1 am || dreamnotfound

twelve

"are you scared of thunder?" he teased.

clay scowled. "fuck off."

"so that's a yes."

"yes! i hate storms! so now fuck off."

george laughed quietly, but it still reached clay. the blond scowled deeper, ignoring the brunet that kept glancing his way. ignoring how he could feel the glares given towards him.

clay heard the boy pull out his phone and clay did the same, noticing how the time said '3:27am'. still pretty early. they wouldn't have sunrise until another two to three hours or so.

so, they may be stuck here for the long.

unless the fog clears up or the storm decides to stop.

"seriously?" george groaned. "there's no fucking phone reception."

clay looked over. "so that means that i was wrong. how fucking great."

"how fucking great," george mocked and then mumbled something incoherent under his breath.

"fuck off," clay muttered, eyes returning to the window that he could barely see out of because of all the water running down.

after a few hours, the sun had begun to rise and the fog had began to clear. clay perked up at the sight of it, standing up quickly and catching george's attention.

"what?" george asked.

"look! we can finally see! we can get back," clay said.

george perked up as well. "then let's go, i want to get the fuck outta hear."

clay hummed, "if we can find our way back easily, i might come back here every now and then."

george hurried after him and hopped onto his own skateboard before answering. "same."

it was silent as clay scanned his phone for any reception. they headed on in an endless direction. since it was now morning, clay could make out the... nothingness.

literally. it was absolutely nothing. pavement went on for miles upon miles, but that was it.

clay's eyes suddenly widened. "i got reception!"

hurriedly, he went onto maps and found the way back to his home.

thirty fucking minutes.

"oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered, catching george's attention again.

the brunet sped up his pace to ride alongside clay, glancing curiously at the blond with furrowed eyebrows. "what? what is it?"

clay ran a hand through his hair, ignoring how his fingers pulled at the tangled locks. "my home is thirty fucking minutes away from wherever the fuck we are."

george pulled out his phone and hopped onto what clay guessed what was the maps app. when clay looked away for a second, there was a loud groan coming from george, and when clay looked back, the boy looked annoyed.

"what?" he asked.

"my home is fifty fucking minutes away!" george dragged out the last word, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

clay hummed and stayed quiet for a moment, thoughtfully tilted his head. finally, he said, "you can stay at my house for a bit?"

george laughed, "that sounded questionable."

clay shot him a glare. "because i fucking hate myself for saying that. but, seriously, if you want to, you can stay at my house for a little."

"really? you still don't sound sure."

"yes! goddamnit, you're making me seem so pathetic."

"good."

"fuck you."

"fuck you too."

"so...?"

"you sound so desperate," george huffed another laugh. "but, yes, i'll stay at your house for a bit."

gritting his teeth at the look on george's face, clay kicked the ground harder, urging his skateboard to go down faster on the smooth pavement. george rode beside him at the same pace, hands slid into pockets and chin tilted upwards, revealing that sharp jawline.

clay snapped his gaze away and cursed himself under his breath, casting one more look at george before focusing on getting back to his house.