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(George pov cause why not)

We walk from the parking lot into school, silence, only the sound of our footsteps. My mind is racing, as is my heart. Why?

Once again I'm not gay, is echoing through my brain. We make it to the classroom and part our ways as Clay walks to the teacher and I walk to my seat. 

Once at my seat I open my computer and start the work, but I find myself glancing up at Clay numerous times.

Why do I keep looking at Clay?

But I brush off the thought assuming it's my curiosity on what he wants to show me. Class goes by quickly and I practically run to the music room, but not too fast as to not get there before Clay.  

I open the doors and I see Clay standing there unpacking a guitar. How did he get here before me? Jesus

I stare, he turns around a minute later to see me. "Hey, uh, you can close the door. I'm not going to kill you."

I look behind me realizing the door is wide open "Oops, sorry." He gives me a nod of assurance and weirdly it relieves me. That's so sweet, he cares

"So why did you want to see me, Clay?" I'm met with silence.

"Well, I think it's better if I show you." He says as he point the guitar. "Remember when you were in the music room, singing, and I walked in?" I nod. "It seemed like you didn't know a good melody to go with it, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was late night when I couldn't sleep, so I played around with a tune until I got something I liked."

Wow! No one has every done that for me, I think, Clay is so sweet.

"Mind if I play it for you?" Clay says looking up. "S-Sure."

Stuttering? What is this, a middle school crush? I'm not even gay.

And once again it echoes through my brain, as  I bring my attention back to Clay, he is now seated. Guitar his lap, hands fiddling to make sure his guitar is tuned perfectly. He's so cute to look at, I almost say not thinking.

"Alright, I never really sing so, here I go." Clay takes a deep breath before playing. He strums his guitar effortlessly, it's an amazing sight. So satisfying to watch.

He plays a long intro, just like I did. But somehow his sounds even better than mine, more notes, more thought put into it. And then, he starts singing.

"What's wrong? You've been asking but I don't have an answer. How come?" His voice is sweet, perfectly pitched. I feel a blush creeping onto my face that I don't even try to hide, I'm too in awe. "I'm still thinking, let's pretend to fall asleep now. When we get old, will we regret this?"

He's so cute when he sings, he looks so at peace with himself.

"Too young to think about all that shit." 

Maybe I'm not gay.

"And stallin' only goes so far when you've got a head start." he stops singing "that's all the lyrics I heard, but you get it."

I nod, my head circling with thoughts, heart pounding out of my chest. "George? You ok, you look off."

I do like Clay.

Cliffhanger muahahhahha, anyways I have a lot of school to do that's why I forgot about writing this chapter. But I did make it kinda long so that makes up for it a bit.