lavender //dnf//

19

They had been driving for about three hours, and had finally reached the street where Alex and Karl's house was supposedly on. They hopped out of the car, and started to walk down the gloomy, barely-lit street. Clay and George held hands tightly, and their shoulders brushed against each other as they walked through the cold wind. The only source of light they had were the few street lamps, and the flashlight from Nick's phone to see where they were stepping. George had never met Alex in real life, so he couldn't be more excited. Plus, he was going to make a new friend, Karl. Clay could tell George was slightly nervous, so as they walked he made sure not to let go of his hand. He brushed his thumb gently over George's knuckles and swung their arms lightly.

The three walked down the street, and Clay and George chatted while Nick was texting Karl. Karl was telling him what number they lived at, and Nick suddenly stopped when he received a message saying they lived at number seventeen.

"It's right here," he said, putting his arm in front of George and Clay to stop them from walking. They turned to their left to see number seventeen sitting besides them. Nick didn't hesitate to knock on the door, and it swung open in less than three seconds. Alex stood in the doorway, a huge smile planted on his face.

"What's up! Oh my God Clay and Nick I haven't seen you in ages," he then looked to the left to see George, "come here Gogy!"

George laughed and tightly hugged Alex. It was so weird meeting him in person- they had spoken online and played video games together for over three years.

When the hug came to an end, George made his way into the house, shortly followed by the other three after Alex had greeted Nick and Clay. Alex showed them into the kitchen area, where Karl was perched on the island. He jumped up and made his way over to the other boys. He had never met Nick or Clay in real life- but hadn't even spoken to George.

"Sapnap! Dream!" Karl exclaimed, hugging them both with pure excitement and joy. He then pulled away and faced George.

"I'm George, nice to meet you," George put out his hand, but it was ignored when Karl went in for a hug. It was a nice feeling for George- he could already tell that him and Karl would be good friends.

They soon made their way into the living room, where Nick, Karl and Alex sat sprawled out on the carpet while Clay and George laid on the couch together. Clay's hands were slowly brushing against George's bare arm, who had his head leant against Clay's chest. The five of them spent a good hour catching up, but it was mostly George explaining the whole situation to Alex and Karl. They seemed extremely sympathetic and sorry for what George, Clay and Nick had all gone through.

Karl quickly tried to change the subject when he saw George's eyes start to water. "So, you guys are dating, huh?" He smirked.

Clay laughed softly and George's face turned a light pink.

"Yep," Clay didn't hesitate to lower his head and peck George on the lips.

"Fucking cute," Alex admitted. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and begun to roll a blunt. No one had noticed, but Clay and George had been kissing for about two minutes straight- they soon pulled away when they smelt the pungent smell of marijuana. Alex put the blunt between his teeth and lit it, inhaling deeply and tilting his head back to blow a thin layer of smoke into the air.

Nick held out his hand, "pass." He said, before taking the blunt from Alex and taking a couple hits. Nick then passed the blunt to Clay, who wasn't hesitant about hitting it. There was no way in hell he was going to get high, because it never ended well, but one hit would be okay.

"Want it?" Clay asked, looking down at a sleepy George. He was expecting a negative response from him, but instead got a nod. Clay didn't hand him the blunt, but instead placed his hand on George's chin and pulled down, opening his mouth slightly. He placed the blunt in between the brunette's lips and George couldn't help but blush. He inhaled deeply before opening his mouth to let a cloud of smoke escape. Clay passed the blunt back to Alex, knowing that Karl wouldn't want it.