Hayloft || dreamnotfound

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TW: foul language but what else is new

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It's only because you're feeling alone.
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Mrs. found was worried.
Mr. found was pissed.
George missed Clay.

"George dear aren't you going to get ready? You have school in an hour." She said softly rubbing his back. George didn't move Mrs. found sighed. "Okay I see how it is, I've got to go now. be sure to eat something today, I love you."

The brunette could feel the weight on the couch shift as his mother stood from the couch and walked out the front door. George turned his head. His body ached from laying in the same position for so long but he couldn't bring himself to move. The boy knew he needed to get up and work out an apology to the blonde. He couldn't face the younger boy just yet though.

George had slept on his couch all weekend, for sleeping in his bed reminded him of his mistake. The brunette was tired of being alone but the group he almost managed to get in with was ripped away from him by the stupid decisions he made just because he couldn't handle his romanticized feelings for the blonde boy.

He remembered how he'd stared at the dark in his room silently the entirety of Friday night. He remembered how his father tried to get him to do something but the boy wouldn't move. His father was upset with the blonde boy, Martin knew that the boy was somehow related to his son's period of grief. What he didn't know was that it was his son's fault.

Fuck

Realization hit him like a truck once again. He had never been one to talk about his feelings for he himself found it oddly difficult to understand just what it was that he had been feeling. For the first time in his life George knew how he felt about something. He was attracted to the blonde boy.

George groaned to himself. Had he been able to come to this realization sooner he may have been able to save himself the trouble he was going through now.

Had he just voiced his inner thoughts to the other boy maybe the whole ordeal could have never happened. Maybe he should have spilled all his thoughts to the other boy.

No

It's better he doesn't know what everything. He needs to be able to focus on himself. To focus on getting better. George's infatuation with the jade eye'd boy could wait.

the brunette rose to his feet for the first time since he had dragged himself into the house three days ago. He forces his legs to carry him up the stairs to his bedroom.

George's nose scrunched up at the peculiar smell emanating from his body. The boy sighed in frustration as he decided he needed a shower.
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"No."

"why not?"

"You know why." The ravenette glared at him. George groaned sliding a hand through his dark locks. "Do you realize how pissed Clay would be to even find out that you here talking to me and not him. Or rather how pissed he would be to find me talking to you."

George but his lip in thought. He knew it was going to be difficult but he couldn't imagine it would be this hard.

George missed Clay.

"I miss him." He mumbled

"You should have thought of that." The other boy huffed crossing his arms. "Listen I'm not going to sit here and talk to the likes of you. Go talk to clay directly. I'm not going to help you. You messed up, now you need to face your mistakes. I'm sure you're hurting but so is Clay this is so stupid you both need to grow up holy shit."

"But he always walks away when I try." George groaned. "He's avoiding me."

"No shit."

"What do I do?"

"Chase after him, you know? He likes that sort of thing." Sapnap smirked.

George watched in awe as the other boy turned his back to George and walked away.

I want to see Clay.

George started down the empty hallway plotting in his head how he would go about this. Before he knew it he was walking again unsure of the destination he didn't stop.

He yearned for the gentle loving gaze of the blonde. His body ached for the feeling of his hands on his pale skin. George felt his heart palpitate at the thought of the other boy.

Am I-

No it was stupid to question it again. He knew the answer.

George knew he was deeply infatuated with Clay. No infatuated wouldn't be the right word now would it?

George was in love.

The only problem was that Clay wanted nothing to do with him.

"I'll play into your little game dream boy."
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I'm so tired bye.