D R E A M 💘 || dnf

Pretty

I'm going to write this book in record speed damn

before you read this, in letting you know its mostly dumb filler stuff, but eh

**Mattie = George**

TW: eating

Previously...

"Need help?" Clay chuckled, getting out of the car. They went back to George's window, Clay motioning for George to climb onto his shoulders. The smaller boy used Clay's height to his advantage, able to grab onto the windowsill and climb back into his room without making too much of a fuss.

"Thank you, Clay," George smiled, waving down at the blond.

"Goodbye, Mattie." Clay waved back. "I'll see you tomorrow."

3rd Person P.O.V.

George woke up to his alarm, turning off the offending noise while grumbling to himself. He wasn't really the biggest fan of mornings, but he had to get to school.

At least Clay would be there.

Clay. George thought back to the night before, memories of an almost-kiss flooding his brain. He covered his face with his hands, groaning.

He was so fucked.

George had never been good with feelings, he didn't understand them, and he certainly didn't know how to express them.

His main problem, at the moment, was that he wasn't quite sure were the line stood between platonic and romantic feelings. Because he was definitely riding that line with Clay right now, despite only having met the blond yesterday.

George felt so conflicted with himself. On one hand, he had pulled away from Clay before they got too close. On the other hand... he really regretted having pulled away. He really wanted to know what kissing Clay would've been like.

But he missed his chance. And that was his own fault. He shouldn't have panicked like that, because now he was just going to beat himself up over it all day.

George sat up in bed. Well, if his fate was already sealed, he might as well get to see Clay. And hey- not failing school would be a bonus.

He got dressed, brushed his teeth, and left for school, walking on the cracked pavement of the sidewalk. At least he lived close to the school, so he didn't have to walk far. He would like to be able to drive, but he didn't have a licence- or a car, for that matter.

Sighing, George stepped back onto the school grounds, a hand grabbing his shoulder gently. He jumped from the sudden contact, whipping around to see Clay standing there, arms flying up in surrender.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I thought you were ignoring me," Clay explained, chuckling awkwardly.

"What?"

"You didn't hear me call your name?" The blond wondered, frowning. George shook his head, shrugging.

"I was thinking," he defended.

"Alright, brainiac, stop thinking and get inside. We have school." Clay ushered George towards the building, not really in any rush to get there. "What class are you going to?" George sighed, frowning.