why him || dreamnotfound

Chapter Two

[alcohol warning]

The week was unbelievably long. George could tell Floris really liked Clay, who wouldn't? George found his jealousy growing every time he caught him and Clay were giggling at the table.

He envied Floris to say the least.As for Clay, every time he tried to talk to George, Floris would show up and he didn't want to be rude, so he talked to him. Clay was oblivious of Georges feelings towards him, though he thought there might've still been a chance.

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George was laying in bed on a friday afternoon at 8pm. Just laying there. Overthinking. What if Clay started catching feeling for Floris. I mean Clay does show a lot on interest in him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts once his phone went off.

Alex

Hey, any plans for tonight?

No why?

great. party at my house? my parents are out for the weekend.

I don't know.

Come on! It'll be fun!!

Fine.

LETS GO

be at my house by 9pm!

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Of course, another party. He had no idea if Clay was even going to be there. Either way, he got ready. He decided to wear ripped cuffed jeans with a grey tee and his black converse. Casual, but nice.

Once he was ready, he opened his window to which he put a stick to leave it slightly open so it didn't close and lock. He then jumped on the garage roof quietly, then slowly walked over to the closest fence and climbed down on it, if it weren't for the garbage bins to jump onto and onto the ground, then he probably would've broken a leg before even making it to the party. (does that make sense? idk mixed feelings about this)

His parents were asleep, although if he left through the front door he would most defiantly get caught and he really didn't want to deal with his parents yelling at him.

Alex's house isn't that far away from his, so it was like a 7 minute walk. Every further step he took towards the house, the music only got louder. How hasn't there been any noise complaints yet?

He assumed the door would be opened like usual, so he decided to test his luck and opened it. He walked in and it was crowded with people drinking, making out, playing party games, all that usual party stuff.

Though his eyes drew to the crowd of people dancing, a few people in particular that seemed to recognise him.

"George! Over here!" Alex called out, George surprisingly- but barely heard him through the music ripping apart his ear drums.

They both walked closer to each other and decided to go get drinks in the Kitchen. George, being George wanted to get rid of all the stress from this week, so he grabbed a cup and bottles of alcohol without even looking at the labels, pouring them in and mixing it.

Before he could even take a sip, something caught his attention. More rather- someone caught his attention. There he was, looking flawless as always walked in none other then Clay.

George's eyes widened when he saw the man that stood in front of him, he assumed he had just arrived. He was wearing an oversized band tee with ripped jeans and a chain necklace that hung around his neck.