toxic | dnf ice skating AU

the coffee

the light streams through the window to the right of george's bed. he pulls his blanket up and over his face, not wanting to wake up early. he liked to sleep in on the weekends. as he was almost asleep again, his door is slammed open. "george..!" stella holds out the end of his name as she walks over to his bed. she begins shaking him. "wake up!" she shouts. stella really hasn't matured since the second grade, yet somehow she was recruited to go to a private school on a scholarship. 

"oh my god, what?" george groans, turning his face out from under the blanket. 
"i need a ride to my friends house," once again, she drags out the end of 'house'.

"not now," he says, flipping the blanket over his head again. 
"cmon!" she begins shaking him again

"fine!" he says, pushing her off and sighing. she smiles and walks out, slamming the door behind her. george stretches and walks to his closet. he changes from grey sweatpants and a hoodie to another pair of black ripped jeans and a baby blue hoodie that matched the lanyard on his keys. he grabs his phone and walks downstairs to see both his mom and dad are gone. yet stelle sits at the island waiting for him. 

"where's mom and dad?" he asks, grabbing a biscuit off the plate in the center of island table. 
"went out for breakfast or something. i dunno," she says, standing up and walking outside to george's car. he follows her and slips on some sandals before beginning the drive. 

"where to?" he questions blankly.
"remember kylie?" she asks him.
"nope," he responds.
"her brother thought you were a crack addict?"
"yep,"
"yeah, her house," stella finishes. 
"got it," george stops at a red light and plugs his phone into the car's amp, and plays, 'Yer Killin' Me' by Remo Drive. 

when they arrive at her house, stella says her goodbyes and gets out to go to ring the door. george sits there to make sure someone answers, and when they do, he begins to back out. 
yet as he's looking around, he sees someone come outside to his car. "hey!" clay calls, a bit out of breath. george rolls down his window. 
"hey," george greets with a smile.
"sorry about the other day, that was really out of the blue," he says, scratching the back of his head. clay was wearing a white tee shirt with a black varsity jacket on and black jeans as well. 
"no, not at all," george says, trying to come back from that embarrassing response. "my mom didn't need me, I was just nervous-" he realizes how weird that sounds. "uhm- i'm.." he thinks for a second and looks to clay. his face looks attentative and welcoming. "i'm actually free right now, if i can take up that offer again-" before clay could respond he quickly follows up with, "my outfit doesn't look to good right now but-" clay interrupts him.

"offer still stands, if you wanna go get a bite right now. your outfit is fine," he laughs lightly and smiles. 
"cool, right..." george paused and brushes off his passenger seat. "i can drive..!" he smiles and laughs a little. 
clay flashes a smile right back at him again and walks around the side of the car, getting into the passenger seat. spotify was shuffling songs. as he closed the door, "teenage dirtbag" started playing from the speakers. george rolls up his window. 
"love this song," clay comments. 
"heh, me too," george responds, pulling out of the driveway. "gives me a confidence boost for some odd reason," he says with a small laugh. 
"yeah," clay follows up with, "hey, wanna get starbucks or something?" 
"sounds perfect," george replies.

they drive while softly singing the lyrics together. once they arrive at starbucks, they order from the drive through and park after they receive their orders. george had ordered a pink drink, while as clay ordered a plain coffee. george turns down the music a little bit. "so, how long have you been playing hockey?" george asks. 
"about five years now. around the time I turned twelve,"
"woah, that's so long-" george says.
dream chuckles, "how long have you been skating?" 
"I dunno, around third grade," he says, not wanting to try and find out the amount of years that was. even though george had been skating longer than clay, he still seemed amazed at how long the other male had been skating.

they talked liked this and that for around two hours before george looks at the time to see that he was ten minutes late to pick up stella. "agh- i've got to pick up my sister," he says, looking towards clay.
"no worries, this was fun!" clay says, smiling while looking right back at him. george begins the drive back to clays house. "mind if i take the aux?" clay asks.
"go right ahead," george replies with. clay starts playing "Kill the Director" by The Wombats. they both started singing it as george blasted the music. when they reached a stoplight, george would hit the steering wheel like a drum as they were bother practically shouting the lyrics. as george pulled onto Clay's street, they sung, "this is no bridget, bridget jones..." as the song faded out. george looks to clay and smiles, a little out of breath. 

"we should do this again soon," george says, feeling a sensation of excitement mixed with happiness he had never felt before this. 
"totally. this was fun," clay repeated. "cya!" he says as he leaves, he stops midway and runs back to the car. george rolls down the window. "forgot to give you my number-" he said, laughing. 
"oh-" george laughs. he hands clay his phone and seconds later it's returned to him. not breaking eye contact, george smiles. "see ya," he responds. clay walks away from his car, waving as he walks to his front door, passing stella. 

"was that kylie's brother?" stella asks, getting into the car.
"yeah," george says, still happy.
"did you guys like fuck or something?" she says, a little concerned why her brothers faced seemed so much more emotion-filled than usual. 
"ew no! shut up, stella," he says, hitting her and pulling out of the driveway

mood ruined. 

they arrive home and george immediately walks up to his room and dives into his bed, rolling over to look at his phone. he checks his contacts. 'clay :)' is what he put his name in as. 

"hey, it's george :]" george texts him.
"hey, it's clay :)" clay responds in a matter of seconds mimicing him.

'god he's an idiot,' george thinks.