Clay sees flower boy again.
They are in the same exact library as last time. Nick, Darryl, and his other friend are all at the football game. Clay and them are football players for their school. Clay wasn't allowed to go because he had suffered a concussion only a moth before.
At least he gets to somewhat hang out with his flower boy.
He takes the excuse to go and study for his math test, even though he's really only busy looking at flower boy. Why would he NOT look at him? His adorable brown--almost black hair, his pale skin, his small figure, those adorable doe eyes, and those plump.. soft looking lips that he desperately wanted to kiss-- okay Clay, that's enough! But you get the point right?"
He doesn't even realize that he hasn't been caught until he sees flower boy staring right at him, into his forest green eyes. He blinks, yes widening as his cheeks begin to burn a little. He smiles and waves at flower boy, which he turns with a little wave and a cute little grin. Clay feels his heart warm up and beat a little faster than before.
Clay was so lovesick.
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Clay decides to sit closer to flower boy today at the library. He got a low C on his math test, but he honestly didn't. Usually he would have a small fit over not achieving at least a high B, but today was a pass for him. He's looking right at the cutie himself, who seems to have taken no notice of the decreasing distance from his table all the way to Clay's new comfy armchair.
Flower boy is far more interested in a different romance novel to notice him. Clay remembers Nick teasing him, squeaking out a 'notice me, senpai' after he sees Clay--once again--staring at flower boy at lunch.
He slowly begins to move closer, only seven feet away from him, when flower boy notices.
"Oh, hi Clay!" He giggles, his British accent flowing through his adorable laugh. Clay grins, finding trouble in speaking with himself, before saying-- "Hey flo-George. How are you?"
"I'm okay. My mama made cookies yesterday!" He giggles again, one of his hands disappearing behind his sleeve as he holds it up to his mouth. Clay feels his heart try to burst at the way flower boy looks at him. He can't help but hope that the smaller boy continues to look at him that way in the future.
"That's cool George!" He grins. He sees the older boy smile to himself.
"At least you care. The bullies say that I'm a freak and I shouldn't be here... and that calling my mama, 'mama' is something that gay people do. He said being gay is bad. I don't think it is, do you?" He murmurs. Clay frowns. Why would they tell him that?
"No George, being gay is NOT bad at all. It just means that you're special, and that's a good thing! You can call your mom whatever you want. They shouldn't be bullying you for who you want to be, that's just wrong! You're an amazing person and I'm glad to be your friend. I don't want you to leave, otherwise my life would be so boring without you!" Clay tells him. He holds in telling him about how adorable he is, how much he loves him, and many other parts of that long list.
"Re-really? Thank you." Flower boy smiles, hiding his face in his sleeves. Clay mentally aaes at how cute he is.
"W-would you like t-to go to th-the sunflower f-field some t-time this w-week? It's re-really pretty..." Flower boy asks him. Clay's heart lurches to hold flower boy in his arms like he did a while back. Clay feels his body go soft at his adorable British voice.
"I'd love to." He tells him.
"Yay!" Flower boy smiles before getting out of his chair. Clay doesn't even process what's happening until he feels a pair of lips gently touch his cheek.
"B-bye Clay," He giggles before running away with the romance novel. Clay blushes, touching his left cheek and savoring the gentle feeling of the older boy's lips' touch.
Clay can't help but hope that flower boy does that more often.
