DNF//ONESHOTS

meet me in 5?

a/n: hi, hello. short and important explanation below. : )

it's been a little bit, lol. i have been, well, not having the best time. I've been pretty.. down, and just overall not feeling well. really unmotivated, so i stopped writing for a bit. sorry, everyone :(. and while I was gone, this fanfiction grew even more, and i am so, so, so overwhelmed with the support you have all given me. despite me being MIA for the most part, you all still manage to give me your thoughts, your criticism, which is more than anyone could ask for. thank you, really, all of you. for giving me something to look forward to. an outlet where I can let out my thoughts. you have all done wonders for me.

dedicated to: you, as you are so precious and so special.

summary: George and Clay can't seem to put a name on their oddly romantic and not-so romantic relationship. After months of ignoring each other, and George blocking out any thoughts of Clay, a convenient New Years party invites George to bring his ultra plus one, Clay. Though the party may have seemed like a dreadfully awkward situation from them both, it ends not like how George imagined it.

this story provides some backstory and plot! if you want to cut right to the chase, then skip to the water break line towards the end <3

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| meet me in 5? [slight smut warning, cursing]

Was I seriously going to attend another awful New Years party with Clay?

Sure. Okay, fine, yes. I am going.

I guess it's more of my fault that I owed them one party since I missed the last one: Christmas. But I was busy on Christmas..! Just as anyone would be for gods sake.

George wrote furiously in his journal, the writing of his pen was probably audible from downstairs. It was January already, and last year couldn't be more.. confusing? Romantically devastating? There were nearly half a million words in the English dictionary yet there was still no word to really describe his year. For starters, he'd earn that writing job for one of the biggest publishing companies, a nice flat with chic, retro pop couches that never failed to impress guests, aaaandd possibly a boyfriend. Okay, maybe it was more of a.. three-night stand. Make that five, but anyway, it was something. Clay, his name was, a total charmer and flirt. Something George couldn't resist.

So, what was George doing with his hookup, summer fling—whatever??—to a party specifically tailored for people who actually have partners? Long story. George goes to a party, George gets drunk off his ass, and the same silly ol' George makes a bet that he'll be bringing his "boyfriend" to New Years. Little do they know, George doesn't have a boyfriend, and the closest thing he had that was close to it was Clay. Which brings us to a present-day, an overly anxious and room pacing George.

"Why did I do this..," he ran a hand through his thick hair. His face was red, either from frustration or the absurd heat in his room, he couldn't tell. Maybe both.

"Ok, but, why did he even agree?," A shiver of regret ran through his veins for the forty-sixth time in the past hour.

He ran into Clay at a local grocery store the other day, the first time they'd seen each other in months. After talking for a short while, George had the genius idea: bring up the New Years party. I mean, he really had nobody else that could be his potential fake-ish boyfriend to this kind of thing, so he had to shoot his shot now or never. And to his surprise, Clay agreed to it. It took a few minutes after their interaction that Clay had actually said yes. And it took two weeks later to really register that he was about to meet him again in twenty minutes.