Treehouse (dreamnotfound)

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The boy walked through the garden, his footsteps echoing on the hard ground.
George has recently picked up the habit of going to the garden a few miles away from where he lived.
I say recently, but actually he been doing this since Clay moved away.

He sees it as a way to calm himself and take his mind off things, or do the complete opposite and contemplate and every thing he's ever done in his life.
And today he was flung just that.

He sat on a stone bench that over looked the pond in the center of the garden which was surrounded by greenery.
The sun was now starting to go down and the small lanterns placed around were starting to glow, admitting a warm light onto every object.
The lighting casting shadows upon the ground which instantly took him back to the time Clay dragged him into that one restaurant for his birthday.

Ever since Clay left for America George finally found out what this feeling of butterflies was in his stomach and finally accepted the fact that he has, and does, like Clay.
When it started though he wasn't sure.

Maybe it was the time he fell from the tree and Clay waited for him anxiously to wake up.
Maybe it was when Clay dragged him around the city for no reason at all.

Or, maybe it was the first time Clay searched George's eyes looking for an answer to a question that was never asked all those months ago in the treehouse.

He wasn't uncomfortable with the way he felt, he thought there really is no reason to be.
His mother was a bit unsure but understood, for she knew that Clay was the reason her own son finally started to express himself.

but it does hurt, George thought

Ah yes, there was the one thing that burned the boy to the very core, the one thing that left scars on his mind.

The thought that Clay doesn't think of him the same way he does

Ever since George finally admitted these feelings to himself that's the only thought that runs through his head that he can't stop thinking about. He has tried to stop thinking about it completely but nothing has helped.

If there even was a change of him liking me back... His thoughts were cut off by the voice of one of the gardeners telling him it's closing time.
He quickly grabbed his coat and walked off.

- - At Clays house - -

The house was filled with the scent of herbs and other spices as Clay helped his mother make dinner.
"1 or 2 eggs"
"1 should be fine, now after you crack it, stir-"
The boy already knew the recipe by heart so he just slowly zoned out back into his thoughts.

Ever since George spoke to him over the phone, about the right person thing.
That's the only thing he could think about.
Something was telling him that he already found the right person but he isn't aware of anyone he's met he's had an attraction towards.

Well there was George but that was only platonic in his eyes, besides, George had already stated he likes someone else at the moment.
[wow I can make this story go any way I want it and I make him the most dense person i've ever-]

"Clay!"
The boy quickly jumps out of his thoughts and back into the kitchen
"If you're not going to help just go upstairs"

When going upstairs he check the time
9:30pm that means it's around 2:30am for George, way to late to call him.....
So instead of eating dinner, or talking to George, Clay just falls asleep.

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yeah I have nothing to say today except for that big time jump will be soon

have a nice day everyone

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