DNF Oneshots (Dreamnotfound)

The Store Guy (PT 1)

((This is going to be multiple parts, so don't worry about the small cliffhanger at the end. Also this is very fluffy and cliché lmao. It also will only be in George's POV. So, have fun! I hope you enjoy!))
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When I became friends with Clay a couple months ago, I didn't expect to be laying in his bed, my head on his slow rising and slow falling chest, while his hand runs through my hair and calming me from my anxieties. All while this happened, I couldn't even prepare myself for what would soon happen later that evening, as the sunset's orange and-I think- pink colors came through the window. It doesn't start here, though. Instead, the story starts when I met, Clay. The handsome, kind, and warmhearted man, who I lay in bed with now.

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It was a gloomy day, rain showering from the sky and the wind pushing branches onto the roads. People would normally stay inside and hang out with family, maybe watch a movie or two, while a storm raged outside. But for me, I was out going to the store to find something for dinner. I had nothing at my house, my refrigerator empty and my pantry full of cat food or unhealthy foods- which I didn't want to eat, right now. You could say, I also hadn't been feeling the best recently too. My appetite gone most days and my brain twisting around and around about simple mistakes that I made years ago. I felt like the world had been collapsing below me and I was just falling through an infinite loop hole. Living the same life every day, no change and no difference at all. That is the other reason behind why I was getting out of my home and going to the store, I needed a change, so that's what I did.

I'm rather proud of myself for getting out of the house, even if I am a little anxious about it. I haven't been out for a while, mainly staying in my room on my computer, coding away for my job. I don't know where all these- I guess you could say feelings came from. So, I just continued to do the same thing every day and not changing anything for my own good. In which, is why I am out going to the store, for the first time in ages, in the middle of an upcoming storm.

As I drove my car, the wind pushed and pulled at the wheels, making the car swerve a little bit. Thankfully, I am a decent driver and could keep my car going straight. Soon enough, I make it to the small supermarket down the street. I hesitate before getting out of my car, not only because the rain seemed to have picked up, but also because I felt genuinely nervous. Would people make fun of how messily I dressed in a black sweater and sweats? Would I stumble my words while small talking to the cashier? I supposed there is only one way to find out. Annoyingly enough, I step right into a puddle as I get out of my car. I curse at my luck but move on. I want to be in and out of this store.

The aisles are full of anything you could find at a small-town market, vegetables and fruits, bread and crackers, even some ice cream or candies up near the front. I ended up walking up and down each aisle, wincing every time my tennis shoes would squeak against the dry flooring. I had one of those small baskets, that you carry in your hands, filling it with a fresh loaf of bread, cereal for tomorrow morning, and somethings to go with the bread like ham and cheese. I hoped that this would be enough, I was already feeling judged by the small amount of people in the store, as I carried my filled basket. As my mind wandered from people's thoughts of me and the amount of food I had, I ran into something... Or someone?

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." The person I ran into spoke in a worried tone as they placed their things down and reached their hand down to help me up. I instantly became a flustered mess, embarrassed and scared. Would he judge me for not paying attention. Would he get mad at me? I stared at his hand; I must have looked very dumb, just sitting on the ground and zoning out. He coughed, clearing his throat to grasp my attention, "You, okay?"