bottom george (like always)
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The sky grew dark and cloudy as the beginnings of a storm took place. It was sprinkling lightly,wind caressing the leaves softly, although that wouldn't last. Nearing the evening it seemed.
George shoved his hoodie over his head, pulling the hood on as he felt the rain dancing on his skin. Drat this. I just wanted to get more cereal. He wished he had taken up the offer of driving lessons when he was sixteen. The brunette desperately needed to get a driving license, especially because he could afford a car now.
He could afford a car. A smile grew on his face, brightening the dull day. He thought of his job he had grown so fond of, even if at the beginning he wasn't sure about it. George remembered that dumb channel he used to post on, he couldn't even remember the name of it now. He had run it when he was around thirteen or so, simply screwing around on Minecraft.
Moving on from that, one day he just stopped. He had some jobs here and there, just enough to pay rent and live in decent condition. Then... George's walking slowed a bit as he recalled a past moment. Then, one night when I was crying in frustration to my best friend, bitching about how bad things had been, the godsend said "Why don't you try YouTube with me?"
His best friend. The smile that had faded slightly from the man's face returned, full force. His best friend he could always go to, his best friend who turned his whole life around. Who would do anything to make George happy. Who cared for George more than his own parents did.
Dream.
No, not Dream. Though, he was dreamy.
...Clay.
George's best friend Clay. The same Clay that was coming tomorrow. He remembered the whole reason he had went out in this weather, to get cereal. Clay's favorite cereal.
He had been so excited for this. Excited about seeing his friend's face? No... He had seen it already, although only the two of them knew of that. Clay was a different kind of best friend than Sapnap or Bad was.
George sped up his pace a bit as a blush grew on his face. He remembered that stupid donation. One time on his stream he had been a bit.. overboard on the whole talking about Dream thing. No one except him was there, no Sapnap telling him to shut up about it, no distractions basically.
Clay and George had been calling so much more than before, always talking about the other when they weren't around. No one really knew why, accepting it as closer friendship. Of course George still said he was straight, as did Clay.
George, you're more of a Dream stan than half of us.
He had just laughed about it, brushing it off. He had stopped talking about Dream though, something the chat noticed. But that was just the past, the man reminded himself. Now is now.
His best friend, Clay, who built up his life back up again, and the person he would have in his new house tomorrow. That house. The special house they had chosen together, without telling anyone. The house they planned to never tell anyone about. The very house George had already moved into completely and was walking back to right now.
A nice house with no neighbors close. A white house, with a spacious backyard that a dog could run around on. Room for a play set, one that children could play on. George's eyes grew soft, the thought making his heart do a cartwheel.
