-Through The Playlist- Poly Dream Team (DreamNapFound) {CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED}

chapter 5: a day of gay

T O  F E E D  T H E  G A Y S  W E  N E E D  T H E  G A Y S .

clay's phone buzzed, getting several messages from tommy. he smiled a bit as he clicked the off button and put it back into his pocket as he turned his attention to george and nick. they both stared at him inquisitively but he just smirked.

"what was it?" nick asked, putting his water glass back on the coaster on the coffee table after taking a small sip. clay sighed, pulled his phone out of his pocket again, and pressed on the home button to open it with his thumb print. he navigated back to the messages app and showed the two, knowing fully that they would have no idea what tommy was talking about.

Small Child

I've got the goods

Ooh I like saying that

I've got the God clay.

Fuck

Goods**

It's time to pay up

Or should I say CLAY UP!

Or GAY UP!!

Why do people say I'm not funny

I make great jokes

Also you're totally gay

Unlike me

I'm supreme ultra wife haver

"i'm ignoring the terrible attempts at humor. what does he mean when he says that he's got the goods?" george asked, not knowing what tommy was talking about. then it clicked (well yes, but actually no). "wait a minute-"

"are you buying drugs from tommy?!" nick interrupted, wondering if tommy was so incredibly weird because of drugs and not because of his dna.

"what? NO! shit it does sound like he was selling drugs-" clay snickered a bit before continuing. "no, his dad works as a manager for fairs and other events of the like, so i asked him to help me get tickets to the big festival-type-thing in sanford tomorrow!"

"but i thought it was super annoying and tedious to get tickets?" 

"well i had to make a custom mod for tommy while being on a call with him, which was even more annoying and tedious, so you guys owe me." clay noted, cringing at the weird conversation starters that had been previously brought up by the 16 year old.

"well what do we owe you?" nick said, looking up at clay, his head lain on the taller's lap. nick smirked at george.

"i get to choose what you guys are gonna wear!" clay beamed. nick and george just looked at clay with a dissatisfied look. clay just wheezed in response. "on that note, i think i'm gonna be leaving. my aunt's coming over. i'll text you guys about the fair tomorrow morning!"

clay grabbed his backpack, kissed nick and george and walked out the door waving.

"what just happened?" george said, rubbing his temples. nick patted him on the back.

"i wouldn't expect you to know, gogy." nick grinned as he too grabbed his stuff and walked out of the house backwards while saluting.

"hey!" george pouted as the door shut closed.

- TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT DAY -

1 New Message from clayyyyyyyyyyyy🤠: The fair's in a few hours ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

nick grumbled as he got dressed (not that he was gonna be using the clothes he was currently wearing) and did his hair. his puffy red jacket crinkled as he got into his car and drove to clay's house. he parked into the driveway next to george's mum's car. he was greeted with george yelling at clay when he walked into the flat.

"there is no way in hell i am wearing THAT!"  george griped, throwing his hands up in the air (sometimes. saying ayoooooo baby let's go). clay just wheezed in response, like he usually does. something lain upon the banister of the stairs caught his eye. three bright colored hawaiian shirts sat there in all their aura of detestability.

"nick! catch!" clay exclaimed, throwing a red one at him and a blue one at george's face.

"to be honest i thought it was gonna be a maid costume so i'm sorta glad." nick shrugged as he took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. george's face went red, either from the thought of nick in a maid's dress or the thought that clay now has that idea for the next time they owe him. (it was both.)

"i think you'd look hot in a maid costume," clay said in response. "but i felt like you guy's would hate this even more. if we're being honest, george would probably secretly enjoy the maid costume." 

george buried his face in his hands and groaned as nick rolled his eyes.

- OOH NOW THEY'RE AT THE FAIR!! -

"if i see anyone i know, i'm going to break up with you guys." george deadpanned, glancing from side to side at the entrance.

"HEY! i didn't choose this!" nick jeered as he took george's hand. "i still don't even know the point of the fair, clay. why does everything look so... weird?"

"it's based around different decades, so like the 50's, 60's, et cetera." clay responded as he lead the two to a cotton candy stand. once he looked at the fluffy sugar shit his eyes looked like rose quartz's from steven universe when she gets excited; he had stars in his eyes.

"what decade's candyfloss from, clay?" george said sarcastically, eyeing the cotton candy.

"oh piss off." clay said as he paid the vendor for 3 [INSERT UNIT OF COTTON CANDY]s. "also, it's cotton candy, not candy floss."

"uhh no. i'm pretty sure it's candyfloss." george argued back. nick was on google on his phone, listening in to the conversation.

"well both are correct, since you're british, george, and you're an american, clay." nick responded to the both of them, not bothering to look up.

"why did you say that like you aren't american?-" clay observed. nick just snickered at his phone.

"i take it back, both of you guys are wrong. the greeks are obviously superior to us, so we should pay homage to their traditions. they call it 'grandma's hair'." nick said calmly. 

"i no longer like candyfloss." george grimaced as he passed his to clay.

"i think you mean grandma's hair!" clay corrected.