secrets - dreamnotfound

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incoming facetime call from clay🟢(a/n: lmao the squished emoji)

shit, i forgot i told him to call me. "heather, you need to get out he's calling me."

"ok but tell him you like him"

"what? no" i pushed heather out of the door before pressing the green answer button on my phone. "hey." i say, ruffling up my hair a bit.

"hi." clay said, his voice raspy and deep. it was hot. i could see that clay was laying in his bed, this led lights set to red. i couldn't see him properly but i could make out his jawline and collarbone.

i gulped, trying to be careful with what i say next. "your hot." i whisper, try to seduce him, he chuckled, "your funny, trying to turn me on." he says, my cheeks flashed a shade of red i wished they never went. "so, wanna explain why you ran away?" clay said, his voice was just perfect i could hardly concentrate. "i got scared." i whisper. clay began talking, his voice was like a drug, it made me unbelievably happy.

 "come over." i say, interrupting what clay was saying. "say less." he said in an even deeper voice that sent shivers down my spine. "but climb through my window, i have to keep it a secret." i say.  "ok, baby." he says, winking before hanging up.

i couldn't believe i just did that. i knew him calling me baby was just a funny joke, he was just doing all of this as a joke, messing with me. he didn't know i wasn't doing it as a joke. i wasn't sure what we were going to do when he was over, maybe chat, maybe play some Minecraft.

my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my window. i look up to see clay's smiling face. he had climbed up really high to get to the top of the house where my bedroom is. i open my window and he falls inside. i laugh while he jokingly glares at me. "two seconds" i say through laughs. i then quickly run to get the reminding of the stuff to decorate my room, i tell my parents im decorating and lock the door. 

"you are helping me decorate." i say with a smile, holding out a paintbrush to him. he takes it giggling, i explain what walls are  going to be what colour and we begin painting. we begin talking, it was mainly about stupid things, after a few hours all the walls were painted. our conversation was about what we liked on pizza. "what? you don't like pineapple on pizza? i mean my favourite is pepperoni but i still love pineapple." clay was rambling on about how much he loved pizza that he didn't realise he had painted the same area of the wall seven times.

"i think that wall has enough paint now." i say laughing and taking the paintbrush out of his hands. clay laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. my faces flushes and i look away. "so, what do you want to do next? try and put together this bed frame?" clay says, trying to change the subject. i nod, emptying the contents of the bedframe. i search for instructions and finally find them. "what? they're written in Chinese or something." i say, throwing the paper down aggressively. 

clay laughs a bit before picking up the instructions. i see his stare at them, turning the paper to see f he can figure out what it says, "this is bullshit." clay says. i nod, guess we'll just have to figure out how to do it. i look at the picture of the finished bedpost on the outside of the box and try to lay out how to do it.

after an hour of trying to build it i think it's finished. clay wasn't much help as he was scrolling through twitter the whole time. it all comes crashing down and everything i had built fell apart, like if you had spent hours building a Lego tower for your 5 year old cousin only for them to knock it down. i got annoyed. i don't usually get annoyed that easily but i was pissed. i wanted to punch something.

i had just wasted an hour on something useless. i threw down the one piece of metal i was holding, it clanged onto the floor, mixing into the pile of everything else. clay got up and walked over to me. he wrapped his arms around me and swayed side to side, similar to how he was in his kitchen afew days ago, only i was facing him this time. i wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest. i felt so safe. like nothing could every hurt me again.