lavender //dnf//

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George's pretty eyes fluttered open as he heard the calming rain trickle down Clay's bedroom window. He yawned and tried to stretch his body, but a large, strong arm was stopping him from doing so. George's stomach was instantly filled with dancing butterflies as he realised Clay had his arm wrapped around him.

What do I do? What the fuck do I do? Do I move? I don't want to move. Oh my God I'm so comfortable.

George decided to stay put, he subtly shuffled back so that Clay's grip was tighter and so he was basically spooning him. Being in Clay's arms was a feeling that George had been craving for so long, but he hadn't known who from. He's known this man for a day, and was already developing...strong feelings for him. George laid there, comfortable as ever before hearing Clay yawn. He didn't move his arms, but George felt him lift his head.

"George, are you awake?" He whispered, his arms still snaked around George.

"Mmmmhhhhhhmmmm," was George's slow and slurred response.

Clay giggled and begun to get out of bed, removing his arms from George, who sighed in disappointment.

"Want me to stay, don't you?" Clay teased, locking their eyes together.

"Wh- no, I mean, sure, I dunno," George buried his flustered face into his pillow and heard a small chuckle from Clay. George hoped that Clay would climb back into bed, but he went to his bathroom to shower.

George stayed in bed, scrolling through his phone. He decided to text Nick, who he hoped was awake. It was 11:30am, almost noon.

does clay have a girlfriend?   11:31am

Nick replied almost instantly.

pfffftttt no. why'd u ask?   11:31am

just wondering lol     11:32am

A sudden feeling of relief came over George, why was he feeling like this?

omg do you like him? omgomgomgomg u like him don't u HAGHAHA      11.33am

George didn't even bother lying, he knew it would make him feel better if he had at least one person to talk to about his feelings.

shut up sappynappy. don't say anything.   11:33am

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!  also don't call me fucking sappynappy.  11.34am

George laughed to himself. He didn't even realise Clay had re-entered the bedroom, he had been so engaged in his conversation with Nick.

"What's so funny?" Clay asked, smirking.

George lifted his head, and his phone almost fell out of his hands at the sight that was in front of him. He lost his breath for a second as Clay stood, shirtless in sweatpants. His hair was dripping wet, and was slightly more slick back then usual. He looked hot.

"I- um, just Sapnap being an idiot," George replied, he technically wasn't lying.

Clay laughed, "Could you throw me a t-shirt from the drawers next to you please?" He asked, ruffling his hair so it was back to its usual messy state.

George turned to his left and pulled a t-shirt out of Clay's drawers. He pulled out a simple white tee, "you should keep it off." George threw him the t-shirt.

Clay caught it and raised his eyebrows, surprised at George's sudden confidence. "Damn," he said, trying to hold back a grin.

Did I really just fucking say that? Oh my God, that- why did I say that? He either liked it or I've made things weird. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.