dirty blond hair. "I'll just have to believe you."
They left the library, the halls were almost empty apart from a few people who were making their way to class.
Sometimes, George couldn't believe that he was older than the handsome dirty blond boy next to him. But, he was happy that he was older sometimes too. He'd use it against Clay whenever he made fun of his height or something along those lines. George wouldn't say he was closer to Clay than anyone else he was friends with because he was not. The person he was closest to was Karl. Karl had been his best friend in diapers and they never drifted apart.
The reason behind that was because their moms had been best friends since high school. So they planned a life around each other. Even going as far as having a conjoined wedding. They didn't line up having kids on the same day because both parents did think that was very weird thing to do. George was born about 3 months before Karl was.
But, on the other hand if there was something that George couldn't tell Karl, -like if someone had a crush on him-. Then he would talk to Clay about it and get it off of his chest.
Not that George knows who likes Karl or anything...
George looked up gave Clay a smile and wrapped an arm around his arm.
They had four periods together in a day and the teachers thought it was a good idea to make them -or let them- sit next to each other in every single one.
(not a lie, this is how it is with me and friend of mine, except it's 5 periods in a row up until the end of the school day. so, don't call me out for this cliche.)
No, they didn't have the first to periods of classes together but there classrooms were close to each other's.
Clay didn't look like he should even be at school. He had dark bags underneath his eyes from probably staying up late crying. The collar of his shirt was really bugging George but he decided to leave it be as -you know- not the best time. Before they parted for class, George gave Clay a big hug. "If you need anything just call me." He whispered to the younger, waved, then walked away.
Sorry, I should say ran away because they both had thirty seconds to get to their respective classrooms.
Right when George stepped into the classroom the bell went off. Relief flooded into George's senses as he walked over to his and Karl's shared desk.
"Ooh, who's the sweatshirt from?" The suggestive look he gave made George smile. But the words he said we're not so happy. "Clay is at school." He said in almost a whispered tone. Karl liked over at him with a very surprised look. "Your joking." The brown haired boy lightly punched Georges shoulder.
But the older shook his head, "He's here. He could go to his father's funeral. He just couldn't do it. He cried in the library while giving me a hug for 15 minuets. Frankly, he scared the crap out of me, but that is beside the point. He is here." Karl turned away with a sad look on his face before he pulled out his phone. George could feel the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the reason why it had vibrated.
TheGang🍔
1 message from Bestie🐩
George tapped his finger on the notification. That pulled open Snapchat on his phone.
Bestie🐩
Clay is here at school, just letting everyone know.
George turned off his phone, taking sure it wouldn't buss. Before he elbowed Karl in the arm, "Why would you do that?!" Karl looked at him offended. George rolled his eyes, "Maybe he didn't want people to know he was here until they saw him. He doesn't want all this attention. You know he hates things like that." He scolded softly.
Things that Clay hated... There was not a lot of them.
Loud noises.
Too much attention.
Scary things.
Loud, pushy, and mean people.
Also, he wasn't to keen on parrots. Or birds in general, just he didn't like loud or noisy ones.
Yet, he was in football.
Fitting really.
"Sorry... I didn't think you'd react like that." Karl looked down at the finished assignment he had infront of him. George lifted his hand up and placed it on Karl's head. "I'm not mad at you. Don't worry. Just, he doesn't want the extra attention." It was said so sincerely, it would have melted even the coldest persons heart.
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News spread fast throughout the friend group and outside of it too. That didn't make George too happy at all. In fact he was kinda angry, people would constantly ask Clay if he was okay. There was not a minuet gone by and someone would ask.
It was only second hour.
George was walking to his second hour class when he felt someone bump into his side. He looked over expecting it to be Karl or SapNap, but no, it was Niki.
"So... What happened with Clay? Is he doing okay?" She asked in her soft tone. "I knew I shouldn't ask him because he is already being bombarded with that question. So, I decided to ask you instead because you are the closest person to him." George gave her a sad smile before his hand tightly closed around the strap of his backpack. "He... Is taking it very hard. I'll say he is okay, but he is not anything more then that." George looked down at the grey sweatshirt of Clay's he had been wearing. This was definitely not the normal one that he ever wears. This was not the darker green colored sweatshirt with the smile on it.
"It will be okay. I know just not to get in his face. I told Will to back off. Don't worry." She smiled softly at George before she walked back down the hallway opposite of where they were going. Niki was a very sweet and kind girl. She was a German transfer student who's family decided to move to America so that she could go to school here. She had met William or Wilbur, as everyone calls him. They became very close friends. Some might have suspected they were dating but those rumors were debunked when one of the boys found Wilbur and.... Should I say his name? And someone in the boys locker room making out.
