I'll Never Forget

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SORRY I FORGOT AAAAHH

Cover by: SxmplyMoxxi

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George's POV

Clay and I had always been best friends since we were really young kids. We were four years old when we met, because I moved to Clay's neighbourhood. Clay was often at the playground and he was really spontaneous. We became friends almost immediately.

I was a bit nervous as I had just moved to my current neighbourhood. I didn't know anyone here and I was pretty scared when I was going to the playground for the first time. I was walking to the playground with my mother and looked around me. There was a young boy around my age, he was on a swing, humming songs.

He looked up as he went to the slide and ran to me. 'Hi!'

I smiled a bit shyly and looked away as I tried climbing up the stairs of the slide. I was really young, but mostly short. The boy was a bit longer and he grabbed my hand, helping me get up the stairs of the slide. I giggled as I slid down and I turned around to see the boy slide down too.

He bumped into me and giggled. 'I'm Clay!'

'Hi,' I said with a smile and stood up to go to the swings. My mum was sitting in the back somewhere, but she wasn't really paying attention. She was on her phone and I looked back at Clay.

'What's your name?' he muttered, smiling at me.

'George,' I whispered as I sat down on the swing.

'Hi, George! Nice to meet you.'

'Nice to meet you too.'

'Are you new here?'

I nodded shyly and looked at Clay sitting down on the swing next to me.

'I'm going to school next week!' Clay said with a smile. 'For the first time.'

I smiled and I nodded. 'Me too.'

'Are we going to the same school? I like you, I would like you in my class.'

I looked at my mum and stood up, grabbing her hand. 'Where is my school?'

Clay walked closer to us and my mum smiled. 'Who are you?'

'Clay,' he smiled. 'I wanted to know where George is going to school. I'm starting my first week next week.'

'George is going to that school,' my mum said as she pointed to a small school in the distance.

Clay smiled and jumped up and down because of excitement. 'Me too!'

Clay and I hung out the whole day, until my mum told me it was time for dinner. We had both explained where we lived and we were planning on playing together again. We weren't only planning on that, we also did a lot.

Clay and I became best friends within days and we often called each other each other's soulmates. When we were five, we spent every day with each other. If not at school, then we were together after school. We played at the playground together, we played with Clay's Legos and at my place we drew or did something creative.

Both our parents just always thought we were best friends, but when we were nine Clay and I started feeling differently about each other. Since we were so young, we had no idea what it was what we were feeling and maybe it wasn't even that much at the time. Just some dumb child love, but still.

Clay and I were laying down on my bed, drawing something for each other. I was drawing a heart for Clay and wasn't allowed to see what he was drawing yet.

We continued drawing for twenty minutes and after a while, Clay showed me his drawing. It was a heart too and I giggled, showing him mine.

'My heart is always going a bit faster when I'm with you. I find you really beautiful,' Clay smiled. 'That's why I drew a heart.'

'Me too,' I smiled and Clay giggled.

'Sometimes I'm confused, because I only feel like this when I'm around you. I have sometimes imagined being the same as my parents, but then with you.'

'Together?'

Clay nodded. 'But I think that's stupid, we are too young for such a thing. You're also a boy, I don't know if that's possible. Do you know?'

I shrugged. 'I don't, I have never seen two boys together.'

'Me neither.'

'Maybe it's just friendship?' I muttered.

Clay shrugged. 'It feels different, but we are just nine. I think love is for old people.'

I giggled and nodded. 'I can ask my mum about it once.'

Clay didn't want to ask his parents, but that evening I went to my mum to tell her what I was feeling and that I was confused about Clay being a boy.

My mum was really calm and she lifted me on her lap, explaining what love was. After that she came up with multiple terms which I found hard back then. She taught me about being gay, bisexual and straight, but she told me there was way more. I felt understood when she explained the term "gay" to me and since I was nine, I was already thinking about it.

I had told Clay and he had been looking around at girls for weeks, but he said that he didn't feel anything for those girls. At least, he didn't feel the way he felt about me. We both found the term "bisexual" a bit too complicated back then, but we really recognised ourselves in the liking boys part.

Clay and I did everything together, we finished kindergarten together and went to the same middle school. At that point I could have already seen it, Clay's parents started changing.

I didn't really worry about it and Clay didn't either, but they forced him to do a sport. Clay choose to do football and he started training three times a week when he was only twelve years old.

Luckily he made time for me every time as soon as he could and we were not able to be separated. That was what we thought back then, but that all changed when we got older.

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