(George POV)
My eyes are covered with a cloth, presumably a bandana or something similar. My hand is being held by someone warm as I'm guided through an uneven pathway.
"You're going to love this!" A familiar voice says.
Straight away I know who it is. It may be another dream, but I have to stay here, I want to be with him. I can't leave.
We stop, I can feel the brightness of the sunset shining on me. Clay takes off the bandana and there is a picnic set up on a flower field. "I-It, It's beautiful" I exclaim.
Despite not being able to see all of the colors, it was a beautiful site. Maybe only beautiful because Clay was there, because I'm with him. We sit down on the blanket and he reveals a basket full of snacks. I'm in heaven I think with a wide grin.
We sit for hours talking about our day, eating the many snacks of which Clay brought. He cuddles up against me and bring my face close to his.
"Kiss me?" He asks.
Before my brain can process I'm holding his head in my hands and replying. "Is that even a question?" Our lips touch and I dissolve away.
My eyes open. I'm in my bedroom. Fuck. Why am I back here? I was just with Clay. 3:00 am, my clock reads. Of course.
The past few nights my dreams have been like that. Why? Why am I only dreaming about Clay? I'm not even gay, echoes throughout my brain.
--- 3rd person pov
An alarm goes off at 7 in the morning. George whacks his alarm clock to snooze it for the 5th time this morning.
Tired from the restless night he's been having, and because he hasn't talked to Clay since Monday. Desperate to talk to Clay today, or even see him as they pass one another in the hallway.
Maybe George could help navigate Clay to his classes and he could walk him there too. The schemes the restless boy has made since he has desperately wanted to see the boy in his dreams.
George steps out of bed and throws on some clothes. In an attempt to dress nicer for Clay, he throws an a clean hoodie with a pair of jeans. His new airforces waiting at the door for him.
He grabs a granola bar, feeds the cat, carefully puts on his new shoes, shoves the granola bar into his mouth. His car starts up and he drives with a mouthful of granola.
He walks into school surprisingly 10 minutes early in hopes to see Clay, and he does. George sees Clay close his car door and check his phone, quickly George gets his stuff together and walks up to him.
"Hi Clay."
"Hi George, can I show you something later?"
"Umm, ok? Where?" George asks, anxiety rising in him because he's talking to Clay and has no idea what his news is.
"Music room after," Clay checks a sheet of paper "geometry."
George looks up "I have it too, I'll walk you."
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Bored~DreamNotFound
FanfictionGeorge and his girlfriend ended badly. He doesn't want to date again in fear of it ending badly again, but when he's practicing music in the school band room a boy walks in. That boy is just so perfect, when he joins his band and finds out he likes...
