Treehouse (dreamnotfound)

Endings are just the beginnings of something new

a/n:. I cried while writing this. Like sobbed violently. I didn't realize how much of an attachment I had to this story.

"What in the world are we?"

George has thought about a lot of things in his life, and more often than not, he knew the answer. That ability was what carried him through school.

But at this moment? He was stumped.

He knew they liked each other, but putting a label on it was difficult.

"That's a good question....I honestly don't know." Clay replied.
"Well looks like we're both clueless then.."

Labels are difficult.

"What do you think we are?" Clay asks.
"I asked you first" George chuckles, "But, i'm unsure, but I do know we're not friends anymore...that part was blatantly obvious. The woman who passed us earlier thought we were dating, so we obviously look like a couple. But.....it all boils down to what we want doesn't it?"
"Why is this so difficult?"

"Well Clay, what do you want?" George asks.

Want?

It was a difficult question.
Clay has wanted plenty of things, but it seems no one ever actually listens to him. He wanted to stay in the uk, didn't want that's girl to kiss him at a new years party. The only thing he's ever wanted that got answered to was seeing George again.

But what did he want now?

Noting was sure his in his head regarding this. Most things were just clouded together of what he wanted. As if you were standing in a museum trying to decide what was going on in an abstract painting.

His thoughts went from simply holding hands, to kissing, then sometimes to....well....

Anyways! Anything he wanted or knew gave him the honest signs of what he wanted, no second thought needed, and now all he had to do was get the confidence to just say it to George.

"You're asking me what I want like it isn't obvious."
"What do you mean...?" The brunette boy asks.

Quickly Clay brings George into a close embrace, their foreheads almost bumping into each other in the process.

"What the hell are you-" George's questions are cut off by the ashen haired boy whispering into his ear, quiet and slow.

"You."

George looked up at him in complete shock of what he just said, but contrasting to the confidence Clay just held, a blush took over his face in less than a second and the shock was plastered on his face.

"For someone that just said they wanted me you sure do look flustered as hell." George chuckled locking eyes with him.
Quickly brushing it off Clay asked, "So what about you?"
"Well, I guess if we're being up close and confident here I can say I want you too."

At this point, they moved away from the busy sidewalk we were waking on and moved over to the side of a building.

"So, does that mean...." Clay starts but is cut short by George, "If you're okay with it, I would love to have you as my boyfriend."

The next few moments were filled by the ashen haired boy once again pulling George closer to him, but this time not hesitating to connect their lips. It wasn't rushed or desperate like the time at Sapnap's, it was slow and intimate. as if they had all the time in the world.