Commoner//Dreamnotfound Royalty AU (On Haitus)

16; Cheer

ps i dont speak spanish so all my spanish speaking readers pls comment if the translations are accurate :) also, new transitions pog?

I carefully creep into Clay's room. It's pretty late into the morning, so I brought him breakfast because he wasn't awake when breakfast was served. I set the tray down on his bedside table. Breakfast consisted of French toast, sausage, friend potatoes, and fresh orange juice, courtesy of Kristin.

I awkwardly approach him and try to wake him up.

"Clay...?"

No answer.

"Clay."

Well, he's not responding to verbal cues, so now we poke.

I poke his forehead. "Clay."

No response, again.

I poke him again. "Clay."

He groans and swats my hand away. Fine, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

I go to poke his forehead again, but somehow, I miss and poke his eye.

"OW— WHAT THE FUCK?!"

He props himself up on his elbows and rubs his eye.

"Sorry," I say, "good morning, by the way. Kristin made breakfast." I gesture to the tray on his bedside table.

"Whatever," he grumbles, taking the tray.

"So..." I start, "how are you feeling this morning?"

"Why the hell do you care?!" He snaps at me.

I jump at his sudden tone. "Clay, I was just—"

"Get out."

"...Okay." I say quietly, turning around and going out of the room.

I walk down the stairs to see Alex, still in his pajamas, running around with Tommy and Tubbo. Tommy's holding a (toy) gun, Tubbo's wearing a (stolen) knight hat, and Alex is wearing shoes that are too big for him. Kristin is in cahoots trying to get them to put the stuff down. Phil was immersed in today's paper, and Techno was reading a book, as per usual. Wilbur, Niki, Drista, and Nick were no where to be seen. I chuckle to myself and go over to try to help Kristin.

"Alex, c'mere, we gotta get you changed. Get those ridiculous shoes off right now." I order.

"Aww," Alex whines, "Gogyyyy..."

Kristin mouths, "thank you", and continues to chase after the kids.

——

After George left, I flop back onto the bed and turn towards the window whilst covering myself up with a blanket.

I feel bad for snapping at him, but he did poke me in the eye, which was completely uncalled for.

A few minutes later, I hear obnoxiously loud stomping outside of my room. The doors are thrown open and a very furious-looking Drista marches into my room.

"You did NOT just yell at George. ¡La madre que te parió!"

"What did you just—"

She cuts me off. "I picked it up from Alex, but that's the least of your worries. Now," she sits down on my bed, "why did you yell at George?"

"I don't have to tell you anything," I huff, turning towards the window again.

"Ohohoh, so you're gonna play that card, okay, I can play this game," she sneers, "I'll give you another chance. Why did you yell at George?"