I hate you . || enemies to lovers ; DNF

Chapter 21

"George..? George.." The boy fluttered his eyes open slowly at the sound of his name being called, confusion brushing over him. "Did you seriously fall asleep..?"

"Huh..?" He groaned, curling even tighter into a ball. " 'M awake now. Who's there?"

"Clay, moron." Clay quipped, a for-sure smirk on his face. George scoffed.

"You must have taken forever to get here then. Not my fault." George shrugged.

"I literally took 5 minutes. How'd you fall asleep so hard in 5 minutes?" Clay said with a scoff, sitting down next to George. The latter rolled on his back, looking up at Clay, who had a relaxed smile on his face at the smaller.

"Watch the snowfall with me 'n Cat." He said sleepily, sitting up so he could get himself under the covers. He crawled under them, looking out the window - Which meant facing away from Clay.

"Uh.. Want me to.. Lay down with you?" He awkwardly asked, to which George hummed in affirmation. Clay lifted the covers and settled next to George on the mound of pillows that the boy had, looking out the window.

"From being from Florida, it's a bit odd that my favorite seasons winter, don't you think?" Clay asked, his voice soft since his head was so close to George's.

"I guess you're just a freak by nature then." George quipped with a small laugh following after from the boy. Clay just scoffed.

"Speak for yourself you dingus." He said, poking George's back. George shivered at the touch, his shoulders tensing slightly before relaxing again.

     "Mmh." Was all George hummed, feeling an arm slowly snake around his waist. Clay slowly pulled his body towards George-- Hesitant.

     "Is.. Is this okay..?" He whispered to the shell of George's ear, sending shivers down the boy's spine. George hummed in affirmation, melting into the touch of his friend.

Together, the two boys watched the snowfall, intertwined with eachother with a small little gray kitty laid between their legs. George almost let a big grin onto his face when he felt Clay's breath so close to him.

It felt so gentle.

The boy behind him was hugging George so loosely, but they felt so close with eachother. George practically melted into Clay's touch, his hand finding its way to Clay's, which was wrapped around his waist, and laid his hand softly atop Clay's.

     "Hey," George hummed quietly, "Didn't you drive here like.. Last night? Why'd you need my address again?"

     "..Shut up." He mumbled behind him. George sighed, letting out a long breath as he felt Clay's head stuff itself into George's hair.

"..'M tired." George says, zoning out on the scene ahead of him-- His neighborhood, coated extremely lightly with barely any snow. The snowfall was heavy enough to make the snow stay.

     "Me too. Clean a bit? Your room looks nice." Clay murmurs, hugging him a bit tighter. George finds it damn endearing.

     "Yeah. Cleaned 'lot." He hums, letting his eyes fall shut. "I had a dream 'bout you once." George blurted, not caring enough to shut it.

     "Oh?" It'd clearly peaked Clay's interest.

     "Yeah. We were datin' 'r somethin'." George mumbled, slowly slipping out of conciousness. Clay hums, urging him to continue. "We.. We were doing.. Doing sumn'.. Don't remember."

     "Thats cute." He could feel Clay chuckle. "You can go to sleep, darling." The name slipped past Clay's lips and directly into George's mind.

     George hummed, letting his drowsiness get the best of him. Relaxing further into the other boys' warm body, he felt himself fall straight asleep.

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     What is one supposed to do with a cute boy sleeping in their arms? Especially waking up that that-- What's Clay supposed to do?

     A giddy smile made way to Clay's sleepy face. It was still snowing, Clay'd like to say it was snowing harder than earlier, and it was late.

     He'd woken up to a buzzing, a notification-- Or a call. Maybe his mom was calling him? Clay reached into his pocket-- Of course. She didn't even text him to come home, god knows she doesn't care.

     It was George's phone, most likely. He wasn't about to snoop, so he just sighed, closing his eyes again. God. God did he like this, did he like George.

     "Hey." He said quietly, directly behind the boy's ear. The smaller didn't falter, just laid snoozing away. "Hey." He said, slightly louder-- Not anything that'd burst his eardrums loud, barely above a whisper.

"Mmh.. What..?" George groaned, burrowing his face deeper into his pillow, probably trying to go back to bed. Clay chuckled lightly at that, bringing his hand that laid around his waist up and brushing George's bangs up and out of his face.

     "Baby," He cooed, the name slipping out of his mouth with ease, fairly no regrets. "Someone called you."

     "Okay. Don't care. Bed time, idiot." George mumbled, turning to look at Clay. His eyes were barely open and the two boys' faces were barely inches apart-- Clay could barely feel his breath fanning on his lips.

     Clay's mouth split into a goofy grin, shaking his head at the smaller. George stuck his tongue out in a sassy like manner, to which Clay reached out and touched. George retracted with a sour face.

     Silence followed their small banter, tension rising with every second that they stayed quiet. Clay followed George's wandering eyes.

     George's eyes roamed. He looked as if he were examining the taller boy, looking down at his lips. Clay mirrored him, his eyes flickering down to George's lips too.

     "George." Clay barely whispered, George's eyes didn't move from their spot. Their faces only got closer. "What are we doing?"

     "I should be asking you that." George whispered back, their faces should be touching right now, but instead, their lips hover over eachother.

     "Is this.. Should we be doing this right now..?" Clay asked, he didn't seem to really care for the answer though.

     "You tell me." Was all George said. Silence followed that statement, Clays hand found a spot on a small expanse of George's bare waist from his shirt riding up slowly.

     "..Can I.." Clay's breath hitched when George's hand found Clay's hand on his waist. "Kiss you?"

     "I'm not stopping you." George breathed, without hesitation, Clay dove in to take a kiss from George, long and sweet.

     Clay had never been the one to watch a romantic movie and expect every kiss he has to be like those dumb firework scenes, but man if there were fireworks going on right now, it'd fit the feeling Clay has in his stomach right now.

     The kiss was perfect, long, slow lazy mouths working against eachother in an intimate matter. The snowfall outside, reminding the very reason he came to George's house.

     Eventually, Clay stopped kissing when George did, pulling back and looking at the boy. Of course, Clay scoffed endearingly, This nut fell asleep. He placed a soft kiss on George's lips before pulling him into his chest and calling it a night.

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A/N:
i won the tourny now i get to go home hashtag woot woot?!?!
i wonder how this chapter could go downhill?!
lots of fluff?!?!
lots of plot?!?!
of course this can just only go uphill...

sorry its short, but it wasnt meant to be long haha,
gn love yall!!