Last Summer // DNF

~29~ I'll Wait

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George woke up to the feeling of someone lightly shaking his shoulder. The brunette squinted his eyes open to see an amused look on the blond boy's face.

"Come on Georgie, we're here." The car was put in park and Clay hopped out of the driver's seat, rounding the car to open George's side. Still drowsy, he fumbled with the seatbelt mechanism for a few seconds before finally clicking the button to unlock the strap. By the time George got it, his door was opened by Clay.

"Where are we?" George asked, stretching his legs when he was finally out of the car. He scanned the area and his face changed from confusion to amusement.

"I kind of panicked, I didn't know where to take you so I took you here." Clay said as he shrugged. George smiled and averted his gaze to the empty field in front of them. There were various colorful wildflowers scattered among the tall grass. George took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air.

Clay grinned at the brunette's reaction. He gently grabbed his hand and led George toward the field, away from the dirt car park. George didn't fight the gentle grasp on his hand, he held the much larger hand back.

Clay stopped when they reached the top of a small hill before plopping down, pulling George down with him. He set the brunette between his legs. George's back pressed against the blond's chest. Clay had one hand loosely placed around the smaller boy's waist. The other hand was intertwined with George's and placed into the smaller boy's lap.

George melted into the position, it was comfortable. He gazed along the distance and smiled lightly at the sight of a herd of cows. There were many big ones and a few babies, which George found cute.

Clay rested his head on George's shoulder, subtly burying his nose into the boy's neck. The brunette leaned into the touch, catching a faint whiff of coconut shampoo. Neither one of them said anything, they sat in comfortable silence. They were enjoying each other's company.

George gazed off into the distance, following the distant treeline and back to studying the cows. Clay, however, had his eyes on George.

Soon, the brunette started to zone out and think of what he was thinking back in the car. Should I say something? Should I mention anything or should I just enjoy what we're doing right now? No, I should just let it go and let this go its course. George furrowed his eyebrows and sunk slightly deeper into Clay's grasp.

"What's wrong?" George was snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the blond.

"Nothing, just thinking?" George said, leaning his head onto Clay's a bit more. The scent of coconut was a bit more prominent, not too strong though. It was soothing, almost like his cinnamon scent.

"What about?" The taller boy asked, his voice soft. George thought for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows and debating if he should say. Would it ruin everything?

"You, us" George finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. This caught Clay's attention. The taller boy turned his head and lifted it off of George's shoulder before turning the smaller boy around. George didn't argue. Now George was half facing the blond, his back leaning on the side of Clay's knee. His own legs were draped over the taller boy's other leg (I don't even know if that makes sense-).

Clay still had his arm wrapped around the smaller boy's waist, pulling him a bit closer.

"What about us?" The blond asked. George drew in a slow breath and avoided eye contact with the other boy. Clay took his finger and tilted the brunette's head up to look at him. George had a look of conflict on his face.