Would You Kill For Love? (dnf)

1-When I Met Him

{ Clay's POV }

I walked into the store, looking for things on the list I had made before I left. I went to where the milk was stored and placed it in the cart that I had grabbed when I was at the store entrance. I then grabbed bread, cereal, ramen cause why not, orange juice, and everything else that was listed on the small piece of paper.

I headed over to the cashier, so my things could be scanned. I placed the items on the conveyor belt and the items started to move due to the conveyor belt starting up. My cashier greeted me with small talk as they scanned the items. The normal 'how's your day?' stuff.

I usually answered them in short answers and or sentences, kind of dry. See I've never been good at talking to people, nor did people talk to me. You're probably wondering why people don't talk to me, huh? Well I have this thing where I don't feel anything. I feel empty.

No sadness, no happiness, no excitement, just nothing. People thought (and think) I'm weird so they avoid me like it's their life's priority. Then my parents left me. My mother had the same thing I did, but my father didn't.

I don't understand why my mother left me since I had the same thing as her, but she did. So I lived alone while I went to highschool, people would think that it's awesome to live alone in highschool, but it wasn't. It was too quiet but I've gotten used to it.

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After I paid for all the items I put them in bags and left, I usually walked to the store and back since my house was so close, to get exercise and all. I looked down at my shoes while walking, just getting lost in my thoughts but then somehow I was on the ground, my bags with the items now dropped onto the concrete.

"Oh my god! Are you alright?" I heard someone say in a British sounding accent causing me to look up. I was met with concerned, chocolate brown eyes, sparkling due to the sun, I had no idea who this was but damn. He looked like an angel "Uh, y-yeah. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I said. I felt something different. My heart was racing just from looking at this man. I remembered my mother telling me about this. She told me the feeling I would feel when I would find someone to make me feel again one day, the one she said I'd love, the one she said that'd make me feel again, the one she said I'd kill for.

"Oh please, I was the one that wasn't paying attention. Here let me help you up, uhhh?" He said, holding out his hand. "Clay, but you can call me Dream, you?" I asked as I grabbed his hand, I felt blood rushing to my face as he helped me up. Once I was back on my feet I analyzed his features more. He was short and had beautiful, porcelain skin, his hair was dark brown and if you looked closely you could see had little freckles on his cheeks and nose in a random pattern.

"Hmm, Dream. I like that. You can call me George." He said with a smile, holding out his hand for me to shake. Wow. He had an amazing smile... I shook his hand so I wasn't rude. "Hey, do you go to Skyline Highschool?" George asked, I nodded and his smile only grew.

"That's awesome! I go there also, maybe if I run into you we can hang out?" George questioned. He wants to hang out with me? Wow, that's a once in a lifetime thing for me, someone wanting to hang out with me that is.

"U-uhm sure! I'd love to! How about we walk to school together on Monday? I-If that's okay with you, of course!" I stuttered out, jeez I sound like an idiot. "Sure! I can't wait!" George said excited with a smile still on his face.

I relaxed at how he reacted, smiling softly. Wow, that's the first time I've actually smiled without having to fake it. Damn. "Alright, cool! Can I get a place to meet you at?" I asked him. "Meet me at the park near here, I'll see you then, Dreamy!" He said, slowly walking backwards.

"Wait! Can I get your number?" I asked, as he turned away to walk normal. He slowed down his walk and looked over his shoulder to look at me. "Wow, you haven't even taken me out to dinner!" he said laughing, causing my face to heat up "I'm just joking, it's xxx-xxx-xxxx, call me Dreamy!" He said, his words laced with flirtation, along with a wink and resumed his walking.

I quickly wrote down the number on the list I used early with an extra pen I shoved into my pocket. I smiled at the random numbers and looked up, he sadly was gone which disappointed me but I continued my walk back to my house.

Well, I'll see you soon, Georgie.

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