Treehouse (dreamnotfound)

connected and searching

George pov

I can confidently say that since I was a kid i've always been a early waker, a early bird. So when I tried to climb out of bed this morning at 8 am I was very surprised to feel something weighing me down.

I look down at an arm around my waist,
"What the-"

this is not happening.

It was Clays arm.

this is happening.

Through slight panic and claustrophobia I try to peel away from the blanket and his arm which only lead to a series of events.

1. When I tried to pry his arm off of me, I started to slip off the side of the bed.
2. I then tried to desperately hold onto his arm for dear life (the complete opposite of what I wanted)
3. Clay woke up to see me half way off the bed

By now Clay saved me from falling and were both sitting crisscross on the guest bed.
"Soooo...what the hell just happened?" he says.
"I tried to wake up and then your arm was wrapped around me, I tried to ply it off but then I almost fell and here we are." I reply.

"You're such a clutz I swear! What's with you and falling off of objects! First the tree now-"
"Oh shut up! Let's just go make coffee or something" I offer.

"Yikes you're a coffee drinker."
"And you're in the wrong bed."
"touché"

"You're gonna love him I swear on my life!"

At the moment me and Clay are on the way to meet this sapnap friend of his.
It wasn't actually a planned trip, just a last minute decision we decided on doing today.

"Okay, okay, so what's his actual name again?"
"His real names is Nick but honestly, just call him Sapnap I think he's used to the nickname"
"Good to know."

time skip because I don't feel like writing them literally just driving a car

Knock, knock, knock

The door in front of us flew open and revealed a guy about my height with a white bandana around his head, just like the photo Clay has in his living room.

"Sapnap!!"
"Clay!"
They threw each other's arms around the other and hugged.

"Oh yeah this is George!" Clay points at me
"...The george...?"
"yes?" I say.
"Have I heard things about you!" He then grabs my hand and drags me inside the house with him.

"Hey woah woah woah, no need to drag me around!" I say through a bit of laughter.
"Oh okay that's fine" sapnap replies
He then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"WOAHHH!!" I reach out desperately for Clays hand fearing the height between me and the floor.
"Sorry George...He's clingy."

Time skip

We're all sitting around Sapnap's couch after he gave me a grand tour (Being carried like a sack of potatoes isn't the most comfortable thing)

"So how did you and Clay meet?" I ask
"Well it was when he transferred! You should have seen this guy he looked like a hot mess-!"
"HEY!!! No need to continue this story!!!" Clay says
"No," I look over at Clay "Continue Sapnap"

"Okay so as I was saying, he walked into class looking like a hot mess. He wasn't having a bad hair day or anything he was literally just crying. His eyes were all red and puffy and tear stains were just sitting there on his face!! This definitely did not looking good for a kid on the first day of highschool let me tell you...But!! Being the person I am I walked over to him and befriended him! So now here we are!"

"oh my god...why were you crying?!" I ask.
"Well..." Clay reaches his hand behind his neck "because I missed you.."

I really didn't know what to say, I just froze and stared at him.

"You missed me so much that you cried?!"
"Yeah what about it....?" Clay says
"Nothing, Nothing!! I just find it funny because I literally cried for hours after you left..."
"you did....??" he asks
"yeah..."

"Well i'm just going to go grab some snacks and you guys can just continue your conversation." Sapnap awkwardly stands up and leaves the room.

I forgot he was here..

"God. We really messed eachother up didn't we?" clay says
"Yeah I guess we did.."
"But hey!"
"Yeah?" I look up at him
"At least were back in the same country, you could say in the same presence."

I look Clay in the eyes, searching as he used to do to me. Looking for what he really wants to say and what he's really thinking. I never understood how he could figure out everything from searching my face but tonight I understand.
As I was searching he searched for me.
Reaching out his hand and trying to grasp every little detail that he could fit in his palm, as was I.

Before I knew it I was reaching out and pulling him closer to me.
I look down at his lips and back up at him looking, searching; in which he slightly nods at me.

And then it was all connected.

Those hands that reached out for years, the butterflies trying to escape the net, finally flourished and escaped as our lips connected to each others.

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sapnap in the kitchen: 🧍

but there. Have it. Finally after 28 chapters they have kissed.
you're welcome

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