I didn't know

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George POV
Shopping went good even though I still felt kinda weird about Clay paying for me.
He also bought me some clothes my size today so I'd actually have some proper ones. He refused to let me back to my house and get mine.

He told me his parents were both going to wear something in dark purple and so he thought about us wearing something in different colors each but still somehow matching.

Well Clay ended up buying black dress pants a forest green satin shirt and a black blazer which he was going to wear over his shoulders. He picked that one though because there was a matching dark blue satin shirt and the same blazer+ pants in my size. Basically we wore the same thing just in different colors.
I was going to put the blazer on though since I didn't want Clays parents to see my scars at the very first time seeing me. Clay said that they wouldn't care but I still didn't want to not wear it .

After we went shopping we drove back to bis place. He told me his parents weren't home yet since they had to do something at their company or something and that they would come to the restaurant and we would meet there. So we had plenty of time and the house for ourselves. I went into the guest bathroom and Clay into his to take a shower. After I was finished I put on my clothes, fixed my hair, put on some of Clays cologne and made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

To be honest it felt weird being here again. I thought I would never sit in this kitchen ever again. And something about me doing so made me smile and feel happy that I do have the chance of sitting here again.

After a while I got thirsty and went to the cabinet to get me a glass of water.
I was about to drink it when I heard someone walk into the kitchen. When I turned around Clay stood directly in front of me, looking down at me. We held eye contact and I don't know if I imagined it but I thought I saw Clay leaning down a bit more.
I blushed under his gaze.
Just as I did so, he lifted his head up again. He smirked and turned away. 'You look good George. Come on. Drink up and meet me at the car we've got to go' he said and left me standing there.
Was he about to kiss me?
Would I've kissed him back?
Something about the thought that I think I would have kissed him back made me feel flustered.
Did I like Clay?

I decided not to think about it and make my way to the car. I realized I didn't even drink anything and that I was still thirsty as I was about to open the door but decided against walking back to the kitchen. We were going to drink something at the restaurant anyways.

I opened the front door, got out and locked it. The moment the front door fell shut Clay looked up from his phone and watched me all the way until I got into the car.

As I sat down in the passenger seat he was still looking at me.
'What?' I asked him. 'Nothing you just look pretty that's all' he said and started the car. I found myself blushing- again- but mumbled a small "thank you, you do to" and turned away from him to look out of the window. I mean, yes he made me blush but that doesn't mean he gets to see me blushing because of him.

I was about to look back at him again when I felt his hand finding it's way to my thigh again. Seriously? Now I blushed even more and tried to ignore is stupid grin.
He knows damn well what he's doing.

About 15 minutes later we arrived at the restaurant. I was, once again pretty disappointed about his hand leaving my thigh but didn't think much of it. We got inside and by the looks of the inside I could already tell how expensive this place is.

The waitress led us to our table where Clays parents were already sat, having a conversation. I noticed how Clay looked a lot like his dad. Both of them blonde wavy hair and the same maskuline features. I also noticed how both of them had the exact same eyes than Clay. No wonder he has Green eyes. The moment they saw us approaching they smiled at us. Clays mom looked surprised for some reason.
She wore a dark purple satin dress and Clays dad wore black dress pants, a dark purple satin shirt and a black blazer.

I smiled to myself how Clay picked us to wear the same style of clothes than his parents are wearing. We sat down at the table as his mom spoke up. 'Hello, you must be George. I'm Callie, Clays mom and this is Chris, Clays dad. It's nice to meet you' she said as she shook my hand followed by Clays dad doing the same. 'Hello it's nice to meet you too' I said and smiled at them.

We talked for a little, you know, getting to know each other when the waitress approached our table asking for our drinks. 'Thank good I'm so thirsty' I said quietly thinking no one has heard me. I ordered a glass of water and wanted to continue talking to his parents again when Clay suddenly leaned towards me. 'Thirsty? I thought you drank something at home' he said looked at me and smirked while I blushed at his words.

I went back to the conversation with Clays parents. The dinner went by normally. We ordered our food, talked, ate and talked. It was a very fun dinner and Clay was right. His parents truly were really kind people. Of course Clay had to do his part and throughout the whole dinner he had his hand on my thigh at any chance he had. He seemed to enjoy it.

Clay POV
Midway though our conversation George excused himself to the bathroom. The moment he left the table my mom suddenly spoke up. 'You didn't tell us he was that gorgeous. Like actually where did you find him and how come we never knew of him before?' my mother said supersized and shocked at the same time. 'Yeah I know he is. We weren't friends until a few weeks ago. But yes. I always noticed how beautiful he is.' I said and smiled. 'You like him?' my father asked and grinned slightly.

Both of my parents knew that I was bisexual. They didn't care. My happiness was on number one. No matter what my sexuality was. 'I don't exactly know yet. I think so? I guess? I don't know. I won't ask him out yet or something. I don't want to rush anything after, you know, what happened' my mother smiled. 'I am so proud to have raised such a respectful son Clay. No matter what always know that we always accept you okay?' My father said. His words made me smile. 'Thank you. I love you'
'We love you too Clay'

The same question ran through my head again.
Would she be proud of me still if she knew that I was bullying him before we got friends?

The evening went on very good. Throughout our conversation my parents told me how they had to fly to California for a few weeks again for some business things or whatever and that they were going to leave tomorrow morning.

After a few more minutes my parents paid and we said our goodbyes since I wanted to take George somewhere before going home and by the time we would arrive at home my parents were going to be asleep already. I think George thanked my parents a hundred times for the dinner and for letting him stay at our house before I finally took him by his wrist and led him to my car, waving to my parents one more time.

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