I Fell in Love with a Boy in a Maid Dress - Dreamnotfound

A place you can call home

there may be a lot more chapters today cause I'm super motivated :]

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We were in the car, driving back to my house. George was staring out of the window, looking distracted or lost in thought.

"You okay, George?" His smile from earlier was gone, I guess he was just now processing the change.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking." He keeps stating out into the road ahead, and I choose that it's probably best for me to stop staring at him and actually focus on where I'm driving before we get in an accident.

"What's on your mind?"

"Am I a bad son... For leaving?" His question takes my by surprise, and it saddens me a bit that he even thought that.

"You had a reason to leave. You aren't a bad son. It's your Mum who's a bad parent." He exhaled in relief and the smile returned to his face.

I pull into the driveway and we get out of the car. "We can leave this downstairs and sort it out tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm ready to just go to bed and sleep." He giggles and takes his suitcase and a bag of clothes. I take the other three bags and then return for the computer.

"Do you want to eat something then head up to bed?" I ask him as he clings to me, resting his head on my chest.

"Hmmmm..." His arms wrap around my torso lightly. "Yes, but I wanna stay like this."

"George I can't make food if you're holding on to me." I chuckle at his actions. He just holds onto me tighter. I shake my head playfully at him.

"Well, we'll just eat in the morning." He hums a response. He's even cuter than normal when he's tired. I smile to myself.

"Can you carry me Clay?" He drags out my name and I lift him up, one arm supporting his back and the other under his legs. He smiles and closes his eyes. I make my way up the stairs slowly to avoid falling. That would be painful.

George starts kicking his legs once I'm in the upstairs hallway. "George- Be careful. I don't want to lose my balance." But before he has time to stop I fall back and land on the floor, with George on top of me. "Ow.." I say and George looks at me.

"Sorry." Guilt is visible in his expression, and I feel bad for worrying him.

"It's okay, don't worry." We get up and head into my room. George goes to my closet and starts looking for a shirt. "Hey, I thought you brought all do your clothes?"

"I did, but I want to wear yours." He smiles mischievously then pulls out a large shirt. I could already see it looking like a dress on him.

He quickly changes and I do the same. At this point, I was comfortable changing in front of him. And as usual, I was practically drooling over the sight of his body. The shirt ended just below his butt, which was a shame...

He walks over to me and flops onto the bed. I lay next to him and pull him closer to me, his back against my chest. My hands carefully traces patterns across his body.

"George..?" The room is dark and silent. I keep my voice low too, to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere too much.

"Yes?" He turns around to face me. We're so close together that I can make out the small details on his face like the few stray freckles, even in the dim lighting.

"Did your Mum... Often say those things to you?"

"Yeah, it was basically everyday. At one point I developed problems with my diet, and would starve myself... But luckily I stopped before it got out of control." My hand was gently placed on his waist, under his shirt, and my thumb was lightly rubbing his skin to reassure him that he's safe now.

"Did she do anything else than that?" He seemed to hesitate for a bit, nervously biting his cheek and letting out a shaky breath.

"Sometimes they used to... Get physical, and hit me... But only a few times." My eyes widen, and I instantly pull him into my chest, holding onto him tightly like he'd disappear if I let go.

"Your safe with me now, George. I'm not going to let those people go anywhere near you." I hear a quiet sob and feel my shirt dampening. George looks up with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm just... really happy." He laughs and wipes away the tears with the back of his hand.

Soon, the silence of the room returns, but it quick to be replaced with our snoring. I really hoped George would stay by my side every night from now on... I felt safe when I was with him. Like all of my problems were pushed away by the happy energy he radiated.

I wanted to tell him everything.

How much I thought about him, how beautiful he was. How I loved hearing his laugh, and seeing his gorgeous smile...

And how I wanted him to be mine, forever.

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