D R E A M 💘 || dnf

Happy Birthday, George

it took a few days but this is a long and important chapter

good luck

TW/CW: underage drinking, implied drugging, eating, kissing

Previously...

"I hate you." The smaller boy crossed his arms, trying to look upset, but unable to hide the smile on his face.

"Mhm, sure," Clay grinned, shaking his head. "Idiot."

3rd Person P.O.V.

Eventually, it had come time for George to go back home. Both boys were sad to separate, but it would be short lived- Clay promised a birthday surprise for George. It was late night on October 31st, meaning that George's birthday was tomorrow- and, therefore, his surprise. Sure, tomorrow was a Monday, but did he care? It was George's seventeenth birthday, for gods sake, it was ok to miss a day of school.

George sighed, carefully folding up some clothes that had come out of the wash. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. The brunette already had an outfit picked out and everything- he was ready for whatever tomorrow would hold.

George laid down, getting comfortable in his bed. Tomorrow would come sooner if he slept, and he was pretty tired... sleep sounded pretty good right now.

He picked up his phone, checking the time. 12:07 AM. George sent a quick goodnight text to Clay, his boyfriend, and set his phone down, closing his eyes and falling into a deep slumber.

~

George awoke the next morning with a yawn and a stretch, smiling to himself.

Happy 17th birthday, George.

It was nice not having to wake up to an alarm today, after it had been decided that he would stay home. Clay hadn't been so lucky, and he was probably at school by now.

George picked up his phone, finding an onslaught of texts from Clay, wishing him a happy birthday and complimenting him. He was also greeted with the time- 1:49 PM. Well, he had certainly slept in.

Clay was coming to pick George up around 4, so there was still time to prepare. To be honest, there wasn't much he had to do- just clean himself up a bit and make sure he looked presentable. Yeah, it was his birthday, but George wanted to impress the blond.

He got up and got breakfast from downstairs- just some cereal, nothing fancy- and sat down in front of the tv. He turned on some random show, relaxing into the couch cushions as he watched, transfixed by a bizarre reality show.

Before he knew it, the clock had struck three- meaning it was time to get ready. George turned off the tv, threw his bowl in the sink, and hopped in the shower.

He emerged 15 minutes later, towel wrapped around his waist and hair dripping steadily. George grabbed his outfit for tonight, patting himself dry before pulling it on.

George took a minute to admire himself in the mirror. He was wearing a powder blue hoodie- cropped slightly to reveal part of his stomach, with an elastic band so the soft fabric would hug his sides. He was also wearing a pair of skinny jeans, cuffed at the ankle.

It was comfortable and cute. Win-win.

George's phone dinged, and he rushed to answer it. It was Clay- not that he expected it to be anyone else- and the text had George running to his window to look.