What A Wonderful Nightmare

Scrimmage

The three boys got in Sapnap's truck and after a long debate on wether to go to Taco Bell or Wendy's, Sapnap and Clay outnumbered George and they headed to the nearest Wendys. Sapnap got the most amount of food, stating he needed the energy for soccer practice. George got a little bit of food, some fried and a burger. Clay got a little bit more than George but not nearly as much as Sapnap. After a delicious meal it was close enough to the start of practice that they headed back to the school.

Clay's POV

"God it feels like just yesterday that I was coming to your practices Sappy." Clay commented as he got out of the vehicle. 

"Yeah I mean, George always comes to them now instead. It's weird having you both with me this time." Sapnap replied. The athlete locked the car and shoved the keys into his soccer bag. 

"Now I'll have someone to talk to instead of watching a bunch of awful smelling boys run around a field. It gets boring after the millionth time. Still better than doing literally nothing though I suppose. " George rolled his eyes as he finished his sentence. 

The trio walked into the school and down the hall to the sport specific locker rooms. The ones for gym and the ones for sports were different. How? Clay wasn't really sure. He never saw the high school ones, he left before that point. 

"You guys can head out to the field. George knows where to go. Normal spot, sit wherever. Bleachers should be unlocked, if they aren't just shoot me a text and I'll tell coach." Sapnap waved back at his friend's and disappeared into the locker room, a breeze hitting the two as the door shut.

"This way Clay, follow me." George smiled and grabbed the taller boy's hand. Pulling him in the direction of the exit. They went down the long hallway that the locker rooms were in. When they reached the end, they took a right and went down a much smaller hallway that ended with a pair of metal doors leading to the field. The soccer field was decently sized, room for two games to go on at the same time. There were bleachers on the far side where one game could be played, and one more set closest to the school for the other possible game.

"Typically," George let go of Clay's hand and pointed out to the far field. " They play on the far field, I don't really know why but it's rare they play on the closer one. 

The breeze picked up and Georges hair blew back in the wind. The small British boy combed it with his hand and smiled, feeling the air against his face. It looked like a movie playing before Clay's eyes. The brunette's hair looked soft, Clay wanted to run his own hands through it. His smile shined brightly in this moment, practically blinding Clay. His eyes sparkled, the sun hitting them at a mesmerizing angle.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" George asked nervously.

"You. You're beautiful." Clay didn't mean to say it, he meant to only think it. But he meant it. George looked absolutely stunning.

George blushed. "Th-Thank you. We should keep walking." George's voice sounded full of embarrassment. That was a pretty bold move by Clay. He didn't regret it one bit.

The two continued walking, making their way to the bleachers on the far end of the field. They decided to take a seat about halfway up the metal bleachers. The material combined with the hot Florida sun made the shiny seating hot to the touch. 

"Ow, it's hot. They should really find a way to fix that." George stated as he sat uncomfortable on the chosen row. 

"Here, stand up." Clay held out a hand to the brunette. George took it with a smile. Clay  let go and pulled his hoodie off over his head. It was a dark green hoodie with a small black smile on the back. After pulling it off he spread it out on the spot where George had been sitting.