You Belong With Me

Chapter Twelve

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 ones Standing by and waiting at your backdoor. All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me. You belong with me.

Third-person

He wasn't in shape so running upstairs very fast really left him very fatigued (me too George). There stood Clay with a towel wrapped around his waist and him drying his hair with a smaller towel. "Oh, uh, hi George!" Clay said and George waved. "Sorry I wasn't ready on time. My sister was asking me so many questions," Clay said with a smile and George smiled too. "It's okay. I will sit on your chair away from you, so you can get dressed," George said as he sat on the chair. "Are you sure you don't want to watch me get dressed?" Clay questioned with a cheeky grin present on his face. "Don't say stuff like that," George said with a flustered face as he turns around so he is not facing Clay. Clay laughed as he put on a shirt, shoes, and pants. Clay stood up behind George and he put George's backpack off to the side. Clay took George's hand in his own and made him stand up with him. Clay then spun George around. "What are you doing silly?" George asked with a smile a few giggles here and there. "Dancing with you," Clay simply said. George laughed. "We need music if you want to dance with me," George said with a smile as Clay grabbed him by the waist. Clay grabbed his phone and began to play a slow dancing song. (I am going to go look up slow dancing songs with words, so I will be back in a bit. Nevermind, they are just going to dance to a random song). "This isn't a slow dancing song," George said with a laugh a the song started to play. It was 3 nights by Dominic Fike. "I know. I just like the song," Clay said with a smile. "Ah okay. I do too," George said with a smile and the two of them began to dance because the author isn't sure what to write."Three nights at the motel. Under streetlights. In the city of palms," Clay sang with a smile. "Call me what you want, when you want, if you want," George sang as he began to slightly sway side to side with the beat of the song. "And you can call me names if you call me up. Three nights at the motel," Clay sang as he grabbed George's hand and he spun him around. George giggled when Clay did this it always brought him joy and made him feel important. "Under streetlights. In the city of palms," George said as he moved his head and hands from side to side. "Call me what you want, when you want, if you want. And you can call me names if you call me up. Feel like the least of all your problems," Clay sang as he made a phone symbol with his hands. George giggled (this is repetitive lol, but just go with it I need words). "You can reach me if you wanna stay up tonight. Stay up at night," George sang as he walked around Clay's room stealthily. "Green lights in your body language. Seems like you could use a little Company from me," Clay sung as he stood back and watched George do his thing. But if you got everything. Figured out like you say. The two of them just casually danced on their own. Don't waste a minute. "Don't wait a minute it's only a matter of time. For you-ou, to-oo. Tell me now," Clay said as he pointed at George with a cheeky grin present on his beautiful face. "Cause I've been up for. I've been up for it. Three nights at the motel. Under streetlights. In the city of palms," George said with a smile as he spun around and put his hands up and pointed to the surroundings. "Call me what you want, when you want, if you want. And you can call me names if you call me up. Three nights at the motel," Clay sang as he walked over to the smaller boy, to stop him from spinning round and round in circles. Under streetlights. The two of them danced together. They were truly in love with each other and it was so obvious to everyone, but them. In the city of palms. They looked in each other in the eyes of the other and then laughed. Call me what you want, when you want, if you want.They both wanted to confess to each other, but George was scared because Clay was straight and he really wasn't in the mood to get rejected by a straight dude. Clay was scared that George would reject him because he was a straight dude. Crazy world right. "And you can call me names if you call me up I can't fix each and all your problems," George sang as he booped George's nose. "I'm no good with names and faces. Just send me naked pictures. From your neck down to the waist. Stuck in my feelings and vows," Clay sang as he eyed George up and down. George blushed a bit. (I'm forcing myself to work on this because it's almost done) You stopped returning my calls. The two didn't say a word to each other and the only thing that could be heard was light breaths and the music playing in the background. Flaws turn into walls and barricades. "He's so beautiful," Dream thought to himself as he just looked at how perfect the boy in front of him was. "One day he will be all mine (good news that's in this chapter, so you are in luck Dream)," Dream thinks to himself. And I'm too fucked on and over both ways. George is the first to break the silence. "Why are you looking at me like that?" George asked shyly. And now every long day is a bad one. "You are just really pretty," Dream said as he began to go back into his daydream about George. I