so this is a story about a Clay and a George

Second.

It had been the second day. And however good he had been to his family, Clay wanted to disobey, to be grounded at his uncle's house, then he could've spent time with the small Mooshgi. Unfortunately, he couldn't brought himself to. And so Clay followed like a puppy, taking photoshoots the whole morning. He felt bad for George, might he were waiting? Clay hoped not. Then the blonde would be feeling really, really terrible. His foot kept stomping on ground, eventually sometimes he earned a punch from his sister as warning. 

God, he just wanted to talk to George.

A vibration rang in his pocket. Clay took out his phone, seeing the name "Sapnap/Nick" calling him.

- Hey Dream, how's the weather in Britain? Gross?

- None Florida heat waves, got a break at last. Seems like its about to rain here anyway - Clay looked up at the sky, gray depressing cloud starting to take over.

- Got an umbrella?

- No, we're about to buy some. - His family were heading to a souvenir shop - Talk to you later Sap, it might be raining heavy.

- Oh, I was about to ask you to help me code, but that can be later. See you Dream.

Clay turned off his phone. Thinking about it, will Sapnap believe if he told about George? Likely no. But you can't be so sure, Dream. Clay entered the shop, and his crowd separated, looks like they weren't there just for umbrellas. Clay thought of buying one for himself, his eyes scanned for a small one. Then he realized, oh shoot I'm too tall, small umbrella won't help. Then he caught in his sight three. All were spotted white, one green, one red, and one blue.

Clay remembered the mushroom hat, one that slightly moved during the hide. Thinking for a while, he picked the blue one, just because he felt like it. Clay's faourite color isn't even blue, oh well, he wasn't thinking with his brain anyway. Avery - Clay's sister when they gathered at the cashier, looked at him like he was an alien, then at the umbrella. Clay smiled dorkily.

- Guess I'm feeling blue today.

She had no words.

His family hadn't planned after the photoshoot and shopping, so they decided to went back home. Which, Clay wasn't protesting. Just in time, the first drop fell from the sky, then two, then uncountable. Heavy raindrops rained, washed away dry air, seemed to refresh the entire Britain town. Clay opened his newbought umbrella, walked under the crying sky. His family wasn't paying attention to him, well, he's an adult, he should be independent, right? And so, he finally had sometime for his own, each steps wetted by poodles, hearing the drops echoeing on the fabric above him. Florida's rains aren't any like this, they were hot and damp, more like showers. UK's different, way more different, right at the moment? Downpour. Cold and wet. Clay wasn't complaining. A little bit, actually, but this is way much easier breathing than Florida. He loves Florida, he loves his home, but Clay's mindset was starting to shift whether he should take trips to here more often. All because, of a rainy day, in the fog city. Felt like he could take a break from everything. From heatwaves, from sweaty days, from....

from his current position. His career, his life.

Oh how a weather can change people's perspective.

Shoesteps continued leaving trails. Fading away as the rain poured down, heavier and heavier. Its scent was diffent from his hometown's, something so simple, yet so memorable.

Does George likes rain?

Maybe he does, mushrooms likes wet air, right? Then again, he was so small, maybe the rain could flood him- Clay stopped.

Oh god, he didn't like that possibility.

Clay didn't even noticed his step were faster. His sister knew he was heading home so she didn't stop him, though she wondered why was he so hurried. Each poodles made waves, the more concerned he was. Though the heavy downpour made it seemed forever, Clay finally reached home. But the first thing he did wasn't entering the house, he dashed into the forest, mud dirtied his shoes. He looked completely like an idiot wandering, yelling.