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Ophelia
Best friend George
9:29am
Best friend George
9:30am
Best friend George
9:31am

Best Friend
Best friend Ophelia Best Friend Ophelia Best Friend Ophelia
9:31am

Ophelia
Hello!!
9:31am
Quick Q for you my dude
9:31am

Best Friend
Which is?
9:32am

Ophelia
How would you feel
9:32am
About sharing all the videos we get w everyone when we get them
9:33am
So that we're all always on the same page
9:33am
We know what's gone down
9:34am
And how best to wreck his ass going forward
9:34am
It's chile if you'd rather not
9:35am
Just an idea
9:35am

Best Friend
No, I'd be fine with that
9:35am
It's a good idea
9:35am
And then there's more copies too
9:35am
We don't have to rely on one person for each video
9:36am

Ophelia
Precisely ✨
9:36am
Hokie doki, I'll send the video off then
9:37am
Group chat or individually?
9:39am

Best Friend
Whatever works for you
9:39am

Ophelia
Nice nice nice
9:39am
I'll set up a gc
9:40am
That is all I required from you Gogy boy
9:41am
I shall leave you be now
9:41am
Have a splendid day :)
9:41am

Best Friend
Okay you too :)
9:41am
Seen

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To cry and to laugh simultaneously was, admittedly, an odd feeling. It was an impressive skill, no doubt, but an odd none the less.

It was an aching in your chest, indecipherable in cause whether it be the tight pain of tears of the light pull of breathless laughter. It was a shaking in your hands, both heady with glee and heavy with hurt. It was an all encasing dizziness both welcome and warded.

It was also a bloody inconvenience when trying to text or call your boyfriend.

George could hardly see through the cloudiness in his eyes and the way his smile pushed them half closed. He'd been trying for around five minutes now to type a comprehensible message asking whether Clay was awake and available to call. Eventually, he gave up and settled instead for simply calling Clay until he either picked up or told him to shut up.

Finally, Clay seemed to pick option one.

"George? It's, like, five in the morning, what's wrong?" Clay's voice tumbled through groggily, evidently having been woken up by George's excessive contacting.

"I got it." George replied hoarsely, dissolving into watery giggles and staring at the dark screen, attempting to decipher where Clay was within it.

Upon hearing George's wavering, clear crying voice echo through his bedroom, Clay sat abruptly against the headboard and switched on the bedside lamp. He rushed to grab and put on his glasses, now seeing George's splotched and grinning face. "What? Got what? Why are you crying?" He asked, concern thick and sour.

George continued to giggle, shaking his head and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. Clay registered the bracelet still around his wrist and reached to circle his fingers around his own. He watched as George shifted to cover his eyes with one arm, the other hand coming to press on his bracelet.

"George, baby, what's wrong?" He pressed softly, wishing for nothing more than to be able to reach through the screen and pull the oh so small seeming man into his arms.

"Not wrong, nothings wrong." George finally managed, the tears having stopped momentarily. He spent a moment on simply breathing, eager to tell Clay with an even tone. Anyone would have thought he was about to reveal he was pregnant. "It's my immigration visa."

Clay let his eyes flit desperately around the screen, now thoroughly and completely awake, for any sign as to what George may say next.

"I got it." George laughed. "I got my immigration visa. I can move." Saying the words aloud made them all that much more real and he found himself choking back tears once more, biting his lip and waiting for Clay's response.

Clay's response, seemingly, was to shut down completely. He looked as though he was physically buffering, if George were to describe it, and George swore he could almost see the little gray circle spinning in his head.

Clay was frozen still, begging every kind morsel of the universe to show him that this wasn't some horrible joke of a dream.

Now, the universe wasn't that kind, there had to be some semblance of balance.

So they showed Clay just how very real this all was and just how very awake he was with a splitting pain in his head, just behind his eye. Just to keep things even.

"When?" Clay finally breathed, a smile slowing beginning to take shape in round cheeks and teary eyes.

"I found out just now, that's why I called you so early." George explained, sinking his teeth into his forefinger in an attempt to quell his grin. It did little help but the effort was there.

"When can you move?" Clay continued, throwing the sheets off of his legs and scrambling from his bed to head for the kitchen, certain he wouldn't be going back to sleep. He'd need to evaluate the state of the house to know how long he'd need to clean before George could move in.

"Whenever, I think." George answered, figuring he probably should have read and researched a little bit more before telling his boyfriend but no one could really blame him for being a little excited.

"Now?" And it seemed he wasn't the only one. George laughed elatedly, much too giddy to tease Clay for his eagerness.

"I mean, there's a lot more to it and my parents will probably want to know that I'm moving out of country beforehand," George rambled before staring back at his screen.

Clay had set him down on the kitchen counter and had already begun to clean and reorganise the house. He watched as Clay shifted things around the counter, binning anything unnecessary and making room for whatever George may decide to bring with him. George almost made an indignant scoffing sound when Clay reached to move the apple juice from the top to the middle shelf of the fridge.

People always say to never make big decisions when you're emotional.

George had never really listened to them anyways.

"I don't see why I can't start packing now though? I'll talk to my parents later today and we can look at what we have to do from here but it won't hurt to be ready." He finished and Clay's answering grin could have rightfully blinded him.

The long moments following were a blissful blunder of packing the clothes George likely wouldn't wear in the next few weeks into plastic bags; scouring George's house for cardboard boxes; figuring out where George could acquire more cardboard boxes; cleaning Clay's kitchen - soon to be George's kitchen too, what a thought - and laughing at the plethora of out of date food items Clay could find in his - soon to be their - house.

The two were practically buzzing with an unbridled excitement that they were certain no amount of sour bitterness or suffocating darkness could dampen. George would be there, at Clay's side, long before Damien would be in the country.

They were several steps ahead and it felt exhilarating.

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[Ophelia added you to Big Booty Bitches]

Clark
Glad to finally be recognised for my best attribute 🤩
2:19pm

Nick
I'm flattered 🥺
2:24pm

Jethro
For God's sake, Ophelia
2:24pm
What is this?
2:25pm

Ophelia
This is where we will exchange videos
2:26pm

Jethro
...
2:27pm

[Jethro left Big Booty Bitches]

[Ophelia added Jethro to Big Booty Bitches]

Darryl
AAAAAAAAA
2:29pm
LANGUAGE!!!
2:29pm

Ophelia
O yea
2:29pm

[Zak changed the name to Big Booty Muffins]

Keres
Hi!!!!
2:31pm

Ophelia
Hiya 🥺❤️
2:33pm

Jethro
[Video attached]
2:33pm
Please just send the videos
2:33pm

Vincent
^
2:34pm

Nick
Hi 🥺
2:34pm

Vincent
Hi :)
2:34pm

George
Simps
2:37pm

Ophelia
[Video attached]
2:41pm
Alrighty, I think that's all the vids we have so far
2:41pm

Geo
I am not clicking on any of those until it's established what "videos" are being "exchanged"
2:42pm

Clark
Don't be shy baby ;) click the vids ;)
2:42pm

Ophelia
It's the evidence against manager shit stain
2:43pm

Darryl
Language >_>
2:43pm

Ophelia
Manager poo stain*
2:43pm

Clay
Manager pissbaby
2:47pm

Clark
[Video attached]
2:51pm

Jethro
Don't click that
2:51pm

Ophelia
Don't click that
2:51pm

Geo
Don't click that
2:51pm

Clark
WOW
2:52pm
>:(
2:52pm
Seen

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