No More Day Dreaming (DreamNotFound)

Early Birds

"Hey, Clay."

I felt myself being shaken by the arm, George's voice calling out to me.

"What's up?" I grumbled, reaching out to ruffle his hair with my eyes still closed.

He leaned into the touch, giggling softly. "Get up, I wanna take you somewhere."

I opened my eyes groggily to look around. When I saw the window, I was surprised to see it was barely sunrise. "Wh- George, it's gotta be, like, 6 in the morning."

I reached out both arms to bring him in for a hug, but it was made awkward by the fact that he was standing beside the bed whereas I was still on it. To fix this, he climbed back into bed next to me, snuggling his head into my bare chest.

We embraced each other tightly, my hands weaving into George's soft brown hair while his hands clamped together behind my back, his breathing slowing to a restful pace. Suddenly, he looked up, blinking a few times. He seemed to be fighting sleep.

"No, but seriously, where are we going?" I asked, gently holding him close.

"Don't worry, it's nearby. Now get some clothes on."

He wiggled out of my unrelenting grasp and tossed a tank top and a pair of shorts at me. I sat up and tossed them on, smirking at the way George gawked at me.

"Want them off again?" I teased.

He blushed adorably. "Shut up."

Giggling, I brought him in for a bear hug, lifting him off the ground. I then carried him all the way downstairs, stopping in front of the door so we could get our shoes.

"Do your parents know where we're going?" I asked, sliding on my sandals.

"Yeah, told my mum yesterday. Don't worry about your keys," he added as I reached for them, "We're walking."

"Alright."

We stepped outside and our hands immediately found each other, not really caring that we were easily visible. His hand was softy against mine, squeezing gently. The sky was dim and partly cloudly, though it looked even darker because the sun hadn't risen more than a sliver. Despite that, it was still really warm - must have been almost 75 degrees.

George and I passed a few people out for a early jog or dog walk as he led me to a small park near the back of his street. There stood a playground with prominent colors of green and blue. He climbed up onto the highest platform and I followed, taking a seat next to him.

"It's a bit of an odd spot," he admitted. "I mean, I've never actually used it as a playground. It's been here a while, but I was too old for playgrounds when I moved into this neighborhood."

"They really should make playgrounds for teens," I sighed.

"Yeah. Although, we're almost not teens anymore," he added. "Kinda weird when you think about it."

"Eh, we've still got 19."

"True. But after that..."

Our hands sneaked together again, our legs swinging freely beneath us. I tentatively moved away so I could lean my head on his shoulder, my neck extending slightly to make it work.

"I know we're in public and all, but... do you mind if I do this?"

"Not at all," he smiled, leaning his head back onto mine.

We sat in silence for a while more, the sun slowly rising in the distance. Brilliant orange and pink shone in lines as clouds closed in overhead. In that moment, my mind was cleared of everything except my boyfriend. No worries about a visa or videos or anything.