1 am || dreamnotfound

thirty - three

somehow, george had gotten out from under him and he woke up to being underneath a blanket, head on a plush pillow. and george wasn't in the room.

the smell of just something good caught his attention, though.

curious, he dragged himself out of bed and as quietly as possible, made his way downstairs. when he stepped off the last step, his brows lifted as he saw george, topless and with only low hanging sweats, in front of the stove.

and now, it started to suspiciously smell of bacon and pancakes 

he stepped up behind the boy and buried his nose into george's shoulder, wrapping his arms around a slim waist.

george jumped slightly before laughing. "hi! did you just wake up?"

clay hummed, barely making a noise that sounded like a "yes".

another laugh. "well you still sound tired. go and sit, i made us some breakfast."

clay let go reluctantly, sitting on the stool of the island and leaning forward on his elbows, chin resting on is hands. "you didn't have to, hun."

george slid a plate at him as he placed another down was a huge stack of pancakes and another with bacon. "i know, but i was hungry and i'm sure you are too, so eat."

clay gladly stacked a few pancakes on his plate along with bacon and pouring syrup all over it, earning once again another laugh from the boy sitting next to him.

once they had finished, they put their plates in the sink and went upstairs to brush his teeth—clay using one of george's spares.

george had put on other shirt and dragged clay outside so they could ride around.

clay hopped onto his skateboard and raced down the street. he was aware it was towards his house, but it was a downhill and the two were going extremely fast.

george was right behind him when clay glanced back. which was a bad idea because his skateboard swerved and his heart did in fact drop.

george laughed and pushed against the ground again, speeding up so he was slightly in his front clay.

clay frowned and as he made his way to get in front of george, his skateboard caught on a huge rock and he jerked forward. 

some-fucking-how, he managed to stay on his feet, but once he steadied himself, george was way ahead, laughing his ass off.

clay huffed and jumped back onto his skateboard, pushing against the ground quickly to pick up speed.

his house came into view after a few minutes and george was already there, smirking as he leaned against clay's house.

the blond stopped in front of him, hopping off and letting the skateboard roll to a stop in the grass. "shut the fuck up, how was i supposed to know that there was a rock in front of me?"

george giggled, going up on his toes to peck clay's lips. "i mean, you weren't supposed to. but it was fucking hilarious."

before clay could say another, the front door slammed open and shut, revealing his parents who were frantic and wide-eyed.

clay frowned, stepping up in front of them as george also frowned, suddenly seeming concerned. "wha—"

his dad interrupted him. "there's no fucking time, get in the car—i—george—you can come too, clay's going go need it."

clay's heart dropped. "what's wrong?"

"your sister was hit."