BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 37: all work and play

Clay POV.

It was easy to outrun George, but I liked to keep just out of his reach to taunt him, and it drove him insane when he was so close to catching me but just missed. He'd gotten rid of the other ice cream at some point, but slowly the space between us grew as he got tired and started slowing down.

When he stopped completely I spun around and did the same, standing about 60 feet away from him with a smirk in my face, "you give up Georgie?"
He shook his head, "I could do this all day."
We both knew he was too tired to actually do that, but still... "Come get me then."

I expected him to at least try and lunge at me, but he didn't, just shaking his head again and heading away from the waves and back onto the boardwalk. He was about 20 feet from getting off the sand when I tackled him to the ground playfully, his hands were in front of him keeping him from face planting into the golden sand.

"You can't seriously be giving up a minute after you started chasing me." I said as I moved off of the Brit and he rolled over so his back was resting in the sand.
"You can't stop me from giving up pillow. Plus who said I was doing that anyway?" The brunette retorted somewhat playfully. I raised an eyebrow but offered him a hand up nonetheless.
George grabbed my hand, but before I could pull him up he yanked back so I fell in the sand beside him. He rolled back over and propped himself up by his elbows, which were resting on my chest before looking down at me "told you I wasn't giving up."

He said smugly causing me to roll my eyes in response. "Now go get me another ice cream now Pillowcase, before I force feed you a pound of sand for dinner." The Brit demanded as lifted his elbows off of me.
"Awww you're feeding me dinner, how adorable." I responded with a childish laugh.
George sent me a glare and I sat up, before briefly running my fingers through my hair to get the sand out of it.

"I can't afford a second ice cream Georgie." I lied to him, wanting to see where this is going.
"That's a lie, but you should just find something to trade. That flash watch you are wearing is probably worth 6 ice creams."
I thought for a moment, before giving the brunette a smirk, "how many ice creams do you think an annoying, childish, 17 year old Brit would be worth?"
"Wait wha-"

Before George could finish his sentence I lifted him up bridal style and began carrying him back along the boardwalk. The brunette repeatedly hit my shoulders and chest and yelling things at me like, "be a good pillow and put me down!" and "don't trade me for a fucking ice cream Clay, I guarantee it's not worth it!"

I let out a chuckle at each statement he yelled at me before lowering him to the ground when we were just outside ice cream parlour. Then I continued walking past the shop and towards the car, "wait so you aren't buying me an ice cream?" George asked as he ran to catch up.
I shook my head, "you don't deserve another ice cream Georgie after you stole mine."
"Your such a dick I only did that cause you are some of mine." The brunette pouted as we reached the Ferrari and climbed into the car.

He kept his glum mood the entire car ride, trying to guilt me into buying him another ice cream, he only gave up when we pulled into the garage. The second we got inside the brunette made a beeline to the kitchen to try and get a tub of ice cream but I pulled him back, only to be met with a glare "you don't deserve ice cream."
"Yes I do Pillow, now let go."

I shook my head in response and dragged him upstairs, before forcing him to sit at his desk when we arrived in his bedroom. "You do your homework and I'll buy you ice cream." I said sternly as I placed a sheet of history topics that we'd been assigned to do in a pair on the wooden desk in front of him.
George's eyes trailed to the paper and then back up to meet mine, "so you're bribing me?"
"Exactly." I pulled up a chair beside him and we looked over the topics we could research on the paper.

WW2 research topics.

Along with your partner research one of the following topics:
1. Different ways America and one other country of your choice prepared for wars.
2. What people had to do back home to help with the war.
3. Different views between both sides on what they thought winning (or losing) the war would achieve.
4. How different countries remember the war and those lost during it.

We pondered over what to do and I watched as George eliminated the ideas that would take the most work. Eventually we only had one option left which both me and the Brit agreed on, 3. Different views between both sides on what they thought winning (or losing) the war would achieve.

Once we'd decided on the topic we both pulled up Google on our laptops and started research side by side and creating a presentation.

After a few hours (and a food run to McDonald's done by myself) we were almost done, we'd been working on the project for almost 4 and a half hours and George had fallen asleep, completely forgetting about his promised ice cream.
The Burnett's was leaning against me and releasing little snores as I looked over all the slides we'd made and fixed small typos every so often. I looked over the 20 slides we'd made before finishing on the last slide, which George had made by the way.

Made by George Davidson and Pillow.

I let out an audible sigh and changed Pillow to my real name before shutting down my laptop. I scooped George up in my arms and carried him over to his bed before gently laying him down. He shifted slightly as I covered him in a thick warm blanket but did not stir.

However, before I could leave his arm wrapped around mine, trapping me again. I sighed and tried to pull my arm away without waking him up but that was met with a lot of resistance from the brunette.
So I gave up and sat down on the edge of the bed before kicking off my shoes, then I swung my legs onto the bed and laid down. George instantly curled himself against me and rested his head on my chest.

My fingers drifted up to his hair and I began running my fingers through his hair as a comb until I eventually drifted off beside him.
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1175 words.

This was honestly more like 2 small chapters mushed together, one at the beach and the other during the WW1 history project.

Also, the end of chapter 35 and the entirety of chapter 36 were going to be George and Clay ditching school but I changed it just before publishing. Anyway if you want to read about them ditching school then tell me and I'll try to add it in at some point.