People didn't stop talking about that for weeks.
George looked down the hallway following her blond hair briefly with a smile. He liked Niki, as a friend -of course.- George was convinced that she was an angel sent down from heaven. But he had no way to prove if that was even true.
When he got to his second hour class he walked into the room and sat down at his desk.
History.
It was the most boring class George took, and no, it is not because it is boring. But, because this is the only class George does not have friends in.
He pulled out his phone since he had a few minuets before class started, and turned it on. There was a bunch of notifications from the friend group, some snaps from other close friends of his who were not in the friend group, and even a snap message from Clay himself. The older wasted no time tapping on his notification to open up the message.
Clayton👀
Did you tell Karl to do this or something? Fml...
Georgie
Yeah, he had asked about the sweatshirt. I kinda had to tell him.
Clayton👀
Oh... I guess I didn't think of that.
Maybe giving you the sweatshirt was a bad idea lol.
Georgie
I told you, you didn't have to.
Clayton👀
I didn't want you going to class with a snotty wet shirt.
Gtg, class is starting. Talk to you later.
Georgie
I think I would have lived.. But okay. Thanks you for not letting me suffer.
See you next our class Limy.
That nickname -more specifically Lime- was not for anyone's use but George's. The only way that someone would know that nickname is if they went through Georges phone's. He never uses the name inside of school, and whenever he does it's in very quiet whispers behind closed doors. Sure, it was an odd nickname for someone to have but there was a whole story behind it that was not one they wanted the whole world to know. Not that it was a bad one, no, it was very cute. George just didn't want the memory to be shared around the school and risk his nickname being used three-hundred hours a day. Deep down George knew he'd get jealous over someone else but him, calling him that.
Not even Karl knew he called Clay, Lime.
The sound of a bell rung in the starting of class. George slipped his phone back into his pocket so it didn't distract him during class.
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It wasn't until his phone started rapidly vibrating in his pocket that he become distracted. He pulled it and and read the caller ID. '2nd Mom.'
Why was she calling him?
George looked at the teacher then raised his hand. When the teacher called on him, he acted like he really had to go use the bathroom. "Mr. Pants, I really need to use the bathroom." The teacher hummed softly before nodding his head. "Sure."
In half a second George was across the classroom. When he exited the classroom, the phone was pulled out of his pocket. He called '2nd Mom's back.
Who was 2nd Mom you ask?
Placing the phone up to his ear George listen as it rung once before she picked up. "George?" The soft cracking sound of her voice brought life to the phone.
"Mr.Block, are you okay?" There was a pause before a cry was heard. "Clay..." George already knew that this call had something to do with him. "Clay? What's wrong with Clay?" He was concerned for the well being of his best friend. He didn't want anything bad to happen to him so, whenever he got calls about him it was a no brainer.
"He's having a panic attack in the library." She didn't sound like she was any better herself. George frowned, he already knew what this was about. "I'm on my way." There was a soft 'thank you' before the tone went dead. George lowered the phone from his ear and as fast as he could walk, he walked to the Library.
The empty halls made it the best time to do so. Getting there fast as of time and urgent need.
When he got there it was only a matter of time before he heard the muffled cries. But there was no cries. It was total silence other than the librarian typing away at her computer. "Are you looking for Mr. Block?" She asked out of the blue. From across the small room they made eye contact. George walked closer to her, with soft words he said, "Yes, Ma'am."
She nonchalantly pointed over to a corner of the room that had a wall of books infront of it, but there was a doorway cut in the bookcase so you could walk though. George quickly turned on his feet and ran over to the cut out.
The scene in front of George was one of utter heartbreak.
Clay sat head-in-knees in the corner of the room rocking back and forth. He looked like he was shaking horribly. George slowly walked over to him and kneeled down. The sight made George tear up, he used the sleeve of Clay's sweater to wipe a few tears away from his eyes. "Clay..." George whispered softly, his hands placed themselves on the Clay's.
Clay looked up at him, eyes watery and red, cheeks tear stained. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything his shaky mouth snapped shut. Large tears flooded down his cheek.
George's heart broke even more.
He pulled the younger male into a hug. He could feel his body rapidly shaking as if he was left out in the cold without any warmth for hours. "Calm down." George whispered, holding back his own cries. He had to hold his best up for Clay even though the sight broke his heart seeing his best friend like this. It did that every time.
It sounded if Clay only started crying harder when George hugged him. When Clay hugged him back, George took the opportunity to slide himself in-between Clays legs. It made the hug much more comfortable than it had been before. "It's okay." He whispered, placing a hand in the younger males. Slowly, he sifted his fingers through the soft dirty blond strands. It seemed to calm the male down a little bit. He just didn't stop shaking.
