You Belong With Me

Chapter Five

In case you have forgotten this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. Have a nice day and stay safely hydrated. This will probably be done soon because it's actually really cute and I love it. Now we go on with the story. Enjoy whatever this is.

Today's lyrics are these. Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans. I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself. Hey, isn't this easy?

Third-person

He never considered himself a good singer and never considered to be in the choir or anything like that, so hearing Clay say what he said made him all flustered. "No thank you," George said quietly. "Haha, okay, maybe next time," Clay said as he laughed. His laughs then grew faint as George's thoughts began to take over his body. Clay was the one for him and he knew it. Clay had pretty pale skin, but it was also tan at the same time. His skin just looked so perfect and beautiful. (I am eating salad with chopsticks and I'm editing the chapter before this one lol). Clay had green eyes that looked like a field of grass and it was so cool to George. Clay was lean and muscular all at the same time. He was the right amount of everything that's what made him so damn perfect. "Are you listening?" Clay said with a laugh as George snapped back into reality. "I was up until, okay, maybe next time, and then I started thinking about how perfect you are, I mean what," George then grew quite flustered. He had done enough talking for the evening or nighttime however you want to put it. "What was that?" Clay said as he started to laugh and George's little rant. "It was nothing!" George quickly snapped as his face got redder and redder. Damn this man for having decent hearing and actually listening to what George had said under his breath. "I'm sure, I'm sure," Clay said with a smile. The two go back to sitting in silence as they watch as a few late shoppers run out of the stores before closing. "Come on, let's take a walk back to the car. You seem like your getting a little tired and my legs are becoming very restless with all of this sitting," Clay says as he grabs George's smaller hand in his larger one and then they are on their way. George yawns as he let's go of Clay's arm and instead clings to him. Clay smiled. He could definitely get used to this cutie with him all the time. Clay then shook his head a bit. He wasn't gay and he never had been, so maybe George was just cute for a guy and had a good personality for a guy. Clay sighed. Who was he kidding George had him wrapped around his finger and George didn't even know it. Clay was in love and there's nothing he could do about it because George probably doesn't feel the same. Don't worry Clay you still have nine-chapter to make George swoon for your inevitable charm. "Cute jeans," George said as he tried to spark conversation with the other boy. "Thanks, I have worn these for too long, but they are very comfortable so I am too lazy to buy another pair," Clay said with a smile. George nodded. Who knew such a worn-out pair of jeans had such an interesting backstory. "What about that hoodie? I have seen you wear it a lot," Clay asked with a smile as they continued walking. "My dad got it for me on my tenth birthday and I haven't grown since then and I am now eighteen," George said as he itched the back of his neck nervously. "Aww," Clay said as he squeezes George's face cheeks in his hand. "Is that why you're so small and cute?" Clay asked with a smile as he puts one arm around George's small waist. "I am small I will agree with that, but I am not cute," George says as he shakes his head in disagreement at the last part of Clay's sentence. "That's debatable, but whatever you say," Clay says as he unlocks his car and helps George in the passenger side and then he gets in the driver's seat. He locks the door and then he puts the key in the ignition (I think that is what that's called it is way too early for my brain to even function right now and I am so tired) and then he started the car. "Is your seatbelt on?" Clay asked before he pulled out of the parking lot of the outside mall. George shook his head no and then he put on his seatbelt as Clay did as well. Clay then backed out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Now they were off to both of their houses. They had not even driven for thirty seconds and they were already stuck in traffic. "God damnit," Clay says under his breath as he slams his hands on the wheel. "Please refrain from slamming your hands on the wheel. What if you slam it and the steering wheel turns and we get into a car accident?" George asks and then he goes back to laying his head down. Clay sighed and then regain composure. "What do I do with my hands them?" Clay asked in a confused tone of voice. "Put on my thigh. I don't care. Just like tap and squish it when you feel like slamming the steering wheel," George said with a blush rising on his face as Clay put one of his hands on George's thigh. "I could get used to this," Clay said with a smile as the light turned green. (I need words, so they are going to sing, because why not). Dream hook his phone up to the radio and then started to play music off of his phone because it got kind of boring staring at a road for over an hour. "Time can never mend," Clay said as he tapped George's thigh and looked him in the eye. George just looked at him confused. "The careless whisper of a good friend," Clay sang once more as he squeezed George's thigh. "What are you doing