Another Lifetime | Dreamnotfound AU

Chapter 16: Coming Out

SELF HARMING;NON DETAILED-LOVE Y'ALL <333

George woke up from someone shaking him. He fluttered his eyes open and only to be welcomed with Clay's face. His bed head was still visible and unmade. His beautiful smile was visible too. 

"What," George said in a groan, pushing Clay's chest in the process but since he just woke up and he's weak it did nothing but for Clay to slump on the smaller's chest knocking the other's air out of their lungs. 

"Fuck" George said and started to push Clay off his chest but again, it did nothing so he gave up and instead wrapped his arms around Clay's neck inhaling the other's scent. George just noticed how good Clay actually smells. He smells like a strawberry garden with vanilla winds passing through it. 

"What's up with you today?" George asked. 

"'M bored" Clay responded but it was muffled for his head was buried on George's neck. 

"So why'd you wake me up?!" George exclaimed but it was a genuine exclaim. 

"I want to cuddle," Clay said in almost like a baby voice, emphasizing the last word. 

"Aww poor baby" George cooed and teasing the other. Clay didn't respond and instead savored the moment. George closed his eyes doing the same thing.They laid on the bed waiting for time to pass. 

The sun seeped through every hole on the sheer curtain making sun rays rain towards their slumped bodies. The birds outside were busy flying from roof to roof and tree to tree singing their morning birdsongs. The tweeting sounds made the whole atmosphere to be peaceful. It felt like heaven. 

But when George's mind betrayed him and reminded him something. The room seemed to dim as he thought more of it. He forgot that he needed to tell his parents about him and Clay. How can he even tell them? Can he even walk? How would they react? George's hand shook from anxiety and timidity. What if his parents didn't like the idea and take Clay away from him again? 

He was scared of his parents, for the outcome. But he knew that it'd be scarier to hide the fact. So he will do it. He will tell how much he loves Clay in front of his parent's faces. He would fight for him and Clay and he promised himself for that. 

He thought it'd be a good idea to not tell Clay, so he didn't. Clay turned his face towards George's, letting out a sigh as he stood up. George decided that he'd just go home at the end of the day because- well first(1st) of all he's nervous as fuck that he'd just want to crawl in a hole and die and second(2nd) he had a... a limp. George thought it'd be embarrassing to let his parents see it. 

Clay and George finally decided to have breakfast or lunch. Brunch. George sat at the edge of the bed, sighing before standing up just for him to fall back again. Clay noticed this and let out a fit of wheezes. George glared at his boyfriend? Are they even official? 

George glared from embarrassment as his cheeks burned with color. Clay noticed it and started wheezing more. George just looked at the white sheets waiting for Clay to stop. A moment later Clay calmed down and wiped happy tears out of his eyes. He walked in front of George and decided to carry the smaller without any warning. George let out a yelped and loudly giggled, actually liking the idea. His embarrassment dissolving into a mist like acid. 

Clay took George on one of the island stools. George got off after putting a sweet peck on Clay's neck. 

"What do you want to eat?" Clay asked George with a smile nuzzling his nose on George's across the other side of the island. 

"Anything" George shrugged and kissed Clay before pulling away and sulked on the kitchen cabinets including the fridge. 

George watched Clay dreamily as Clay continued to cook. The sizzling from the pan prodded George's eardrums like music. The music that he'd listen to over and over again and will never get bored. The smell of bacon made its way to George's nose and made his stomach grumble excitedly. The thudding sound from the boiling water and egg embraced the sizzling sounds like a bass. George has apologized to Clay for he's not the best cook. He remembered the last time he cooked when a hotdog that is supposed to be caramel-like in color turned into a black-like void color instead.