Put Me In A Movie || DreamNotFound

last day

Today was Clays last day in Florida and he was going to embrace every last bit of it; seeing as he didn't even know when he would be back.

He might be back the next day or even in 1 years time.

Clay was very ready and for some reason he was excited too. The blond man kept on telling himself that this was a serious situation and he wasn't going to the UK for a play date. But no matter what, he could push the feeling of happiness away.

Throughout the day Clay would get random feelings of worry and nervousness but he didn't understand why. It was his best-friend. They had known each other for yearsss. So what makes it any different now?

No one knew that they were going to meet up. Not even Sapnap.
Partially because he hasn't talked to any of his friends for ages and also he didn't want word to spread that 'Dream and George were having an epic meet-up'. This was a serious situation.
He was just there to keep his friend company and find out what happened.
His friend.
His friend.
Just friends.
...
right?

~time skip~

Clay had been wanting to go to the UK for a long time now. He thought it would be amazing if he could live next to his best-friend. It would come in very hand; especially for streams. More than half of his friends already lived in the UK.
Including Nick.

There were many schools ans many apartments that Clay had looked at. And he has been considering permanently moving to the UK. But for some reason he didn't.
He thought it was some sort of a 'phase' and in a few weeks or month, he would give a shit about the UK anymore.

But then part of him new that a huge reason he wanted to move to the UK was to be closer to George.
To be closer in so many more ways than one.

But that wasn't happening anytime soon.

But that was okay because Clay didn't like George in that way.
His love for George was 'platonic' as some would say.
Nothing more and nothing less.

But there was no harm in daydreaming about your best-friend...wishing you were in the hands of your best-friend...or even kissing your bes-. WAIT. HOLD ON A MINUTE.

Let's not go that far.

Clay constantly had thought about George. Nonstop. It was a bit obsessive to be very honest. But again, it was 'platonic'.

~time skip~

It was 7:30pm. But Clay had to hit the hay (that rhyme tho) early because his flight was at 9:00am and he was 3 hours away from the airport.
Not to mention the fact that he had to go through security and probably some breakfast as well.
Clay had a flashback to when he was a kid and his parents would always make him and his sister get up hours before their flight was leaving. It was annoying as fuck.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he laid back first, onto his bed.
According to the UK weather man, there was a lot of rain. And that was a good thing for Clay.
Anything but the sun. Anything.
Most people say that he is lucky to be in such a sunny place and not in a place that rains every other day. But Clay thought the exact opposite.
In fact he was willing to swap with anyone. Anyone at all. As long as they weren't under the influence of a hot climate.
And to be very honest, Clay loved the rain. It cleared his mind. It let him think. And it made him feel good about himself.
As soon and the tiny droplets of water brushed his skin, all his worries would disappear. Every thing would be wiped away, it would vanish. The rain cleansed him. It cleanses him deeply.
It cleanses him in a way water can't.

Everyone needs a bit of rain in their life.

Clay looked down to see Patches, his cat, softly scratching his leg and purring.
He immediately picked her up and placed her on his chest.
She was so cute.
Needy. But still cute.

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help. i just finished making/braiding my hair. it hurts so bad. i started at 7pm and ended around 2:30am. i can't do this anymoreeee. but i had to update ;) sorry if there are any mistakes. i didn't have time to re-read (i will re-read later) my head just hurts so bad and it's late so i'm going to sleep.

this is like a whole ass diary entry omg.