It'd been a week now. George was fully moved in with me. With the help of Wilbur and Nick. I was tired like usual. I wanted to help but only could carry the small boxes. 

Right now I'm laying on the couch while Nick and George I putting George's stuff away. Wilbur had to take a break and was sitting across from me on a chair, drinking a bottle of water. 

"How are you?" he asked. 

"Never better," I said. 

"Wanna play Minecraft with me and some guys tonight? You haven't played in a while." 

"I guess. I'll try it out again," I said. 

"Your boyfriend can join us too," Wilbur smiled. "Then everyone can meet him." 

"We'll see," I said. I yawned. Wilbur got up.

"I'm gonna keep helping." Wilbur left me laying down on the couch. I ended up falling asleep. 

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I woke up an hour or so later. Everyone was gone. Except George. He looked at me from where he was sitting, watching TV. 

"How was your nap?" George asked. 

"Okay," I said, sitting up. 

"Wanna eat some popcorn and watch a movie?" George asked. 

"Sure," I said. George got up and went to the kitchen. I heard the popping of the popcorn. The smell was so good. He soon brought a big bowl of buttery popcorn. I grabbed a handful and ate it. It was delicious. I haven't had popcorn in a long time. As we watched the movie, George leaned his head on my shoulder. I kissed his head gently and laid my head on top of his, falling asleep. 

I woke up with a sharp pain in my side. I groaned. George awoke with a flinch. He looked at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded, trying to push the pain away. "You sure, babe?" 

"I'll be fine. I just have to fight through it," I said, then kissed him. 

"Wanna do something today?" George asked. 

"Sure, I had something in mind," I said. 

"What's that?" 

"Meeting your parents. You met my mom. My dad is dead so...maybe I can meet your parents," I said.

"Oh, I don't know," George was hesitant. 

"It's fine if you don't want to," I said. 

"Well, they're...umm...homophobic," George muttered. 

"Oh," I said. 

"You can still meet them, just not tell them," George said. 

"Sure," I said, hugging George to make him feel better. "I'm going to go take a shower." I got up and headed to my room to grab some clothes. I grabbed a hoodie and some jeans and headed to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and got into the warm water. Music was playing softly like usual. I always listened to music while I took a shower. 

I started singing to the music when I heard the floor creak. I ignored it and kept singing. George's head scared me when he popped his head in. He blushed before coming in the shower with me.

"Am I flustering you?" I asked with a smirk.  

"No," George mumbled. George tried to not make eye contact with me, but each time he looked down...well, ya know? He blushed and looked back up. I grabbed George's shoulders and made him look at me. 

"Why'd you come in here if you are so uncomfy?" I asked. 

"I don't know," George shrugged. 

"When you blush you are so cute." I said. He smiled at me. I pulled him into a kiss. His small, warm body against mine and the warm water pouring down on our heads. We broke apart and took a breath.

"Do you know how much I love you," George says. 

"A lot," I said, kissing his neck. George let out a soft, quiet moan. 

"Then why are you stealing?" George says, looking at me. 

"What?" 

"When I was moving stuff in, I found a big jar of money. And three days ago I saw you pickpocket." I sighed. He found out. I just need to tell him the truth. 

"I'm sorry George."

"Why though?"

"When I was younger, I didn't have a job and needed money so I pickpocketed to get money. And now I'm just used to it. It's just-." George caught me off guard with a kiss. We broke apart and he looked at me. 

"I'm not mad. Just...please stop. Try not too," George whispered in my ear. 

"I'll try not too. But George...the first time we met I-." 

"Keep it." 

"What?"

"You stole some of my money too. Keep it. You're my boyfriend. You need it more than me." How did he know? 

"How?"

"I had a lot of money in there. My wallet disappeared. You happen to find it. I get my wallet back and the money was gone."

"I'm sorry," I said. George looked me in the eye. 

"It's fine, Clay. I still love you no matter what." 

He hugged me this time under the heat of the water. We stood there like this for a while.