can't make you call and make you stay. George blushed and swatted at the boy. "No I am not," George said with a laugh. Or take you off the pedestal So I get lost in modern music watching movies. "Yes, you are. Argument over. Your the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on," Dream the simp said.Talking to the walls in my room. Walking through the halls in my head. "I'm sure you said that to your ex-girlfriend too," George said as he rolled his eyes. He did not, I repeat, he did not want to fall for Dreams charm. Well, it was too late for that now, but he was trying to dig himself out of a hole he called love with a plastic spork. Just tryna make sure it all makes sense. "No, I didn't. She was ugly on the outside and the inside, so I didn't bother even lying to her about it," Dream said not leaving any details out. I ain't made of money. Maybe someday you could take it from me. George laughed at his bluntness. Maybe this boy was the one for him. I'm up too late. Dream was tall, handsome, he played football, he was respectful and he had a great personality. Thinking 'bout you.In MIA for Three nights at the motel. Yep, this boy was definitely a keeper. "Under streetlights. In the city of palms," Dream sang quietly as he snuck up on the boy while he was in a trance. "Oh hey! When did you get there?" George questioned with a laugh as he looked up at Dream. "I've always been right next to you baby," Dream said with a flirty smile. Call me what you want, when you want, if you want. "Oh, okay," George said to the taller boy. And you can call me names if you call me up Three nights at the motel. "Come on! Let us go to your car since school starts soon," George said with a smile and Dream agreed.Under streetlights. In the city of palms. "I totally forgot we have school. I was too busy getting lost in your eyes," Dream said as he winked at George. "You know what I will walk to school by myself," George said as he grabbed his backpack. Call me what you want, when you want, if you want. "Don't leave me I am sorry for the shity pickup line," Dream said as he walked with George to the door of his room. And you can call me names if you call me up. "I won't leave you and you're forgiven, but try to come up with less shity pick-up lines," George said, and just like that the song ended and the two of them walked out the door in silence."George. I have a question," Clay simply said. "And what is that," George said as the both of them walked downstairs and out the door. "Uh, well. I was wondering if you could, you know," Clay was trying to say something, but he didn't really know how to phrase it. George giggled with an eyebrow raise. Clay was flustered and he could tell. "Yes?" George asked, meaning he wanted Clay to continue the statement. "Will you be my boyfriend?" Clay blurted out once they got in the car. George looked taken aback. And then he threw himself on the boy. "Of course I will be your boyfriend!" George said with a big smile. Clay smiled and did a little dance. George grabbed Clay's face and brought it towards his own. They then kissed one another. It felt like the whole world had stopped and it felt like heaven to the both of them. George was the first to break away from the kiss because he needed air. God damnit George. They looked at each other in the eyes. "Your pretty," Clay said with a smile. George blushed and wrapped his arms around Clay's neck. "Thank you," George said with a smile. "Now come on. We have to get to school. After all, there is a big game tonight," Clay said with a laugh and George nodded and he got of Clay's lap and sat back in his seat. They put their bags in the back and they both put on their seatbelts. They were then on their way to the school. The two of them made it to school and went their own ways. The day went by slowly, but it was now a break and this was George's chance. He quickly ran to his math teacher's classroom. "Oh, hi George. What brings you here?" The teacher asked. The math teacher is also the cheerleading coach. "I was just wondering if I could join the cheerleading team?" George asked nervously. "Is it because you want to be Dreams cheerleader boyfriend?" The math teacher asked. The whole school ships them lol. "Maybe, but I also want to just try it and see if I can be good at that," George said with a nervous laugh. "Well you are on the team," The math teacher said as she went back on her computer.  "I am?! I don't even have to try out?" George asked confusedly but still filled with excitement. "Yeah. You don't have to try out. What size uniform do you think you would wear? And sorry we don't have any pants only skirts," The teacher said with a sinister grin. She planned this and it was so obvious she did. "I think a small might fit," George says with a smile. And the teacher nodded. Big mistake George. The skirt is not going to fit lol. "Your outfit is in the locker room," The teacher said and George thanked her. "We are practicing right after lunch so see you on the field," The teacher said and they parted ways. Today was going to one interesting day that's for sure. 

That's chapter twelve. I might finish this story today!  I hope you enjoyed it. I am too excited about cheerleader George I am going to write it right now and then the story will be over 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!