so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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      “That b----,” Sam muttered, taking a sip of her water. “If he doesn’t tell you himself, I’ll f---ing get it out of him!” She whisper-shouted, pointing upstairs at Clay’s bedroom door.
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      George rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his water. “Thanks, Sam, but I don’t think that’s gonna help much.”
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      “But-“ Sam sighed, looking down at the ground. “But you don’t deserve this, George- He’s being a dick for no damn reason and throwing away you guys’ relationship for no reason!”
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      George nodded, rubbing his eyes as tears surfaced again. “I know- I f---ing know that, Sam. But I’d rather he come back on his own terms rather than being forced.
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      “I know, I know,” Sam said, sighing. “I just hope he comes to his f---ing senses…”
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      “Yeah, either way I’m leaving at the end of the year, so,” George said with a shrug, moving to go back to his room.
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      “You aren’t gonna leave without fixing this, are you?” Sam asked, her voice small.
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      George shrugged, taking another sip of his water. “I dunno, it’s up to Clay.”
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      Sam exhaled softly, nodding. She took another sip of her water, watching George for a moment. “Well, if uh, if you ever need someone to talk do, just let me know, okay?”
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      George nodded, starting to walk towards his room. “Thanks, Sam.”
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      Sam nodded, watching George walk off before heading off to her room.
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      (sureeee)
George was holed up in his room again, wrapped up in his comforter and scrolling through his phone. - 
    
      
      Clay came back home, tears in his eye as he covered a bruise on his jaw. He walked over to George’s bedroom door, knocking on it. I’m such a f---ing idiot, why did I let myself think he doesn’t like me…
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      “Who is it?” George called, turning his head to look at the door.
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      “It’s- it’s me, George,” Clay spoke, his voice shaking. “Can- Can we talk?”
 
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