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Break for Angtsy Scenes! Btw Ima inserts -blue_kitten- here, he's been supporting me for more. Hear it, this one for you!
—21—
"George wake up!"
George was interrupted by the continuous rattle on the bed. He tried to open his eyes but his lids are forcing them to close over. Headaches start to shake in his head from his eyes. Such a day.
"What is it?" George asked, grunting.
"Haven't you know it, it's the festival," the blonde boy said, excited.
George yawned and cuddles his pillow, he shrugged the blanket off his feet, as he feel the cold running in his body deep.
"Wait," George answered, then yawned.
"Don't be like that," Clay gave up. He sat on the bed only watching the brown curtains blowing up by the sunrise wind.
Clay looked at George's innocent face while he sleeps. As his messy bed hair could splatter or stand on his face, he could still resist that in any point of view—this man is damn cute.
Clay snatched a quick kiss on George's forehead, which snatched the sleeping boy's attention.
"What was that for?" George asked annoyed, as he looked at the boy that kissed him.
"Good morning my love," Clay smiled, then George would try his best to look annoyed with his messy hair all down.
"What's that kiss for?"
"Well, your not the only one that allowed to do that "kiss on my forehead" thing," Clay continued, then he approached the window and opened the curtains.
The gleam of sunshine streaming on the window would be the first sunshine he met that day. George sat at the bed with the blanket on his lap. He was awoken at that time. And Dream had heard what he promised.
🎨🎨🎨
"Come on George, let's go!" The painter was so excited that he ran from the bedroom to the porch.
George was tying his lace that time, and he was wearing the shoes he wore on his first day here. He looked at his excited boyfriend that can't hold his horses all because of this festival. They didn't even have breakfast yet.
He walked outside the room and grab the keys behind the telephone, then he go to the porch to follow Dream. "We have so many places to visit George,"
George locked the front door and pocketed the key. "Well then let's go, the festival is waiting for us,"
On the moment he looked behind him, what he sees gasped him. There are so many visitors.
Visitors. Like natives or some from other parts of Italy, and some in part of the world. Different faces, different smiles. Clay was right, this festival was epic.
"Wow Clay, I can't believe there are so many visitors in this festival," George gaped at every person that wears smiled and talks to their mate.
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Fanfiction---------------------- "Do you believe in superstitions?" That question made George think a bit. "Why?" "It's just," Clay sighed in annoyance. "Forget it," "Say it Dream," George encouraged. "They say that if a painter dies, God let them paint the s...
