"GEORGE!"
"CLAY!"
Both men came running towards each other, arms out ready for a hug.
Look up.
Clay stopped and looked up. George jumped onto Clay, only giving the blonde a few seconds to catch him.
"WE ONLY MET YESTERDAY, CHILL!"
Clay laughed and slipped George out of his hands.
"Can we go to the SG?" (Secret garden)
George looks up at Clay.
"OF COURSE! LETS GO!"
-
George picks a rose from the ground.
"For you,"
He giggles and sits beside Clay on the bench. George gasps at the idea that spring in his head.
"Can I take you back to my apartment?!"
Clay beams at George in return.
"OF COURSE!"
-
George and Clay walk across the pavement, laughing and chatting on the way to George's apartment.
"We are here!"
They both run inside and click the button to the elevator.
"Number 3,"
George grabs Clays hand and presses the button for him. Both of them blush.
"My lucky number!"
Clay laughs. The elevator door slides open and there was George's door. The rooms were almost all empty. One small kitchen with a counter, one room with a bed and the rest were empty. It looked old and rusty, abandoned and mistreated. Clay didn't care, all he cared about is that George was happy.
-
"NO WAIT THATS UNFAIR-"
George giggles as Clay taps him and says a small 'tag!'. Clay dashes off around the apartment and hides.
"I'm going to find youuuu,"
George manipulates.
"BOO, FOUND YOU!"
George spooks clay making him jump.
"TAG!"
George runs off as far as the eye can see.
"Oh georgeeee,"
Clay speaks in a low voice. He heard a small squeak from behind the bed.
"FOUND YA!"
-
The day passed fast and it was time for Clay to head back.
"Miss you already!"
George calls as Clay waves goodbye.
"Miss you more!"
Clay starts to jog home.
-
Clay leaps onto his bed and sighs. All he could think about was George. His hair. His lips. His voice. His looks. His eyes. Everything about I'm was perfect.
Look up.
The voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. George?
Clay sat up and looked up. Nothing was there. He sighs and slowly lays back down into his back. He mindlessly scrolled through Twitter and Instagram.
"What is the time?"
He speaks to himself.
"11:47?!"
He replies to his own voice. He changed into his pjs slides himself in between the mattress and duvet. His eyes flicker shut, and his vision is now a black screen.
-
The sun rose and glinted through the blinds. Clay rubbed his eyes and and sat up to stretch. He swiped his phone from the bedside, no notifications. He hopped out of bed and pulled on the same hoodie and some trousers. Time to meet George and the secret garden. He trotted down the stairs and ripped a banana off the bunch. He strides out the door and headed in the direction of the nature wonderland.
-
There he was. The same, familiar male on the bench. Clay smiled, spreading it across to George.
"Heyyy pretty boy!"
He calls to the brunette.
"Good morning!"
He replies.
"Look up!"
George calls. Clays heart skips a beat. Look up. That was the voice. Clays head slowly increases and above him was a flock of geese in the shape of a V. It was astonishing.
"Woah!"
Clay came sliding beside George on the bench.
The 2 men met up everyday. They always say on this same bench and went back to George's same apartment. All George would ever say was look up. He was the voice. The voice in clays head. Was it meant to be...
Authors words:
I ADORE THIS STORY STOP-
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