Clay Anderson who's a quarterback at Russell High School finds himself in a situation with George Davidson, the photographer of the school! What would happen next is quite extraordinary!
See what happens in this book <3
I'm well aware if anyone has...
Clay wakes up to a sound of birds chirping outside, feeling the sun hit his face.
He rubbed his eyes, getting a clearer vision, he looks over to his right and sees George still sleeping, facing his back.
Clay chuckles and checks his phone.
Saturday, 8:38 am.
He stretches his arms and heads to the bathroom to go wash up.
Brushes his teeth, washing his face, fixing up his hair, boy stuff😂
He heads to the closest and gets changed for the day.
He decides to go for a bit fancy, but not in a classical posh boy way, like, trendy fancy.
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(I've been literally obsessed with this photo like, he's good looking😂 so imma use it😏)
"Damn, I'm hot and all but never knew I was this hot" Clay smirks, checking himself out.
"You look like you're bouta rob a fucking bank" George yawns, rubbing his eyes.
"Morning sleepyhead" Clay smiles, walking towards him, giving him a hug.
"Morning the bitch who woke me up" George mumbles, leaning up against Clay.
"And that attitude is still not gone, I like it" Clay smiles, picking him up by the legs and George wraps his arms around Clays neck, resting his head on Clay's shoulder.
"You still tired?" Clay softly asks, walking back to the bed.
"Mhm" George hums.
"Then go back to sleep" Clay laughs.
"But I want you in bed with me yet you're here fucking ready to what, go nowhere" George mumbles.
Clay smirks.
"Well you gotta get up, we're going to the city and have fun" Clay smiles.
"Is this you're way of asking me to a date?" George giggles.
"It can be" Clay smiles.
"My dream date is sleeping, sleeping in the whole day" George jokes.
"Funny, now c'mon!! We gotta leave!" Clay says.
"You're so annoying, plus, I have nothing to wear dumbass" George mumbles.
"You know, you should bring some stuff here, it's easier when we don't plan before you sleep over, but anyways, let's pass by you're house" Clay smiles, carrying George downstairs.
"Fuck sakes, I'm in pajamas you moron, better yet half naked, this is embarrassing" George groans, digging his face into Clay's neck.
"Relax, no one cares, I have a spare hoodie in the backseat" Clay smirks as he walks the last steps off the stairs.
