Chasing Snowflakes

15

New Year's Eve finally rolled around, marking the end of their stay in England and it was a bittersweet feeling to the boys.

The morning started off with George feeling Clay press a gentle kiss on his cheekbone as he woke up, bright sunlight streaming through the window and making their faces glow. It was a rare instance for the England sun to come out like this, so George was already filled with good vibes for the holiday.

"Good morning, Georgie," Clay said, giving George some room to wake up and stretch.

"Oh God, never call me that again," George groans as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Clay chuckles lightly.

"Come on, I say I earned the right to call you that."

"Correction- my family earned the right. You sound like an idiot when you say that," George said to him, but he leans his head on Clay's shoulder.

"I was thinking more like the clown guy from IT."

"The more you talk, the more I want to just be friends again."

"You're such an idiot, George." Clay wheezes, his voice warm with fondness, and George let himself melt a little bit. The first three days following their break up and makeup were nerve-wracking, to say the least. Both walking on eggshells and too scared to do anything in fear of accidentally pissing the other off, but they slowly grew comfortable with the nice reality. Clay squeezing George's hand under the table, forehead kisses in the hallway when they were alone, George leaning into Clay as they slept, and they would plant soft kisses on each other's lips here and there.

As the day progressed into the night and the town became alive with noises and music, the boys set out on an adventure for, according to George, the world's best hot chocolate before midnight hit.

"George, I highly doubt England has the world's best hot chocolate."

"That's because you haven't had it here."

Clay raises an eyebrow. "I don't need to. You guys think mince pies are good."

"Whatever. At least I don't eat biscuits and- Woah."

George stops dead in his tracks, looking up at the string of lights weaving throughout the town in a yellow glow. People were everywhere, the town plaza crowded and loud, and there were stands of food and drinks set up.

"I don't remember it being this crowded before," George said as they pushed through people. George had the death grip on Clay's hand, not letting the risk of him getting swept away happen, and he leads them stand to stand.

"You were here last year, how much could've changed?"

"I didn't come to the town last year, I had no reason to."

"Aw! And now you do because you want to show me stuff, that's cute," Clay teases and George shoots a sharp glare to shut him up. They stop and look around, George having to stand on his toes to see over the sea of people.

"I can't see anything," he groans.

"I got you, hang on," Clay said. He looks around for the stand that George started describing to him: it was simple with a sign that said 'Hot Cocoa' with two old women working it. He squits as they move again, keeping an eye out for the stand, and then-

"There! I see it, Clay!" George shouts excitedly and pulls on Clay, causing him to stumble forward and knock into a few people. He was like a newborn giraffe.

"Jeez, thanks for yanking me, idiot."

"You would've gotten lost because you were too busy looking around."