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George sighed as he stepped out the plane tunnel (is that what it's called?)
He looked around at all the people scattered in hopes of maybe already seeing his best friend. He felt dizzy and tired as he stumbled through crowds of people. He waited at the baggage area for his luggage. He pulled his phone out before looking around once again for any sign. Realizing that no one looked familiar he looked down at his phone. He was going to text Clay but thought
Why not surprise him?
He slid his phone into his back pocket as his bag sat in front of him. He picked it up throwing it over his shoulder and pulling his phone out again. He knew he had to call an Uber since he couldn't drive and he was planning on surprising his friends.
As he hopped in the Uber he gave him the location and watched as people around them were hugging and jumping into cars. As he reached his destination, he thanked the driver and paid him. He sighed as the driver drove off.
"Here goes nothing."
He slid his phone into his pocket and walked up the porch. He hesitated as he knocked three times. He stepped back a little holding his backpack that was over his shoulders. He heard the locks on the other side causing him to bring his head up. Butterflies swarmed his stomach and his throat grew dry. A smile grew on his face as the door opened. Clay stood there with wide eyes.
"G-George?"
"Heh- hi."
Nick rushed to the door.
"Wait what?" Nick said.
"H-how are you here?" Clay questioned.
"Magic carpet." George said rolling his eyes. Clay chuckled.
"Here- uh c-come in." Clay said moving out of the way opening the door completely. As George stepped in Clay shut the door. George took a sniff of the welcoming smell.
"I'm still so confused right now." Clay said running his fingers through his hair.
"When did you even get here?" He said moving in front of him. George smiled.
"Maybe an hour ago? About that time." He said shrugging his shoulder.
"I was going to text you but I thought 'why not surprised them?' And so here I am!" He said throwing his arms up. Clays jaw was still half dropped with wide eyes as Nick stood there with arms crossed and an arched brow.
"I- I'm so- this- you- oh my god." Clay planted his face in the palms of his hands. George chuckled.
"Wait so you are here? For how long?" Nick said stepping forward. George turned.
"Uh- possibly two or three weeks? Maybe four."
Nick nodded before looking at Clay. Clay crossed his arms.
"You little sneaker." He said shaking his head. George smiled.
"Well?" George said. Clay shook his head.
