No one cares || Dnf

45. skirt

George POV

"Let's see if it fits you", Clay said excited while reaching me the skirt.
"No. I won't wear that", I shook my head in protest.
"Georgie", Clay said in a flirty voice while coming closer.
Before I could run away, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. He stood me close and held my skirt over my pants.
"C'mon, put it on", he begged.
"I hate you..."

I took the skirt aggressively and went behind the corner to take off my pants. Clay was waiting patiently on the couch when I walked into the living room in the black skirt. Clay sat up and stared at me with his mouth open and eyes totally ravished. I looked at him annoyed while walking towards him.
"George, that is-", he said under his breath, "that looks so damn good..."
"Okay, can I take it off then?"
"No, wait", he pulled out his phone.
"NO, NO, you won't take a picture from that!", I yelled while I ran behind a corner.

"Come on, it's for Nick, I wanna show him."
"No!"
"Oh George~", I heard him coming closer to me. I slowly looked around the corner and saw him standing right in front of me with a smirk.
"Come on, it's one picture. Only for Nick."
"Gosh, why did I ever agree to this shit...", I said annoyed and came out from around the corner. I stood up and Clay shot a picture with a broad smile. When he did that, I wanted to change back to my pants again, but then I passed a mirror and looked at myself. Well, I had to say...I really didn't look bad in it.

So then I changed back and went to the living room again where Clay was still standing and typing on his phone with the same smile as earlier.
"Hey", I said. He put his phone in his pocket and looked up to me.
"Hey, baby", he smirked while coming closer.
"And, what did he say?", I rolled my eyes.
"He can't wait to see you in that tomorrow."
Ouh shit, right...I'd have to wear it to school tomorrow. That was a ticket straight down to hell.
"You know, it's like you really want me to get bullied. Imagine what those guys Will and so will say", I groaned.

"Well, if they make fun of you, firstly, they have no taste at all and secondly, I'll just polish their face again", Clay said. He was now very close to me and cupped my face.
"You are so damn sexy", he licked his lips.
I dropped my head against his chest and put my arms around him. Without saying anything, Clay just stroked my head before giving it a quick kiss.

"You wanna cuddle?", he knelt down, ready to lift me up.
"Uhm, no. I wanted to learn today", I said.
"Oh, well, I can learn with you", he stood up and smiled at me.
"OKAY, you can do that if you want. I would do math first."
"Alright."

He suggested we do it downstairs here, so I got everything I needed and we sat on the couch.
It was very useful to have him here because he could easily explain to me everything I didn't understand. It was almost like tutoring.
"Hey, you wanna get ice cream when we're finished here?", Clay eventually suggested after about an hour.
"Ice cream? In fall? Where?", I looked at him.
"I know an ice cream shop that doesn't close until the end of October", he said.
"Oh, really? Well, yeah, I'd love to."

We went on with another subject for a quarter of an hour and when I had enough for today, I took the stuff away again.
"Put on something warm, it has become freezing outside", Clay said when he took the car keys.
I was still wearing Clays Hoodie that already was pretty warm, so I just pulled a jacket over it. We left the house and got into the car. It was already fresh, but with what I was wearing it was fine.

"Hey, I'd have a question", Clay eventually said on our way.
"Yeah, ask."
"So,...", he began, "I've been thinking for a long time whether I should ask you that. And if you don't want to answer it, then of course you don't have to. So ... oh, I don't know how to ask that..."
"Just ask", I giggled.
"Did...or do you have depression?"
"How did you get to that thought?", I asked expressionless. Actually, I didn't want to let him know that.
"That means you don't want to say, sorry, I'll just-" I cut him off.
"No, you- I think you can know..."

There was brief silence in the car.
"Yes", I eventually said, "Yes, I had depression. But not anymore because of you" I gave him a weak smile.
"But you also had the depression because of me?"
"No, it already started before you", I said.
"Can I do...anything for you? Can I-", I cut him off again.
"Clay, I told you it's over and that's thanks to you. You don't have to do anything at all. It's perfect the way it is now. Could not be better", I said while I played with the sleeves of the hoodie.

"You know you can always come to me and tell me about your problems. I want you to feel good and comfortable."
"I know, I love you Clay", I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed it a little.
"Ouh look, we are there", he then said.
He stopped the car at a small shop with several chairs and tables in front of it in the open air. 2 people sat on one, but otherwise it was empty. Who would want to have an ice cream on a cold autumn day?

"What flavor?", Clay asked when we got out of the car.
"A mint and a hazelnut", I said when I looked at the selection on the board.
We waited for the guy who sells the ice cream and told him what we wanted. Clay chose mango and mint. We sat down at one of the tables and began to eat. A fresh breeze came in and I began to shiver slightly. I slid closer to Clay and snuggled up on him. He put his arm around me and put his head on mine while we continued to eat our ice cream.

"Aww, are you a couple?", a woman said who was sitting on another table beside us.
"Yes", Clay smiled at her, sounding proud.
"You are so cute. I love gay couples", she smiled bright, what made me giggle a bit.
When we finished the ice cream, we went back into the care and drove home where we spent the rest of the evening cuddling in Clay's bed until we both fell asleep.

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