idiot?" George said with a laugh. Clay then pauses the song. "Do you not know the song?" Clay asked with a smile on his face. "No, I have never heard it before," George simply said. "Oh wow, well I will just sing it to you," Clay said with a laugh as George just nodded. "To the heart and mind," Clay sang after he unpaused the song. "If your answer's kind," Clay sang as he looked at the road and George and then back at the road. "There's no comfort in the truth," Clay said as he continued to pat George's thigh to the rhythm of the song. "Pain is all you'll find," Clay sang as he waited at the red light. George went on his phone and he looked up the lyrics to the song. "I should have known better, yeah," George read aloud. Clay raised his eyebrow at the fact that George had gone through the extra effort of looking up the lyrics to the song. "I feel so unsure. As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor," Clay sung back as he held George's hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed it. "As the music dies," George says, attempting to sing the lyrics, without reading them aloud. "Something in your eyes. Calls to mind a silver screen. And all its sad goodbyes," Clay said as he looked at George for like the fifth hundredth time in the story. "I'm never gonna dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Though it's easy to pretend," George sang, and then the rain started to pour down out of nowhere. George's eyes grew wide with excitement. I know you're not a fool. I should have known better than to cheat a friend. "Driving in the rain is dangerous to pull over and wait till it stops or lets up," George said and Clay did so. And waste a chance that I'd been given. Clay sighed as the rain came down hard. "I wanted to sleep in my bed," Clay said with a laugh as lightning struck on the ground. George jumped right out of his seat as it did. So I'm never gonna dance again. The way I danced with you. Time can never mend. "Hey, you're okay. We can sleep in here if you'd like," Clay said with a smile. George nodded. Clay locked the doors and put his car in park. The careless whisper of a good friend. To the heart and mind. If your answer's kind. Clay put the seats down and turned the heater on. It was like a bed. "Let me get the sheets in the back and pillows. I will be right back," Clay said as he unlocked the door and walked in the rain to his trunk. George took off his jeans because only the weirdos sleep with jeans on (Nah, just kidding we don't judge). George kept his hoodie on and got comfortable in the makeshift bed. There's no comfort in the truth. Pain is all you'll find. Clay then opened the door of the driver and shut the door quickly. "Damn it's raining hard out there," He said as he ran a finger through his soaking wet hair. George blushed. Clay's shirt was soaking wet and so was his hair. George could see his abs through his shirt and that made him all flustered. I'm never gonna dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Though it's easy to pretend. "If you don't mind may I sleep with my shirt off?" Clay asked George and George just nodded and covered his face with his hands. I know you're not a fool. I should have known better than to cheat a friend. Clay took off his wet shirt and threw it somewhere.And waste a chance that I'd been given. So I'm never gonna dance again. The way I danced with you. They both got comfy and now they were just going to either sit in silence or talk. "Never without your love What am I without your love?" Clay sang as he ran a hand down George's pale and smooth skin. George blushed once again and then he laid on his back. Clay did the same and they just enjoyed each other's presence while the music blasted. Tonight the music seems so loud. "I wish that we could lose this crowd," Clay said as he took George's hand in his own. "Maybe it's better this way," George said as he read aloud the lyrics. "We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say," The two of them say in unison. We could have been so good together, We could have lived this dance forever. They laugh together and just enjoy life while the rain violently beat against the window of the car. But now, who's gonna dance with me? Please stay. I'm never gonna dance again. George then went on his phone to read the gay novel he has been reading for the last five chapters. Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Though it's easy to pretend. I know you're not a fool. "What are you looking at?" George asked with an eyebrow raise. Clay had been staring at him ever since they had got in the car and even more now than they were laying down. I should have known better than to cheat a friend. And waste a chance that I'd been given. So I'm never gonna dance again. "I can't help it, you look so cute," Clay said with a smile. The way I danced with you. Now that you're gone. Now that you're gone. "Stop it," George said as he flushed a bright red. Now that you're gone. What I did that was so wrong? So wrong that you had to leave me alone? "Go to sleep idiot," George said as the song ended. "Good night then," Clay said as he rolled over and fell asleep.

That's chapter five. This is kind of long not gonna lie. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you @levolevo14 once again for the motivation to finish this today lol! It was pretty cute. Bye and always remember this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. Have a nice day and stay safely hydrated. This is so cliche and I love it lol!