BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 111: parents

George POV.

For some reason I felt on edge as the days counted down until Clay's parents came. They were meant to arrive on the last day of school for the year, a Friday, so I decided that I'd get myself and Clay to skip it since nobody really did much besides talking about their Christmas plans.

Then there would be a two week break for Christmas and New Year before heading back to school a few days into January.
(I live in a country where Christmas is during Summer do tell me if this is how you Americans, Brits and others, school years go).

In fact, today was that day. Snow was falling and Clay's parents were due to arrive in 6 and a half hours, just after 2pm.
The blond was already up and dressed, while I was still laying in the bed with my entire body wrapped in several large, fluffy blankets that we'd put on the bed to keep warm.

"George, get up." Clay groaned after 10 minutes had passed of him not being able to drag me out of bed and get me to go shower and change.
"Nope, can't I'm dead." I grumbled into the pillow underneath me, (not Clay the other one).

The blond let out a loud sigh before leaning down so his mouth was inches away from my ear. With a smirk he blew a stream of hot ear against my ear which caused me to bury my head completely under the blankets.
"Fuck off you stupid Pillow," I grumbled tiredly at him.
"Get up you stupid Gogy," he mimicked my tone.

When I didn't move from my spot he let out another sigh, "why aren't you wanting to get up Georgie, is something bothering you? It is the last day of school for the year, thought you'd enjoy that."
"I'm tired, it's cold and what's the fucking point even, what the hell do we even do at school on the last day?" I asked.

Clay rolled his eyes as he sat down at the side of the bed, "well you could say goodbye to Zak, Karl and Darryl for one thing." He stated.
I let out a quiet scoff, "you make it sound like we are never going to see them again."

I glanced up as Clay fell back so his head was resting a few inches away from mine. His green eyes met my brown ones and he gave me a smile, "if I can't give you a good reason to go to school can you give me one why we can't go to school?"

The blond looked over to me and raised an eyebrow, inviting me to give an explanation. I tried to act as believable as possible, "I feel sick," I lied, trying to seem as convincing as possible.
"Sure," Clay rolled his eyes, sat up and booped my nose childishly.

But even though he saw through my unconvincing acting performance he laid back down and pulled me against him, he definitely preferred laying in bed than going to school today.

We laid in bed for hours, every time one of us wanted to leave the cold Winter air would freeze us until we climbed back into the warm bed and the arms of the other.

I glanced at the clock, it was 1:30, Clay's parents were getting off the plane around now and would get here in half an hour. Maybe I should have told them more about myself and my relationship with their son. Because besides the obvious fact that I am the son of Richard Davidson they know absolutely nothing about me.

Quite a lot of things about I know about myself I would prefer to tell them in person but I did feel like I was being way too vague.
It just felt really weird to tell them stuff like 'I am your son's boyfriend' over the phone. And plus I felt it would be better for Clay to tell them.

After hours of laying in bed I sat up and headed into the shower, making sure to dress in something that didn't look to flash or too chaotic and I hoped Marissa and Paul liked it.

Finally 2pm came, and I grabbed Clay's hand and lead him outside onto the driveway, trying to contain my excitement as I told him to sit down.
"Why are we out here George?" He asked, "it's cold we should go back inside where it's warm, I could make you a hot drink."

"But I have a suprise for you..." I whined, "it should be here soon... I hope you like it."
The blond raised an eyebrow, "what sort of suprise?" He asked, leaning closer to me.
"The suprise that stays a suprise," I replied through gritted teeth as I pushed him back playfully.
Clay shuffled closer to me and wrapped an arm around my chest to keep us both warm.

A few minutes of waiting on the cold steps later a car drove into the drive and both Clay's eyes and mine whipped over to see who was coming up the to the house. After I moment I jumped up excitedly, knowing exactly who it was, and the blond seemed to slowly be figuring it out too.

"George... Are those... My... Parents?" He asked, looking from me to the car.
"Yes it is... Why?"
The blond immediately looked somewhat panicked, "why the fuck are my parents here!?!?"
"Uhhhh... They... are... your... suprise..." I was feeling more and more worried with every second. "I'm assuming based on your reactions that this was a bad idea..."
"Yes! Very bad! Very, very bad!"

The car had stopped right in front of us and the doors opened, revealing two people who looked the same age as my parents.

The woman had hair that was clearly dyed, although it looked a shiny brown the top of her hair was returned to its natural colour, a blond the same shade as her son's. She had bright blue eyes, pale skin and freckles dotted across her face.
The man was slightly taller, probably just shorter than Clay and had greying hair the was once a sandy blond colour with green eyes and dark skin.

They seemed to be Clay's parents and both ran to grab their stuff out of the backseat of their car before even acknowledging us. As they did so Clay leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "whatever you do make sure they don't find out we are dating."
"Are they homophobic?" I asked, turning slightly so I could look into his eyes.
"Very."

I nodded, agreeing not to tell as the couple started walking over to us. But that was easier said than done.

Way easier...
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