Held

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hi! ty for all the support and the 69 reads *sniff sniffle* and #10 on gnf and everything literally

oh language warning. not to much of it but there is some. And a bit frustrating 
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Warmth. That was all Clay could remember. He struggled to open his eyes as he sat up on the bed. But when he did manage to open them, his heart plummeted into the bottom of the ocean. 'Why am I here? How did I get here? It was only a few drinks. Well clearly not Clay you're in this bed. No! Shut up! It's his fault that I'm here! No, you took yourself here. You wanted this didn't you? Don't blame this on him, you're the one who was drinking all that beer. That's not true! Not everything is my fault! Right? Sure, be naive. You knew he was going to do this when you came here. You knew the consequences. You came anyways hoping otherwise. But you wanted the warmth and pleasure. Being drunk doesn't account for anything. Everything is your fault.' Dream's mind wouldn't stop, it couldn't. He was arguing with himself. He had to have gone crazy.

"Baby~ what's wrong?" Clay's eyes widened. Ryan was right there.

"Why am I here?" Clay gritted his teeth but didn't dare looking at that man.

"You're the one that came here baby," Dream could feel a stare through his back piercing his heart.

"You could have just took me home. You knew I was drunk," the room was suffocating Dream with tension. 'What do I even say? I can't let him manipulate me or let him know I'm scared,' trying to make a plan on the spot wasn't that easy.

"You wanted it. You pressed yourself onto me," his smile widened. "Baby you still want me don't you?"

"No, I never wanted to see you again," the blond hopped out of the bed and looked at Ryan. He was sexy he couldn't lie but he was a manipulating bitch on the inside. Silky light brown hair with blue eyes and a body that belonged on the cover of Vogue. Clay found himself biting his lip. 'What is wrong with you? You hate him! You aren't supposed to feel this way! It's just lust over his looks quit it.'

"So why are you looking me up and down drooling now baby?" an almost cruel grin grew onto Ryan's face. "Do you need a round two babe?" he patted on the spot Dream had gotten up from.

"I- I don't. I never even need round one. I'm leaving," as Dream was picking his clothes up from the ground he felt a tug.

"Awe, you can't stay longer baby~?" the voice was so buttery.

"I'm going Ryan and don't call me baby we're over. We have been over," Dream slipped on his clothes and headed for the door, he was getting heated. Ryan can't know he's getting to him but he was stopped right as he was turning the nob.

"Where do you think you're going?" Clay was pinned to the door only millimetres away from his ex.

'Well fuck. What now? I have to get home. I can't stand it anymore,' Clay made a simple plan to get out. Dream kneed the man in his vulnerable spot with as much force as possible and ran for it. He could hear him calling out his name but that just made him run further. Soon enough he realized he was at the cafe. Dream took out his phone and looked at the schedule he took a photo of just for this situation. George had work in an hour he could wait. George is what he needed after what happened.
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Clay's stomach was angry at him. He hasn't ate since brunch with George so, he headed to the 7-eleven across the street. Yeah he ate fancy foods but he didn't always have time for that. Plus, he wanted something nostalgic.

"That will be two dollars sir" the cashier handed him his gas station hot dog and his change after he paid. Dream took a bite and memories filled his head. When he was a boy he would always get one after school with his personal driver. His driver, Phil, had been his only friend then. Being the rich kid had it's down falls, everyone despised you for no reason. Phil helped him through a lot, buying hot dogs from 7-eleven was just something he did to cheer Dream up on bad days. To be honest, there were many of them. Now that he thought of it, Dream hasn't talked to Phil for a while. Maybe they should catch up soon.

5 pm his watch read. It was George's shift, Dream's smile was wide and he ran across the street to the cafe. He peeked through the window spyed on the small brunette giggling to himself. It wasn't to long until George noticed and made eye contact with Clay rolling his eyes. The door was opened slightly just enough for the blond to slip through, Niki had left work.

"Hi Dream," she just smiled at the man child and his antics as she walked away. George and Clay locked eyes once again.

"You scared me you piss baby. I thought someone was actually stalking me," he huffed.

"Well someone is stalking you," Dream laughed. "Can this stalker get a large special from Gogy?"

"No," George just spun around and continued cleaning the station. Anyone could feel his ego growing to double it's size.

"No?" Clay had slipped behind the counter silently and scared George by wrapping his arms around his torso.

"Y-you can't be back here," George was bright pink and Clay could feel his heartbeat pick up.

"You said no. I'll just have to make it myself," Dream reached over the brunette's head to grab the things he needed. "This way I can ensure that you didn't spit in it too."

"I do not spit in it," Gogy whined.

"Sure, of course you don't" Clay said in the most sarcastic tone of voice he could make.

"I really don't!" a toddler stood in-front of him. George had puffed up his cheeks and crossed his arms.

"Awwwe, baby George is mad," Dream teased. To him this was the cutest thing ever.

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tips crits?

i really have no idea what im doing and i feel like it shows lmao
(good thing i have back ups I deleted the part because i was experimenting with wattpad so i pasted the story in...)