1 am || dreamnotfound

seven

once he saw the sun beginning to make an appearance, clay sat up, groaning as his joints popped. lazily, he stepped down the ladder, hopping onto the ground and stepping onto his skateboard.

he didn't feel like going home so clay just rode around.

his hand slid into his pocket, pulling out a lighter and the pack of cigarettes. he lit on and slipped the pack back into the pocket. his tongue absentmindly swidled it around in his mouth, swirling in a circular motion.

he ended up taking himself to the bridge. he slowed down and stepped off his skateboard, leaning it carefully against one of the poles along the railng.

for the love of god, please don't fall in. he silently begged his skateboard as he pulled himself onto the railing, letting his legs dangle over the edge and above the water.

curious, he pulled out for a quick second to check to time and just as fast, slipped it back into his pocket.

6:47am.

he'd been out here for almost seven hours.

was he really staring at the sky for hours?

guess so. time kind of just disappeared when he was alone and had everything to himself. just him and the fucked up world.

sometimes, he considered just letting himself fall.

how cold was it? how hard was the impact? how bad would it hurt? would his limbs turn numb? how far would he go before his body went into panic mode and started to fight to the surface? would he fight?

sighing dramatically, clay picked at a loose piece on the rail and threw it into the water, watching as it became smaller and vanished into the water with the smallest splash. he did it over and over again until even his fingernails were raw. he spat his cig into the water.

catching his piercing on his front lips, clay bit down slightly and and frowned, drifting off into thoughts.

"fancy seeing you here." the voice snapped him out his thoughts and his body somehow spun around on the railings so his back faced the endless water.

george.

clay tilted his head, still frowning. "i mean, we always end up seeing each other for some fucking reason."

the boy planted a foot on the ground, stopping his momentum. he forced a laugh. "yeah, some fucking reason. what you doing here?"

clay shrugged. "nothing. just been outside for a while and i left from the park and i decided to come here. you?"

"was heading over the bridge to meet my friends at a cafe."

the air was still tense between them. their bright tones and smiles forced.

george suddenly asked, awkward and forced, "do--do you wanna come?"

clay raised a brow and george cleared his throat. "i mean... we hate each other and now we're having some really shitty conversations, so might as well ask."

george chewed on his bottom lip as he waited for an answer and clay's gaze immediately darted to his mouth. those plush, full, cherry lips.

but, he said, "sure, why not." he hopped off the fence and rode after george, keeping a well distance between them as they rode. and he couldn't help but let his eyes slide over the boy tentitavely.

his fluffy hair bouncing in the wind, chocolate with a tint of honey. he wore that same yellow and brown striped t-shirt, loose and billowing in the wind. with loose jeans that never made it to his ankles, clay also noticed. he also wore a huge amount of bracelets and chains around his wrists.

he wasn't on this side of the bridge often, only when he was fucking around with nick and punz.

this side of the bridge felt more colorful and alive, contrary to the side clay lived on.

george turned into a busy street and clay followed.

there, a good few feet away, was the cafe that george was most likely talking about. as they neared, clay could make out two boys with skateboards at their feet.

damn, both of their friend groups rode?

one had fluffy hair, like george's just more like milk chocolate, and not as much covering his eyes. he wore a loose sweater with an array of colors and loose white pants. he noticed that the boy had his nose pierced and chains hanging around his neck.

the other wore a navy beanie a top his navy hair, kind of like nick's. he also wore a sweater, but it was navy with a duck sitting on the top left. he wore loose black pants. his ears were pierced and there was three rings on each of his hands.

sighing, clay muttered to himself "this better have been a good idea."