July

Boyfriend?

TW: Mature language

Clays POV:

"Where's the clothes you got earlier?" y/n ask me as we start making our way down towards my apartment.

"I didn't get dressed yet because I didn't want to miss you, so I made sure to get there before you closed." I kept my eyes glued forward as we continued our way to the apartment.

"smart move." y/n's voice sounds forced through clenched teeth.

dammit i should've brought her a coat.

"Are you cold?"  I start to take my jacket off as I ask her.

"No, i'm fine." She forces a smile even though she's clearly about to freeze.

"here." I place my flannel jacket over here shoulders. It was way to big for her so it fitted her like a cape.

"No, no, no. your gonna freeze. I should've brought my coat." She starts to take off my coat and hand it back, but before she can I place my hand on her shoulder stopping the jacket from falling.

I pull her closer to me as we approach my door. She gave up her fight as she realized I wouldn't be taking back my coat.

"69" I say starting to wheeze, as I unlock my door.

"You do that too?" She walks through the door taking off the coat and draping it over her arm.

"What do you mean?" I close the door behind me. Patches is by my feet welcoming me as usual, I lean down to pet her for a few seconds.

"You joke about your apartment number?" She looks around my apartment in a dazed like look.

"Oh yeah...." I reply half embarrassed, scratching the back of my neck.

"And who is this?" She knelt down stroking patches who is now welcoming her into the home as well.

"That's my cat patches, get to know her while I get dressed." I head up the stairs to change my clothes for the performance.

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Now dressed in my new clothes I come down the stairs to see y/n on the ground with patches in her lap sound asleep as shes stroked repeatedly.

"I think she likes you." I tell y/n as I lean down to pet patches as well. She was purring loudly. I was a little surprised by that, she's not much of a purrer.

I get back on my feet and grab my keys from pocket. I pat my pant pocket searching for my phone.

shit, i forgot it upstairs

"Hey Clay?" I stop walking up the steps at the sound of her calling for me.

"Yeah?" I arch my back to peek my head over the wall separating the living room from the staircase.

"My phones about to die, and I need it in case my boyfriend texts me. Do you have a charger?" She doesn't look up from petting patches as she ask me.

her what now?

"Your boyfriend?" I can feel a lump form in my throat.