Hi everyone his is my first ever story on wattpad but it's about the Minecraft youtubers Dream and GeorgeNotFound. This is just a fanfic I wrote because I was bored but I do ship them irl lol but if they say they are uncomfortable with this story, I...
After I get in my car and drive to school, I can't help thinking about Clay. And now he's not with me, like he should be. I sigh, then get an excellent idea. Or what I think is an excellent idea. Some may disagree.
Walking into the cafeteria, I see Karl, Nick, Toby, Tommy, Darryl, and Zak in our usual spot. Good.
I walk in the opposite direction, towards Jared's table. I see him and his friend sitting across the table from each other. They were laughing about something. I walk right up to his table, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Oh hey fag-" I cut him off as my fist slams into his face, knocking him into the ground. He scrambles up, his fist connecting with my jaw. This starts a crowd. I quickly gaze around the room as my head spins, seeing Karl and Nick at my side immediately.
"Shit, George. You okay?" Nick asks, standing me up straight as another fist connects to my face. I fall, unconscious as I hit the floor. The last thing I hear before I hit the ground was my name being yelled by a familiar voice.
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"Guys, I think he's awake!" I hear Karl's voice. I feel hands on my back helping me sit up. I groggily sit up, taking in my surroundings. I'm lying in a room on a white couch, light blue walls. Nicks living room.
"George, oh my god George." I hear Clays voice as his face comes into view. "George, your okay!" I feel his strong hands wrap around my confused head, pulling me into his chest.
"Wha...?" I say, dazed. "What happened? Why are you all panicking?" I ask, looking at Nick, Karl, Clay and Katie. Clay had tears in his eyes.
"Guys, I think we should give them some space." I hear Nick say to Karl and Katie.
"I agree." Karl whispers back, locking his hand in Nicks. They quietly lead Katie out of the room with them.
"George." Clay cups my face in his hands. "What happened?" He asks, a tear falling down his face. Out of instinct I reach up to wipe it away. He catches my hand and holds it.
"Uh.. I think I punched someone?" I say questioningly, nervous for his reaction.
"Why did you punch Jared? I'm not complaining, because he deserves it and more but why? Oh my god I was so worried, George." He pulls me in for another hug. I can feel his tears trip onto my back.
"I'm- I'm sorry." I mutter, feeling bad for scaring him.
"Don't apologize. Don't be sorry. God, you have to stop scaring me like that tho. George." He delicately picks me up and places me in his lap, planting a kiss on my lips.
"I just wanted to get suspended so we could spend all day together." I mumble, feeling dumb. His jaw goes slack.
"What?" He exclaims, pulling away to look at me. "That's your— you wanted to be with me?" He looks shocked.
"Why is that so surprising? I knew this would happen if I hit him, but your worth the risk." I give a small, painful smile. "Shit." I groan, attempting to stand up. He picks me up with ease, a concerned look on his face.
"What? What's wrong?" He says, panicky again.
"M-my face." I mumble, going limp in his arms.
"Oh.. yeah. It's pretty beat up. I tried icing it earlier... I'm sorry I wasn't there George. Fuck, if I had just been there." He sighs, his eyes tearful again.
"D-don't cry." I say shakily. He sighs as another tear drips down his face.
"I can't help it. You really scared me." He presses his forehead to mine. "I-I don't know what I would have done if I lost you. I love you so much George. I did as friends and even more as your boyfriend." My heart still flutters at boyfriend.
I laugh painfully, trying to soften the mood but end up crying instead. He holds me closer as tears continue to flow from my eyes unsteadily.
"Baby.." he sighs, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Come on, let's get your face cleaned up. That looks painful.
"Little bit." I laugh through my tears. He carries me into the bathroom, setting me down on the counter. I watch as he bends down and picks up a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a piece of tissue.
"This is going to sting a little bit.. here." He holds out his hand for me to squeeze.
"O-okay." I stutter out shakily, taking his hand. He stares at me for a minute, before sighing and pours a little alcohol onto the tissue.
He gently brushes it over the cut on my cheek, making me flinch and squeeze his hand. I let out a small whimpering sound. He pauses, takes a deep breath as he continues.
"Oww." I moan softly. He gets a sad look in his eyes.
"I know, baby. I know. But we have to clean it." He kisses me softly before dabbing at the cut on my chin. I whimper again, squeezing his hand.
"I'm so sorry, love." He wraps me in a hug, lifting me off the counter. "Come here." I wrap my arms around his neck, curling my head into his chest. We pass Nick, Karl and Katie in the kitchen.
"George.." Katie starts to make a move towards me, her eyes tearful. Nick puts his hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She turns around as Nick wraps her in a hug. I'm glad he's being a good brother to her.
I push my face harder into Clays chest, ignoring the pain that shoots up from my cheek. I feel his arms wrap around me tighter as he carries me upstairs to our room.
As he sets me down on our bed, he climbs in next to me, being careful of my face as he cuddles closer.
He wraps his legs and arms around me, his front to my back as we go to sleep.
"I love you." I mumble out, already drifting asleep.
"I love you too, baby. Sleep well." He places his hand on my waist, giving me a kiss on my cheek.
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