BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 34: Pillow 💕

George POV.

Warm breath was hitting the back of my neck, when I noticed that I pieced together what happened pretty quickly. I didn't worry, knowing full well that this is the best place I could imagine myself being.
Arms were wrapped protectively around my body holding me against the person behind me, my weight still resting on them partially. I shifted slightly and opened my eyes to look him, Clay.

The blond's body lay flush against mine, spooning me slightly, and his face seemed relaxed as it sat right beside my neck. I closed my eyes again, feeling safe and content when I felt Clay laugh slightly when I did so and squeeze me lightly, was he awake?
"Morning Georgie." He whispered quietly from his position a few inches away from my neck. A breath of hot air hit my neck and made it tingle slightly as he did so.

I didn't respond, staying quiet and wanting to go back to sleep. After a moment of silence with me not responding he gently rolled me over so I faced him, with my eyes still shut. The blond examined my appearance, I could feel his gaze trail over my face but I stayed motionless.
"Guess you are asleep then." The blond shrugged his shoulders and sat up, "then I guess I'll leave and won't wake you."

Before he could get off the bed I grabbed his arm and roughly pulled him back, "no. My pillow stays here." I mumbled as I rested my head back on his chest.
Clay laughed as he rested his chin in my head, "I knew you were awake, and still wanting to cuddle?" He sounded surprised by the second half of the sentence.
"No I don't want to cuddle." I corrected the blind, "I just want a pillow."
"Mhm. Sure. Whatever you say Georgie."

It was still relatively early, probably only 5 in the morning judging by the light, and we decided to stay in bed for another hour or so. I tried to go back to sleep but the blond seemed wide awake, and eventually started entertaining himself by playing with my hair, which kept me awake too.

"Stop it pillow." I growled at him once or twice, and each time he'd just cover my mouth and continue running his fingers through my hair.

What a disrespectful pillow he is.

Soon the clock ticked to about 7:30 and Clay gently nudged me off of him which was sad as I was just on the brink of falling asleep. He stood up and left the room, leaving me alone and pillow-less. I sighed and sat up, but couldn't be bothered getting out of bed, deciding to wait till the blond came back, which happened 10 minutes later.

I'd barely moved from the spot he left me in and he returned in a white shirt, a blue sweatshirt and black jeans. He let out a quiet sigh when he saw I hadn't moved but has seemingly had fallen back asleep. Clay made his way over to my bed and sat down beside me before shaking me softly.

"Come on George, you need to get up for school." He said when he saw me shifting under his touch.
"Piss off." I mumbled while still being half asleep.
I rolled over so my back was too him. "You failed your job and so I don't wanna talk to you."
The blond raised an eyebrow, "what job did I fail exactly George?"
"Being my pillow."

Clay let out a small chuckle when I said that but continued nonetheless, "how did I fail being your pillow exactly?"
I sat up and turned to face him, "being a pillow only requires you to do 3 things" I explained, and holding up 3 fingers to show him "you need to sit still, shut the fuck up, and let me sleep on you. It's that simple."

After I said that the blond couldn't contain his laughter. Eventually he managed to compose himself as I laid back down, "sorry I am a bad pillow, but get up and take a shower before school now."
"I don't take orders from disobedient pillows." I made a 'hmph' sound afterwards and crossed my arms childishly.
"Well hurry up and get in the shower before I drag you in there and wash you while wearing the clothes you're wearing on you." He growled.

"No Pillow." I replied smugly, before sticking my tongue out at him.
Less than a second later I felt the blond grab me by my shirt and begin dragging me across the floor and into the bathroom.
"Clay! What are you doing! Let me go!" I struggled in his grip but couldn't stop him.

He finally let go and grabbed the detachable shower head from off the wall, "are you going to shower on your own or do you want me to spray you with this instead?" He aimed the shower head at me.
"Fine, I'll shower myself Pillow." I stood up and smirked at him.
Clay raised an eyebrow, "what is my name again Georgie?"
I answered with "Pillow" and before I could react I was met with a quick squirt of cold water which hit me in the middle of my shirt, causing the fabric to cling to my skin.

"You sure that's my name Georgie?" He aimed the nozzle at me again.
I replied through gritted teeth "You are the worst."
"Not an actual answer, but at least you didn't call me pillow."
I rolled my eyes at him as he hung the shower head back up. "What is wrong with me calling you Pillow anyway? Are you racist towards pillows or something?"

Clay let out a little chuckle at my sentence, "just think if you were giving me a pet name it could have a little bit more effort put into it..."
Then it was my turn to raise an eyebrow, "you call that a pet name?"
He ignored me, continuing what he was saying, "...I mean you could have done anything, cutie, sweetheart, baby and you chose Pillow? Maybe I should start calling you blanket, or windowsill, or maybe even..."
"Ok that's enough I get it."

I pushed Clay out of the room and locked the door before he could do anything else. Luckily since Clay almost saw me naked on his first day I've been leaving clothes in the bathroom so I wouldn't run into him, or anyone for that matter.
Once I'd taken off my shirt and wrung it out over the bathtub I climbed into the shower and cleaned myself.

After an extra long shower I got changed and studied my clothes in the mirror, to remind myself what I'd chosen to wear yesterday. My legs were covered by 3 quarter length jeans being held in place by a nice leather black belt with a silver buckle wrapped around it nicely. Then I wore a white longsleeved shirt with a cerulean blue shirt overtop.

Clay was sitting back on my bed again, too focused on his book to notice me entering the room. I crept over before jumping beside him and resting his head and upper body on his stomach. "Pillow's back!" I celebrated in a childish tone as I stretched my arms out over him.
The blond exhaled in frustration as he lowered his book, apparently he was getting to an important part of the plot, then he started to run his fingers through my hair again.

"You ready for breakfast?" He asked, looking down at me.
I nodded in response, "ok then, get up" Clay said as he tried pushing me off of him.
"No. Carry me Blondie." I demanded in a childlike fashion.
I glanced up at Clay who gave me a sly smug as he pushed me off, "I would George, but pillow's can't carry people. Sorry."

He turned back when he reached the door and I reluctantly followed him downstairs.
Clay asked me a question as we headed to the dining room, "why do you call me Pillow anyway?"
"Because that's what you are, my pillow."
"So does that mean I can call you a giant, smelly, 17 year old baby, cause that's what you are?" At that comment the blond was met with an elbow to the ribs and an angry glare which caused him to laugh.

We reached the downstairs and headed into the dining room where my parents both sat in their usual spots, my father at the head of the table and my mother on his left. They were both eating a stack of pancakes and when the blond and I took our seats side by side a stack of pancakes was delivered to both of us also.
I piled some fresh fruit on top and squirted some maple syrup on as my father wished us both good morning, then my mother spoke up.
"I'd just like to say congratulations to both of you."
I looked up at her with a confused expression and I could see Clay had a similar one, "why would you like to say congratulations?" I asked.

"Well because you two are a couple of course."
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