devoted to you - dreamnotfound

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the song above is important for the storyline, so i suggest you listen to it :P if not, then thats okay too but the song is like i said important and the lyrics are based around the storyline.

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Clay woke up immediately out of his nightmare, breaking out in cold sweats.

He was drenched in sweat-his white tee sticking to his skin, the grey joggers he was wearing now being itchy due to the heat. He was used to dreaming about his dead mother but now he's having nightmares about.. himself?

He replayed everything his alter ego told him, maybe it was true. Maybe he needed to push his only friend away and everyone around him before they get hurt. He was a danger to society and soon he was bound to go crazy, his mental health wasn't getting any better anytime soon. It was getting worse and worse as the days went on, it never got any better and it wont. His life wont go back to normal after all he's been through-All the trauma he experienced growing up, the sound of glass bottles shattering. The distant noises of his parents arguing every night.

Clay panted heavily, rocking himself back and fourth to try and calm himself down-his hands pulling through his hair.

He just wanted it to be over, he was getting tired, tired of fighting.

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Clay Made it out of bed the next day, picking himself up out of the crinkled quilt, groggily rubbing his temples. His head thumped, its safe to say he felt like complete and utter shit.

He made his way to school, having to drag himself to every lesson.

Finally, the bell rang, dismissing everyone to leave and go home, but obviously typical Clay would stay late hours and sit on the bench, outside the school building. He would find it calming, it was winter so it would always turn dark earlier then usual. Night time was always the most silent time, the only thing breaking the silence would be the crickets, and leaf's swaying in the wind now and then.

Clay leaned his head back onto the bench, looking upwards to get a better look at the beautiful night sky above him. multiple stars scattered the sky and the moon was bright and pretty. His earphones vibrated slightly in his ears from the music he was playing, his hands also in his hoodie pockets from the cold that left his lips a bluey colour. (Not completely blue its just slightly blue from the cold, IT HAPPENS!)

The silence broke when Clay saw the presence of someone from the corner of his eye, walking over to him. Clay squinted his eyes to try and see who it was but the hoodie hovering over the persons head made it impossible to see.

The person took off their hood, they're eyes now widening once they saw Clay.

"George?"

Clay spoke, slight confusion in his tone. A part of him was relieved to see him, but a part of him.. not so much.

"Oh, I didn't know you we're here, should i-i lea-"

Clay cut him off instantly

"It's okay, you can sit down next to me.. if you'd like."
well, no going back now.

a soft and short smile planted George's face

"I- Okay, sure"

The smaller boy made his way next to clay, plopping himself down onto the bench.

Clay avoided any sort of eye contact with the boy, keeping his eyes on the sky above him.

"W-What are you listening to?" George asked, he sounded shy and innocent. his British accent was so comforting, Clay liked it more then he should

Clay ignored George, as his fiddled with the strings of shredded material from his hoodie pockets. He bit the inside of his lip rethinking his nightmare last night and everything that had been told to him by his alter ego

There was a few seconds of silence before George spoke.

"I'm sorry about the other day, I didn't mean to annoy you" Clay noticed the apologetic tone in his voice.

Clay shrugged his shoulders in response.

"its alright"

"What's your name?" George asked.

Clay contemplated speaking, but giving his name out wont do any harm.

"Clay"

The brunette chuckled.

"I like that name, Clay"

The blonde took his eyes off of the sky and looked over at George.

Yeah, he wasn't used to compliments. Especially not one's about his Name. He liked it, alot.

"Thank you" Clay gave a weak smile, cute, but weak.

George giggled softly, looking back at the blonde.

the sound of his giggle was music to his ears, he sounded so angelic to clay.

"Are u still not gonna tell me what your listening to?" The brunette gestured to the earphones in the Blondes ears.

"Oh.." Clay paused "Sorry.. I'm listening to.. this" Clay took out an earphone and passed it over to George so he can listen to the song.

Oh and i found love where it wasn't supposed to be.

Right infront of me, talk some sense to me.

And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge

Of how much to give and how much to take-

George took out the earphone, passing it back over to Clay as a smile planted his face

"I-I like that song"

Clay looked over at George, smirking a little

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" George replied

Clay and George looked at eachother for a little while longer as their faces became alot more closer to one anothers, Clay flicking his eyes from George's lips to his eyes.

Their noses now brushing against one anothers, and they could feel eachothers hot breath against their faces.

God this is so wrong.

Clay cupped Georges cheeks, his thumb grazing over his skin.

"George.."

Clay spoke as their lips we're just about brushing against eachothers.

"Clay.." George responded in a hush tone.

And before they knew it, they're lips came crashing down against one anothers.

Clay know's this is wrong, but why does it feel so right?

Their lips moved in sync with one another, he tastes like how he imagine him to taste. his soft lips drove him crazy. He felt on top of the world, like no-one could get in his way or stop him. He felt impossible.

Clay needed to stop himself before he lost control.

"W-Wait this isnt-" Clay paused "This isnt right- I-Im sorry i need to go, George"

Clay pulled his hood over his head walking his way home, multiple cars passing him beside the pavement. Leaving the boy alone on the bench.

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