18-Tell Me About Him

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Tw: mafia business

{ Clay's POV }

We got back to the park quickly and headed to my car, our hands still intertwined. I pulled out my keys and pushed the rubber button on my keys to unlock the door. Once it was unlocked I led George to his side of the car, opening it and sadly having to let go of George's hand, George smiled and thanked me, hopping into the car with ease. I shut the door and walked to my side, opening the door and climbing in the car and shutting the door. I started up the car, George gently taking my hand again causing me to smile lightly.

I reserved out of the parking spot and started on the way to George's with a small smile the entire time. After minutes of driving we got to George's house, stopping outside of the house.

George opened the door and hopped out, giving me a confused look as to why I wasn't getting out. Honestly, I think his parents don't like me... "Dream? What are you doing? Are you coming?" George asked, "Do your parents hate me?" I questioned, George had a shocked look but then giggled "Dream really? They loved you! They wanted to know when they could see you again!" George exclaimed giggly, the tone and sentence made me smile brightly. They like me?

I got out of the car and closed it, pressing the rubber button once again, locking the car and heading to George's side, he quickly but gently grabbed my hand as I came next to his side.

I smiled at the connection and George pulled me to the door using his other hand to knock on the door, a few shuffles came from behind the door, the door opening "Oh! Hello George dear!" Diana said, opening the door all the way, she looked at our connected hands and then looked at me "Dream, honey! Hello, come in!" Diana exclaimed with a bright smile, motioning to come into the house.

I thanked her and me and George walked inside, I felt George tug me down a bit, causing me to lean down.

George leaned towards my ear "I told you she liked you." George whispered into my ear, causing me to smile, he patted my back, quietly telling me that George told me everything he wanted to.

I went back to how I was standing before and Diana closed the door "So I'm guessing George is getting some clothes to stay at yours, right?" Diana asked. I nodded with a smile, she hummed and turned away "Charles dear? Dream is here!" Diana yelled, she turned her shoulder and smiled "I'll be back I need to grab something I baked in the kitchen, be back!" Diana said, she turned her head and walked to the kitchen.

I saw George smirk from the corner of my eye and he got to his tippy toes. I turned to him confused and then suddenly I felt soft lips pressing onto my cheek. George backed away from my cheek with the same smirk as before "That's payback for all those cheek kisses without warnings before. I'll be back." George said with a wink and ran up the stairs.

I stared where George previously stood with a totally star-struck face, heat rising to my face making it a dusty pink. I heard Diana's footsteps coming back causing me to clear my throat and stand up straight and try my best to forget what happened.

But I couldn't. How could I not? Diana came in with Charles and a pan with baked goods "Oh! Did George go and get his clothing?" Diana asked, I nodded with a smile and she hummed. She stepped forwards and leaned her pan slightly to show what she made.

Many small macaroons were on the pan with multiple colors "Would you like one?" Diana asked with a homey smile, I smiled and nodded "Go ahead, you can have any you want." Diana said, I thanked her and grabbed one of the macaroons "Oh Dream, are you sick you seem red..." Diana said, tilting her head slightly.

Oh god she noticed. My blush increased and I chuckled awkwardly "Uh it's just hot in here..." I said, Diana smiled "Oh alright, I'll be back. I'll turn on the air conditioning dear." Diana said, about to turn away "Oh no! It's okay, really." I said, Diana looked at me curiously "Are you positive...?" Diana asked, I nodded and she hummed happily. I took a bite of the macaroon.

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