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2 - bloom ; walk with me | taba chake

george has been having dreams about the prince in green and white for some time now, it began after the accident - when the last thing he remembered was staring into his mother's blank dead eyes, he then dreamt about staring at another lady's dead eyes, but it wasn't his mother. he then lived through the life of the mystery prince, which, oddly looked like his best friend, clay.

now, dreaming about a man who looks an awful lot like his best friend doesn't help, especially when you're catching feelings for said best friend. (clay's siblings also looked like the ones in george's dreams, whether these dreams were conjured up by his mind or if they were prophecies - george doesn't know.)

george has known for awhile now that he didn't fancy girls, he grew up in an all boys school after all, he told his grandparents about it but all he got was hate and lectures with bible verses. he then cried about it with his parents who in turn had an argument with his grandparents - because why would they ridicule someone, let alone their grandchild, just because of their preference? he's still george, but, the difference is he'll probably end up with a husband rather than a wife.

darryl and sapnap fell asleep, and george couldn't - after a whole day of playing minecraft and dealing with his friends' shenanigans, he was tired, but his mind couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep because he knows he'll dream about that prince again. and when he dreams about the prince, he couldn't help but wonder if clay and the prince were one and the same.

george wasn't sure if clay's asleep, and so he stood up and entered the kitchen, making a cup of hot cocoa, and, he won't admit it but he has another cup off to the side. was he expecting clay to join him? maybe, maybe his little heart hopes to be with the blond. if he doesn't, then, there will be more hot cocoa for george - it's a win-win situation.

just as he was finished with the drinks, clay entered the kitchen. fate and it's mysteries truly are wonderful.

"can't sleep?" clay asked, george merely nodded, offering clay a cup of hot cocoa. he mumbled a thanks and sat on the kitchen counter.

"george?" clay mumbled, george hummed in response, looking up from his hot cocoa. he meets clay's green orbs, they were filled with anxiety and doubt. "have i done something wrong?"

"what do you mean?" george questioned, clay avoided his gaze, he was looking everywhere and everything but george.

"i don't know, it's just that, you seem so...distant lately? it seems like you're avoiding me." clay stopped, fiddling with his fingers, "i won't be mad if you tell me, i'll gladly change or stop doing what i did that upset you."

george was shocked, to say the least. has he been that obvious? but, he smiled at clay; warm, sweet and genuine.

"no, you didn't do anything." he reassured, "i've just been thinking, a lot, recently." he admitted, it wasn't a lie though -- george has been overthinking alot these past few weeks and months.

"oh? about what, maybe talking about it might help? no pressure though." clay smiled at george, moving closer to george with his hot cocoa enveloped within his cold hands.

george thought about it for what felt like centuries, but in reality it had only been ten seconds. he nodded at clay and sighed.

"can we go out? it feels suffocating in here." george mumbled, anxiety crawling up his back. clay, agreed, because he was happy he didn't mess things up with his best friend -- he liked george too much to lose him.

they liked each other, they were soulmates, but they don't see it. everyone can see the love they had for each other but them. darryl and nick saw it, with nick wanting to help clay and make him finally make a move on george, and darryl restraining nick because he knows george can easily be overwhelmed.

they stood up, leaving their hot cocoa on the counter - they can return to it later anyway, and the two boys exited the house, a comfortable silence surrounding them. clay led george underneath a big, old tree and sat down.

"what's wrong?" clay finally asked, after settling down with his best friend. george stared up at the night sky, admiring the stars and the streetlights.

"i've been thinking alot about the accident." george said weakly, "i know it's silly, i should've gotten over it. and i still miss my parents very much but..." he let out a shaky breath, "i always remember when i was laying down on the side of the road, thinking i was going to die...i wanted to be with nick and darryl, and i wanted to be with you."

george stopped and kept staring up at the sky. clay moved his hand closer to george's but never made contact, his eyes were full of sadness and yearning - gosh, he fucking adored george so much it's scary.

"well, i think it's valid." clay replied, "your feelings are valid, and, don't ever feel silly for thinking about that stuff. what happened to you was very scary. but, i just wanted to say that nick, darryl and i won't leave - we'll be here for you, and just say the word and i'll-" clay stopped himself.

"...we'll, do everything we can to help you." he corrected himself. george just smiled and leaned his head on clay's shoulder, he was in deep, he was falling for clay, and he knows it'll hurt so bad once clay rejects him, but, he'll be selfish just this once and appreciate being close to clay.

the ground was cold and muddy, and george stared up at clay, the atmosphere was laced with love and an indescribable warmth. he can't help but think about the way clay's face would go red whenever he was flustered or whenever he laughed too hard, freckles were lightly splashed across his cheeks and they resemble the night sky, but they were nothing compared to his eyes which contained celestial bodies within them - the sun and the moon shining infinitely inside green meadows and hills. granted, he can't see the exact colour clay's eyes were, but what he saw was so much more. there, as they sat and talked, george looked into clay's eyes - lips close but never touching, the distance teasing and flirting with the possibilities and probabilities.

"thank you, clay." george sincerely said. clay smiled, but george barely saw it from the angle he was at.

"of course, george. i'm here for you." clay wasn't sure if george was aware, but he'd do everything to keep george's pretty smile on his face.