Sk8er boy// dnf

Chapter 25

"So," Karl started, "What do you want to do?" The boys had finished their food and had kind of just sat there for a couple of minutes. George looked up at Clay and shrugged. "It's quite late, innit," George said, "My mum will probably want me to come home soon."

"Bye, guys I'll probably see you tomorrow!" George said as he walked out the front door, one of his arms linked with Clay's. He knew that his parents wouldn't be caring if he came home soon, because his mother had told him a few days prior that they were booking a hotel for that Sunday night.

"You know my parents are actually not home." George said as he opened the front door to his house. Clay nodded and smiled. "Yeah, you told me on Friday," Clay said and threw their clothes on one of the chairs that sat at the dining table.

"Want to watch a movie?" George asked and walked towards one of the cabinets that contained snacks (Sprinkle emojis, kidding, I don't eat). "Sure," Clay said and ran to the living room and practically jumped onto the couch. "Clay, you're going to break the couch." George warned as he walked into the room behind Clay, his arms stuffed with crisps and candy.

"Are you calling me fat?" Clay gasped dramatically. "Yes, now move your fat ass so I can sit down as well." George said and hit Clay in the calf playfully. "Oh, I bet you like my fat ass." Clay said with a smirk on his face as he sat up, giving George room on the couch.

"Shut up, idiot." George said and shoved Clay to the side. "You're blushing!" Clay exclaimed and laughed. "No! Shut up, okay? Let's just watch tv." George said and picked up the remote, "What do you want to watch?" George lifted his gaze from the screen in front of them and onto Clay. "I'm fine with whatever," Clay said and opened a bag of candy.

George rolled his eyes playfully. "'Whatever' is not a good enough answer, Clay." George said and scoffed. "Okay, then," Clay said, "You strike me as the type that had a monster high phase, did you?" George looked at Clay in confusion. "What?" George asked as Clay began wheezing, "So what if I did?" That causes Clay to wheeze ten times harder. "George! I can't breath!" Clay managed to squeeze out in between laughs.

"Thank god, then I won't have to deal with you anymore." George said and kept scrolling through movies on netflix. "Wow, that hurt," Clay said, his laughter dying down.

"But yes, I did have a monster high phase. And what about it." George asked. "Cool, me too. I was just thinking that we should watch the monster high movies!" Clay said. "Sure," George said and found a movie they both agreed on, monster high one, of course.

"George, the movie is finished." Clay said and took a look at the brunette sitting in his lap. And not to his surprise, of course George had fallen asleep. Clay rolled his eyes and got his phone from his pocket, realising he hadn't told his parents his whereabouts.

He shot his mom a quick text, letting her know he was alive and at George's house. Then he picked up the sleeping brunette bridal style and carried him to his room. "George, wake up for a moment, you have to get changed." Clay said since George was still wearing his clothes from earlier.

"Nooo," George whined and pulled his covers over his head. "George, come on!" Clay groaned, "Or I'll do it." George groaned silently and brought the covers back down to his neck. "Help me?" George asked as he sat up, pulling his shirt off. "Fine then," Clay said and pulled the covers off of George's legs and got his socks off. "Where are my spare ones?" George asked and looked around the room, still half asleep.

"Here," Clay said and passed him a pair of black sweatpants and a light blue hoodie. "Thank you," George said and put the hoodie on, then standing up to take his skirt off and putting his sweatpants on, than lay down back on the bed, pulling his hood up. "Can I borrow some of your stuff?" Clay asked, already looking through the closet. "Mhm," George mumbled, barely audible from under the covers.

Clay changed quickly into a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, then lying down next to George on the bed. "Hug?" George asked, his eyes hooded. Clay nodded and pulled George in, George snuggling his head into Clay's chest, both of them drifting into a peaceful sleep.

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#dying, jk jk unless? Jk, tiredddd. So much today, and the reason why I talk about earthquakes so casually is because for the last three weeks around 2000 earthquakes have been, idk what it's called, like, measured(?) a day lol. They keep waking me up at unholy hours at night, for my time zone. My mom recommended to me to listen to the band 'the strokers' so yeah, pog music ig. I was thinking should I leak my tiktok?