"Please tell me what's wrong... What can I do?" There was a soft pause of silence, before a shaky breath was released above him. "I-I can't.. handle.... e-everyone." The blond stuttered softly, squeezing George tighter as he talked. "Your mom can come and pick you up. You don't have to feel bad for being like this. Nobody ever told you that you needed to handle everyone." George tried his best to comfort his best friend.
It wasn't like being a comforting person was in his nature at all. He didn't understand why he was the first person people would come to if they were hurt from feelings. George was not a feelings type of guy.
"Your mom said she would come and pick you up.... I can call her." George had calmed down in the hug as Clay did. He broke the hug, and was now loosely sitting in-between Clay's legs on his knees. He cupped Clay's face in the palm of his hands lifting his face up. There were tears lines streaming down his face. His eyes were puffy and red. Just like before, the younger males dirty-blond hair was a mess. A small smile carved itself onto George's face. "T-Thank you..." Clay made eye contact, before he pulled George into a quick tight hug. George wrapped his arms around Clay's torso and squeezed him tightly.
"Don't thank me... Tell me the next time you have an attack."
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A hand pressed the puffy duvet as George leaned up. "So... When are the others going to get here?" Clay's voice randomly cracked in the middle of the sentence. He sat up to resting himself on his elbows.
Was there any space between them?
No.
Did they care?
Hell no.
Was this normal?
Yes.
"They should be here soon." George laid down on Clay's chest wrapping his arms around him with a playful smile. "Relax, young man." He giggled lightly and looked up at Clay.
Clay breathed softly, looking back down at George with a dazed look with red eyes.
"What?" The older questioned, unwrapping his arms from the younger male. He could feel a soft of shock when the younger shook his head. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just thinking." He scooted back and sat up fully. George leaned up himself and backed away from Clay. "Thinking about what? I know your a vampire already you don't need to tell me that Mr. Red eyes."
A heartfelt laugh escaped the blond hairs lips. "Shut up. I was thinking about my dad." The once happy energy turned into sadness. The mention of the dead man filled the room with silence aside from the clock that ticked off the wall all day. With a sigh, George got out of bed and stood on the floor.
He had on a pink long sleeved shirt that said 'strawberry milk' on it and pair of black sweatpants.
"Clay... Everything will he okay." He grabbed onto Clay's hands and pulled him out of bed. "How do you know? How do you know everything will be okay?" George looked up at the taller male with a sad smile. "Because it was okay before you father passed. He was gone two months, and you guys were not struggling. Now, let's not talk about your father. I came over to cheer you up. I don't want to have an unhappy Lime on my hands now do I?" He walked to the radio that rested on the wooden desk. The aux cord laid in a knot connected to the black computer. He sat down in the spinny chair, opening the computer.
"Password?"
He looked at Clay, who stood behind him.
"Minecraft420."
George laughed and looked at the keyboard for the computer. More of the pretty giggles escaped Georges mouth as it was the actual password. "Why? Why would your password be Minecraft420?!" There was no verbal response from Clay that George had received. Other than a laugh and a pat on the head.
Even though it wasn't expected, it was, because both boys play minecraft.
George opened up YouTube, typing in the search bar. 'What Does the Fox Say?' Tapping on the lyric version of it. A few seconds later music started to come through the radio.
But that wasn't the plan.
He turned the song to a different one.
George got up onto his feet. Slowly walking over to Clay he spun around. His eyes playfully traced over the tallers.
"Dance with me Lime." Their hands connected and their bodies become flushed together.
In a quick moment, George was upside down with a hand on his thigh and a hand in the dip of his back. "I'm suprised." He whispered, eyes trained on the other set that stared back at him trance-like. "Why's that?" They needed to make it fun tonight and not just some downer pity party that would happen.
His father died.
He didn't wanna have Clay think about that.
"Because you never danced like this with me infront of everyone else." A playful smile filled George's lips as he slapped the hand that held onto his thigh. When the hand was gone, he placed both feet on the floor but it was an uncomfortable position for him to be in with his back bended.
Males bodies should not bend like this.
"This hurts you know." George whined softly.
He could see the smirk practically radiate off of Clay. "And what are you going to do about it?"
George look at their bodies, before he smirked himself. "Your a naughty one." Lifting his leg up he hooked it around Clay's waist. After that, it wasn't hard for him to hook the other leg around. That part him in a still uncomfortable but more comfortable position.
"I won't complain about it though. You are not much of a dancer."
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