Best friends To Lovers Through Drama?..... -a Sapnotfound Story-

3.we're gonna be great friends :)

I put that photo due to the fact it says 1970 :')
But enjoy! :]
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George pov:
I was sitting on my bed when I suddenly got a call from an unknown number,
I hesitantly picked up my phone staring at the screen for a few seconds before answering and lifting it up to my ear.

"Hello?.." I say confused and concerned
"Hello, it's me clay" a husky voice on the other line said.

"Oh hey, I forgot you got my number" I giggled lightly.

"I could have guessed" he responds

"Why did you want my number by the way?" I ask letting the curiosity get the best of me

"You seem like a nice guy, and I liked your music. That's what we have in common, we both like music."
I could feel his smile.

"Your singing was really good by the way George" he says.

"Thank you Clay." I respond.
"But hey, would you want to hang out sometime??" He asks making me blush lightly.
"S-sure..." I answer, internally face palming at how stupid I sound for stuttering.

"Tomorrow? My place at around 3? Is that okay?" I lightly laugh at how strange that sounded
"Yeah sure" I respond

"I can tell we're going to be good friends Georgie.."
The way the word Georgie perfectly left his mouth leaving me stumbling over my words.
"Georgie?!.. d-dont call me that.."

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I layed there in bed continuously tossing and turning at the thought of clay..
Was saying yes really the smartest idea?.

I sighed in defeat.
I cant just ditch him now...
He is pretty cute, and nice though..

The next day: :)
Warning!: George starts thinking bad about himself and his body! So if you are uncomfortable with this part then don't force yourself to read! <3 if so skip to the next chapter for him and clay to have their "date"

I slowly lifted myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
I stopped myself in front on the mirror slowly looking myself up and down.

I look so fat...

Lose some weight...

This is why you're single George!..

I slowly start turning on the shower not too hot or not too cold.

I took one more look at myself in the mirror before slowly removing each piece of clothing and dropping it into a pile.

I hop in the shower, standing right under the water, letting it peacefully stream through my wet dark brown hair then to my face and body. Enjoying the feeling of the water and the slightly warm breeze hitting my back from the small window.

Enjoying the feeling to much not realising I had been half an hour
I quickly wash my hair and body before getting out and heading back into my room.

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I grab a black pair of ripped black jeans, and an Xlarge black t-shirt

Slowly placing each piece of clothing on. I shove on some white converse before grabbing my phone from my bedside table.

3 messages?..

I open the messages that read:

Clay: hey George. I forgot to tell you my address.

Clay:it's ****************

Clay: remember , at 3 :) cya there Georgie.

Me:thanks!...
And don't call me Georgie.

Clay:aww, why not Gogy.

Read.

Such an idiot.i thought as I placed my phone down