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Everyone included in this story lived in Florida at the time.

Word count: 3784
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Clay groaned, waking up to his phone buzzing, about to fall and jump onto the ground. He grabbed it and looked at the screen, then picked it up.

"Clayyyyy,"

"Yes George?" Clay had a deep, raspy voice since he had just woken up.

George got chills from the other side of the phone. "Are you excited for your party?"

Clay had forgotten it was his birthday. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

"Oh.. well make sure to remember to go." George laughed softly.

"Yeah yeah, sure." Clay laughed with him.

"I'm gonna go start getting ready."

"Alright, I'll see you at the party."

"Yeah, see you."

Clay sat his phone back on the nightstand and adjusted to being awake by stretching across his bed.

They were renting out this cool house that people usually rent out for birthdays. It already had furniture and everything, and it was basically just a normal, nice house, but it had a pool, hot tub, pool tables, ping pong tables.. It was like the ultimate party house.

The party started at 4:30 so Clay had enough time to get ready, seeing as it was only 11:30.

He crawled out of bed and yawned. He walked over to his closet and picked out an outfit he thought looked nice. It was a white button up, and a pair of black jeans that had a black belt to go with them.

He tossed the outfit onto his messy, unmade bed.

Clay walked into the bathroom with a towel over his shoulder. He turned the water faucet to hot, and while the water got hotter he stripped off his clothes.

He ran his fingers through his hair then stepped inside the shower. Feeling the hot water hit his back felt calming and awakening at the same time.

After finishing his shower, he got out, rubbing his towel on the top of his head to get the extra water off of it. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back into his bedroom to change. The time was now 1:14.

Clay put the black jeans on, then slipped the collared shirt on. He took the belt and put it on while walking downstairs.

He had a big framed mirror in the living room, and he looked at himself in it. The top two buttons on his shirt were undone, his pants were nice and sleek, his nails were painted neatly, black of course, the necklace went perfectly with his outfit, and the rings complimented his hands perfectly.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair and touched it up a bit. He smirked at himself.

<< Time skip to 4:13 >>

Clay sat on the couch, waiting to leave for the party. He saw the time, and figured he should leave now because it would take him around 10 minutes to drive there.

Clay got in his car and zoned out for a second,

I wonder what George is gonna be wearing..

He snapped back to reality and pulled out of his driveway.