Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

thirty - four

clay won that vote by a lot, hope you all won't regret your choice...

(edit: some of you missed it, but i told you all to choose a boy without any context. 😈)
(it also won't matter until these date chapters are done)

"George, what do you want on your sandwich?", I call from the kitchen.

I spread peanut butter and some jelly on my own sandwich before putting it in a plastic bag.

"Surprise me.", he replies, trying to fix his hair using his phone camera.

"You're no help.", I laugh, grabbing two slices of bread for George's sandwich.

He wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder as he peeks at what I'm doing.

"How can I help then?", he hums into my ear, pressing a kiss just below my ear.

My brain is a little distracted when he's standing so close to me, but I manage to assign him the task of getting the fruit I sliced earlier out of the fridge.

I continue adding different things into the basket we bought yesterday, George occasionally helping toss a thing or two in.

"Okay, I think we got everything. We just need the blanket.", I muse as I check over the list I created on my phone.

George disappears upstairs to get the blanket we need out of one of the spare bedrooms.

"Got it!", he smiles as he descends the stairs.

"Do you want to carry the basket?", I offer George, giving him the slightest of pouts so he will.

He nods, slipping his right arm through the handles and nestling next to his side.

"Let's go then.", I grin.

George takes my right hand in his left as we leave through the front door.

We start walking down the sidewalk towards the park, the blanket tucked under my left arm.

"It's very nice out today.", George comments, the sunshine warming my skin.

"Nice small talk, Gogy."

He rolls his eyes, a scoff passing his lips.

A man passes by, walking a small dog.

"Aww.", I murmur, smiling down at the dog.

"Would you like to pet her?", the man offers.

I gasp, nodding quickly.

"You're so cute. Oh, your fur is so soft. You're so sweet, aren't you?", I coo at the dog.

"Thank you.", George thanks the man for me, him laughing at my excitement.

As we part way from the adorable dog, I let out a soft sigh.

"What?", George looks a little concerned at my deflated breath.

"I want a dog so bad.", I tell him.

"I had no idea.", George pretends to be shocked by my comment, and I playfully bump into his side.

I'm still dead set on getting a puppy.

I constantly send them links to dogs that are adoptable, but I have yet to succeed on my mission.

We reach the park in no time, and we try to scout out a spot.

"Under the tree, over there?", I suggest to George.

He nods, pulling me along beside him.

I shake out the blanket, unfolding it to its full size before setting it on the ground.

Instead of the traditional red picnic blanket, I opted to get a blue checkered blanket so George can really enjoy our picnic date today.

George sets the basket down in the middle of the blanket, and we sit cross-legged on either side of it.

Before we even eat, I lay down on my back, staring up at the clouds.

"Okay, George. What do you think that cloud looks like?", I point to a rather fluffy cloud above his head.

He mirrors my position, laying down next to me.

"Um. Like, a bird?", he tilts his head to look at me.

"It's not a right or wrong question, Gogy. You're just supposed to try to see what they look like. Like that one!", I point to a very odd-shaped cloud.

"That one looks like a frog under an umbrella.", I tell him; both of us giggling at my answer.

We attempt to continue identifying clouds until I hear George's stomach growl.

I push myself up to sit using my arms.

"You could've said you were hungry.", I giggle, turning the latch and opening the basket.

George peers into the basket, obviously curious about what I brought.

I take out our sandwiches, some chips, sliced fruit, cheese and crackers, a few cookies I made last night, and a variety of drink options.

"This looks great, darling.", George grins as he takes his sandwich.

I blush a little at the sudden nickname, but I don't mind.

We watch a few little kids play tag while we eat, laughing as they catch one another.

I snap a picture of George with the picnic basket in view, silently debating posting it later.

As I take a few grapes out of the container, George lightly kicks my foot with his to get my attention.

"What?', I laugh, popping a grape into my mouth.

"Throw one.", he opens his mouth, glancing at the grapes in my hand.

I lightly toss one up, but he misses it.

It lands in the grass, and I'm laughing so hard that I can barely breathe.

"Another one, come on!", George nudges my foot again.

I toss another, and even though he leans back to try to catch it, it deflects off of his face.

"Your aim is dog-water.", George teases, and I toss a grape at him with a little more force this time.

"Ow.", he pouts, acting like the tiny grape bruised his entire arm where it hit him.

"Aw, poor Gogy. Let me kiss it better.", I tease.

He holds up his arm immediately, and he frowns when I don't kiss it.

"You're a big boy, I'll think you'll be okay.", I laugh at his face.

George takes an exaggerated bite of my cookie, pretending to be angry.

However, when he swallows the bite, his face changes.

"Woah, these are good.", I giggle at his change in attitude.

I watch another dog out of the corner of my eye, and George laughs at my gaze.

"Maybe someday we can convince Clay to get a dog.", George smiles at the shocked look on my face.

"Wait, really?"

Karl's been the only one that's really been on my side about the dog, so George surprised me with his support.

"I think a dog would be fun.", George shrugs.

I practically tackle him with a hug, giving him a big kiss.

We don't move, just enjoying being in one another's arms.

"This was a good idea, Finn.", George whispers, his arms wrapped around my middle.

"Thank you.", I whisper, giving him one more kiss before settling back down in his arms, enjoying his presence.