Newfound feelings [Dream x George]

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-George pov-

Of course George noticed the giggling and overly-loud talking coming from the left. He recognized one of the girls immediately. It was the girl from the movie theater, the one that gave Clay her number. Her and another girl were now coming over towards them. Why are they coming here? What the heck do they want from us? George glared at the girls as they practically ran over. They both giggled one last time before speaking. "Heyyyyyy" She smiled at Clay as she talked. Clay stood up and George followed his lead. "Umm, hi." There seemed to be a question in his voice "Do we know you?" That makes sense, he doesn't remember her. "She's the girl from the movie theater, remember?" George mumbled at Clay, and his expression changed from confused to faintly annoyed, as he probably did not wish to be rude to the girls, but George could see that. "Oh right, hi. So umm, what do you girls want?" Clay did not look amused at all. "Yes. We have a couple of questions for you actually. First, why haven't you texted me?" George flashed back to Clay smiling and chucking the paper into the bin. "Oh. Uhh that..." Clay shifted his eyes around, not wanting to make eye contact with girl while he thinks of a good excuse. "I think I accidentally lost the paper." He winced and looked back at the girl, but, surprisingly, the smile on her face didn't falter. "oh okay then, anyways, my second question is, are you single?" She smiled sweetly at the dirty-blonde haired boy. The brunette could see that he was mildly uncomfortable with the question, but he answered anyways. "Uh yeah, why are you asking?" Oh gosh, I'm wondering the same thing Clay. Why the hell does she wanna know? She's practically a stranger! "Because...!" Suddenly, in one swift movement she pulled the tall boy towards her by his waist and made an attempt to kiss him right on his beautiful lips! But before George could see what happened next, he fled the scene.

-Clay pov-

What the-?! Clay was shocked for  a second or two, but before the vile girl's lips could meet his he shoved her backward. Hard. She gasped as she fell. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Clay practically screamed at the girl, who had fallen back onto her friend, so that now they were both sprawled out on the grass. I don't even know her fucking name! Clay's eyes swelled up with tears, he didn't feel bad for the girl, not at all! He felt bad for George. This is no time for crying! I need to go find him! Clay tried to wipe away his tears as he began running in the same direction George ran about a minute ago. He was running as fast as he possibly could, although he didn't know which direction George went. He could have turned anywhere, or just ran straight forward, or even ran to his car. Clay realized that it was pointless to run, so he put his hands on his knees and let the tears drip down his rosy cheeks, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. Where are you George? Where are you? Please come back...

-George pov-

Tears rolled down his cheeks as George ran, further and further from that spot in the park. Finally he sat down by a tree in a far away shadow-y corner of the park, more than far from the rest of civilization. It was a nice secluded space, although George couldn't really appreciate it much at the time. Trying to catch his breath, he tilted his head back and slammed it into the tree, letting the tears roll down from his eyes into his mouth, the salty taste burning his taste-buds. It felt as if he just ran a marathon. He buried his head in his hands, he felt embarrassed. What just happened? Why did I run? After all, it's none of my business about who Clay wants to date and who he doesn't. He probably isn't even gay! George weeped in despair. It would be an absolute dream to date Clay though, at least to me. And apparently that girl too. The little voice in the back of Georges head said. Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! George didn't want to think about her, but then remembered that he didn't want to see what would happen next, and that was the moment he fled. What if he ended up actually kissing that girl? What if she did, he enjoyed it? Georges tears started coming out harder and faster. George sobbed and sobbed, having no track of time as he had left his phone on the checkered blanket. Or at least that is what he thought until he heard a ping come from his back pocket. George clawed at his eyes ferociously, aggressively trying to wipe away his tears. Maybe it's Clay, looking for me. He pulled out his phone and checked who had just texted him. To his disappointment, it was just a notification from an app he had recently installed on his phone. George sighed as he swiped away the notification. "George!" Huh? Clay? So... he is looking for me? George peeked from behind the thick trunk he was sitting by, and he saw Clay walking from the direction that George had just ran from a couple of minutes ago. His body almost hurled itself out from behind the tree, willing to call Clay's name, but he stopped himself just in time. George still felt flustered and embarrassed. I'll just wait it out and book it to my car, and once I get home I'll just text Clay, apologizing for my behaviour. "George! Where are you?!" It broke Georges heart to just ignore him like that, but that's exactly what he did.

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