TREES \\ Dreamnotfound.

six.

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Clay woke up, the warmth still surrounded him but it was weaker now. His eyes felt weak and tired but he was refreshed after the warm and comforting sleep. The voices from the familiar cartoon still loomed in the air and the smell of strawberry stuck. Clay groaned, his body shifting so his face smooshed into a soft pillow.

"Well goodmorning." George's voice filled the room, a soft giggle admitting from him after.

"Morning." Clay mumbled, wrapping his arms around the pillow, pulling it closer to his person. His head filled with memories from last night.

"Get up, I wanna go to the mall." George sat next to Clay, his soft hands cupping the blond's face and turning his face towards himself. His brown hair fluffed up near the bottom, necklaces hung from his neck and his face was turned into a bright, beautiful smile. He was wearing a white shirt covered with a brown, plaid flannel with creme pants. Cold rings stung Clay's face.

Clay yawned, sitting up as the hand slipped off his face, "Fine. We gotta stop by my place first." he rubbed his calloused hands across his face, feeling George hop off the bed. Clay pushed himself up, making sure he was steady before he walked towards George, wrapping his arms around the boys shoulders and pushing his face into the back of the smaller's neck.

"Goodmorning, C." George smiled, patting Clay's hand twice to tell Clay to let him go, the blond listened, stepping away from George and grabbing his phone for the nightstand. He had a missing call from his father and a few snapchat notifications.

"When are we gunna head out?" Clay asked, unplugging his phone and walking next to George, watching the brunet adjust and add more accessories to his outfit.

"Whenever you're ready." George smiled, watching Clay slip on his converse and throw his backpack on his back. "Alright. Ready?"

"Mhm." Clay followed George out the room, still half asleep from waking up later than he thought he would. He slept amazing and really didn't want to get up, but atlas, he had to. The comfortable bedsheets and the warmth of the body next to him while he slept made it feel like a dream. A dream Clay never wanted to leave.

Just like when the boys came home yesterday, the house was silent and dark. "Mom went to her class?"

"I think she's at a baby shower." George answered, grabbing his car keys off of the desk and making his way out of the door, Clay following close behind. George turned on his heals.

"Woah! You good man?" Clay asked, taking a step back so he wouldn't ram into the shorter.

"Fucking Milo. I have to watch Milo." George sighed, walking past Clay and typing in the code for the house.

Clay sighed quietly, trying to not let George see his disappointment, "Oh."

"We can still go! I'll have to drop him off at my Nana's place although."

"Oh! Sick! Okay. How long will that take?" Clay asked, following George inside the dark and quiet house, following the shorter down the stairs to his little brother's room.

Clay did that a lot. Followed. He was a natural follower, he'll never be a leader. He doesn't mind that, but his dad always said it made him weak. Clay never really understood that, but whatever his dad says, goes.

George knocked on Milo's door, a faint "yeah?" from inside being said. The brunet opened the door, stepping inside the room, Clay following yet again. His room was spotless. That's something Clay always found funny. A fourteen year old boy with a clean as fuck room.