What A Wonderful Nightmare

Difficult Confessions

As Sapnap's car slowly disappeared from both the blonde and brunette's view, the two began to walk towards Clay's place. The street Clay lived on was clearly a worn down one, and not very welcoming either. All the houses on Elm street were dark colors like black, navy blue, a very stormy shade of grey, and even this odd dark green color. As the two continued walking, there was one single house that was more friendly looking than any others on the street. It was still a gloomy color, otherwise it would stand out too much. It was a light enough shade of grey though that anyone would be able to tell immediately that it was slightly different. Well, anyone accept George. He is colorblind after all.

George's POV

"We're almost to my place, George. It's about two houses down from where we are right now, the house with the lighter kind of color? I'm not exactly sure what colors you can  see though so that detail may not help you much." Clay spoke suddenly while glancing down at the shorter boy with a smile full of joy.

"Okay"

He remembered I'm colorblind...I mean I probably would too if that was the first message I received from a new friend but still, It means a lot to me. More than it probably should, honestly.

"Thanks for um, remembering."

"Remembering what?"

"Nothing never mind, you said two houses down right? That's this one right here then."

"Yep! C'mon Georgie let's go it's getting cold out here." Clay sped up a little as he ran up the small cement steps and up to the door, key in hand, ready to unlock the opening to the hopefully  fun night ahead of them. George noticed in this moment how truly tall Clay was. He was almost as tall as the door and even had to bend over just a little to unlock the door. 

He's so tall what the-

George was snapped out of his thoughts by the click of the doorknob unlocking and turning, leading the way into the unlit house. George walked up the last outside step and through the doorway following just as Clay did. The interior of Clay's house was hard to make out in the absence of any light inside though.

"Sorry George, I'll turn on some lights down here before we settle in." As Clay finished his sentence, a light flicked on to George's right making his head turn in that direction subconsciously. George now saw before him a decently messy kitchen, with a tall yellow eye'd boy standing next to the light switch. "I know it's a mess, but I wasn't exactly planning this so I was just gonna clean when I felt like it.... I mean, obviously before my mom gets home."

Clay is acting kind of...weird. Something seems slightly off, but he was nice enough to have invited me here for the night, so I suppose I'll just brush it off...for now anyway.

"It's fine, my house is always a mess since I'm really the only one that helps out....and I'm never home to do so." George said this in hopes Clay would ask him to elaborate on this statement. He knew he would probably have to explain his nightmares to Clay eventually, and It would be easier if he knew about my aunt before it comes to that.

"Why doesn't anyone else help? That's not really fair to lay it all on you."

"Can we sit down? It'll be easier to explain if we aren't just awkwardly standing here in the kitchen and entrance." George was thankful for Clay's efforts to elaborate.