I'll see you today. // DreamNotFound

Chapter fourteen

OMG!

George almost fell all in the hug but the cake scent was all around the wooden house, so he couldn't help but go and see what is the baked good.

Clay slowly followed George as they three went inside the kitchen zone and saw a small home baked blueberry pound cake laying on a fancy plate. It looked almost professional. 

"Did you bake this?" Georges eyes were wide. 

"Yep! Your favorite." Clay stood there handing him a knife and plates.

"H-How did you know that these are my favorite?" George was excited to cut open the treat and eat it all.

"You know, I have my ways" Clay smirked and went to grab a peace that George had putted on for him.

"No seriously, you did amazing!" Emily agreed with her brother as they all sat and ate the cake.

"In these months I may or may not have taken some cooking lessons." Clay said and after put the last peace off the cake in his mouth. Everyone ate and talked and after few minutes the blueberry treat was gone. Everyone was happy and full.

"Emily, would you have any problems if I steal your brother for tonight?" Clay started a new conversation while cleaning his dish.

"No, of course not! If it's for the best then yeah!" She looked over to George who was sinking under the dinner table to hide the blush on his face.

"Thank you! Well be home tomorrow morning!" Clay went upstairs to the bedroom.

"Were is he taking me?" George tried to sit up normally again. "I didn't agree on this."

"Shut ya mouth and go pack if you need anything. I have to agree with your boyfriend this time! Plus i have some stuff to do too!" Emily took Georges hand and in some way dragged him to Clay.

"Okay, but if I die tonight than I still hate you for eating the last peace of the cake."

"Nah, you don't hate me, plus I do not care." Emily pushed him into the room and closed the door. She was away.

George looked at Clay who was packing a bag of some stuff and handed him a pile of clothes and a towel.

"You might want to go in the shower you know?"

"Why?"

"Cause you would want to remember the best night of your life in a good way, right?" Clay smiles to him with a small cocky smile.

"What do you mean?" George was still confused, but sweat started to fall on his back.

"Oh c'mon. You know what I mean"

That is the moment George chocked.

Was he really?

With no other words George rushed in the bathroom that was nearest their bedroom and looked in the mirror.

First time we ever made out was on Christmas. Why am I still embarrassed? Did he mean it seriously?

The ton of questions fell down his brain as he started to undress himself to get in the shower.

What if I mess something up? What about the first time? Does he remember? Probably not, since it was dark. But how it is going to be now? 

After about ten minutes George made his mind back together. The questions still flooded his mine like crazy.

"I can do this!" George looked in the mirror wearing the clothes that Clay had picked out. Not a bad choice.

George finally stepped out of the bathroom when Clay was already waiting at the front door, in his jacket and boots, holding up Georges jacket and scarf he usually wears.