Third Times The Charm

9

The bright light coming from outside made me wince as I woke up. I tried to sit up but the pain in my lower back prevented me from moving.

My legs and arms were wrapped around Clay's left leg, my head resting on his lower stomach. His left hand was resting in my hair as the other one laid on his stomach beside me.

I grabbed his right hand with both of my hands. This whole situation really showed the size difference between us. I started to play with his fingers in an attempt to wake him up.

"Clay~" I whined. He groaned and began to move a little. His hand tightened around mine and he ruffled my hair lightly.

"Morning Georgie" He yawned while sitting up, dragging me up with him. "You're so small." He chucked, I'll never get used to his morning voice.

"I can't move." I pouted. He giggled, lifting me up onto his lap. "I like that leg," I smiled, pointing to his left leg, "it's comfortable to sleep with."

He smiled down at me giggling. "Want me to clean you?" He asked while stroking my hair. I nodded my head while he picked me up and brought me to the bathroom.

"There's like nothing in here." He said while looking around at the empty bathroom. "Um ye, Karl and I are barely ever here." I said slightly embarrassed.

He turned on the water and pulled off my clothes before putting me on the floor of the shower. I sat down with my legs crossed as he stripped and got in, sitting behind me with his legs either side of me.

I leaned back into him as he began to massage my hair with shampoo. I closed my eyes as he cleaned me.

He kissed the back of my neck once he had finished washing me. He quickly washed himself and stood up, turning off the water.

He pulled me off of the floor and out of the bathroom, placing me on the bed. I watched as he picked out clothes: His hoodie, one of Karl's skirts and some knee high socks.

Of course. I rolled my eyes as he began to dress me. "If I could move right now, this would not be happening." I scoffed. "Ugh, ye, that's like the whole point." He looked up at me and fake rolled his eyes, mocking me.

The skirt was a light pink colour with a white stitching at the bottom, the socks were a light grey along with the hoodie, which was way too big for me, but very comfortable.

"Beautiful." He hummed, stepping back and admiring his work. "Want me to make breakfast?" He asked while putting on the biggest clothes he could find. "Yes, but at your dorm, we have no food." I replied, unable to take my eyes off his exposed back.

He ended up just putting on plain grey joggers and a white t-shirt. He grabbed our phones, keys and the bottle from the bedside table. I blushed watching him.

He picked me up and carried me back to his dorm. He made breakfast for us and the three boys for when they finally woke up. How do they sleep so much?

After breakfast we sat on the couch and watched movies all day. It rained all day, I love the sound of rain, so I made Clay open the windows.

The cold breeze landed right on me, it was the perfect temperature. I took in every moment, the feeling of the wind mixed with the warmth of Clay, nothing could take this moment away from me.

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Clay said he needed to go to the shop so I was left alone in his room. The other three had gone for a walk about an hour ago as the rained had calmed down.

I decided to read his book:
5th of September 2018

'I introduced Techno to him the other day, he likes him and he says he can see how much I like him, that made me punch him.'

I giggled while reading it.

'He's not wrong, I've never cared about someone like I care about him. I hate it when Techno's right, he's always right. He ran into my room today panicking, he said he got a warning. That it wouldn't end well between us, something about sensing "grave danger" he needs to stop this crap, it's creepy.'

I remember that about Techno, he got warnings from what he called the voices. It was scary, but what confused me was, we figured out they were right. About a year ago we realised they were always right after they got unbearable, so what did they mean? Were they talking about me? Surely not, he didn't feel that way about me.

I was so focused on this that I didn't even realise Clay was standing at the door. "What are you reading?" He asked, placing down a large, brown bag.

"Oh nothing, just an old notebook." I replied, placing it down. "You were really focused on it, you looked scared." He sounded worried. "I'm fine, something in it was just a bit confusing." I insured.

He hummed. "What's in the bag?" I asked, trying to see inside. "I bought stuff for your drawer!" He smiled. "Yay! I actually get a drawer, bring me over." I immediately brightened up.

He picked me up and put me in his lap while he sat on the floor beside an empty drawer. He pulled over the bag and began to empty it.

We put the stuff into the drawer. It consisted of hair products, one being hair gel which I don't use, a makeup bag with toiletries and a few small bits of makeup he picked out, chocolate, and a lot of skirts and pieces of clothing he picked out.

"You bought me skirts?" I asked, looking up at him. "Mhm, you're not escaping them." He lent down and kissed my forehead. I huffed, crossing my arms.

He pulled out one last item from the bag, a teddy of a golden retriever. I grabbed it from his grasp before he could put it in the drawer.

"Mine!" I smiled, hugging it to my chest. "Yep." He chuckled, hugging me into his chest. I smiled as he lifted me into bed, still hugging me from behind. He took off my skirt before tightening his grip on me. I rolled over and wrapped myself around his leg. I handed him my teddy to hold onto. He giggled as he stroked my back with one hand.

"Goodnight Georgie"
"Goodnight Clay"

Nothing could take me away from the pure bliss I felt with Clay. I forget every worry when I'm with him, kind of like before, but this time I could be with him.

I wrote this lying on the floor after crying for 10 minutes with my cat and a teddy 😀 i'm watching the Quackity lore :)