AN
last part of this au, as this is just a fluff story
how are we feeling about tommy fainting in the prison??
TW; nosebleed
official desc;
chapter two- eyelash
george teaches clay a twirl- it doesnt end well.
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george had been trying to teach dream the first move he had learnt- a simple twirl. so far the brit had only demonstrated, but now it was clays turn.
george has to hold back a giggle at the way the blonde almost falls face-first on the ice.
they had borrowed a pair of dance-skates from the rink, as georges were many sized too small for clay.
«george, george- GEORGE SHIT IM GONNA TRIP, GEO-«
his words were interrupted as the attempted twirl ended with an umhappy clay on the floor.
george couldnt help but giggle as he skates over to the other, helping him back up on his feet. as he takes a goance at the tallers face, his laugh dies out.
«shit, clay, youre bleeding!»
clay lets out a groan at this and touches his nose. sure enough, his thumb is now coated in blood.
george skates over to the bathroom and comes back out with tissues in-hand, not giving them to clay, but rather taking care of it himself.
they skate over to the bench, clay fumbling a bit, and george accidentally laughing.
«s-sorry..» george scratched his neck a bit as he speaks, feeling bad.
«why sre you sorry?» clay chuckles a bit, confused.
«i mean- im the one who made you try the twirl, i guess?»
clay laughs at this. he had been the one who wanted to try? george was such a dimwit.
«george, you nimrod- why would i try that if i didnt want to? i was the one that asked you to teach me!»
«well- i guess youre right, it was a bit stupid.»
george laughs a bit awkwardly at this, which clay finds cute.
«you have a- uhm- let me just..»
clay reaches out to georges face, resting his hand on the brunettes cheek before wiping away an eyelash.
with no other intent, of course.
george, on the other hand, is extremely flustered. he hopes clay wont notice- is he blushing? shit, what do i do, why is he touching my face-
«eyelash.» is all clay says as he studies georges face. he doesnt notice the tension, as he looks at the light dusting of freckles covering the brits cheeks.
george is conflicted. is he flirting? do i flirt back? do i want to flirt back?
the brunette looks up at clay only to find his eyes trained on the other already. and its like something clicks.
before either of them say anything, both lips crash.
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400 words
i despise this chapter. i hate it so much. oh my god.
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