The brunette was awoken by nudges at his shoulder, leading george to groan in complaint while turning over to his side. Now, morning time was the time his mind was fogged and less thoughtful until he woke up properly and overall, he forgot he had a flatmate.
"Uh, George?" A voice calls gently.
"Hmm?" George mumbles soft and careless while his eyes stayed closed and body warm and comfortable under the oh so soft sheets.
"Youre... Youre uh...." The blonde didnt know how to break it to his new company, at the unusual notion. Simply put, clay wanted get to the office and ask the principal on what conditions why he didnt allow locks on any of the dorm bedrooms.
"......youre cuddling me. In my bed."
The instance george opens his eyes and meet with that same shade of golden yellow that was clays hoodie, he immediately shoves himself back and hits the ground with a thud.
"Woah, hey, you alright?" Clays hazely golden struck eyes immediately widened to some degree as he sat up more and leant to the end of the bed where george rolled off of. And well, he cant help but smile.
He was met with some groaning as george shifted and sat up, holding his head and shaking it no.
"Listen, im so sorry," the brunette starts in a small panic, looking up to meet eyes with his flatmate if only for a brief moment with what slight courage he owned. He backs away in a form of a small scamper and turns to leave the room in a rush, hearing movement behind him and only stopping when he feels the weight of a warm rough hand on his shoulder through his thin shirt.
"Hey, it's alright, nick warned me about you, im alright," clay offers all too casually, eyes burning through georges smaller frame.
He warned him?
"Its alright, okay?" Clay offers again, feeling georges stiff and nervous shoulders under his hand. He wondered if his room mate had some sort of anxiety.
"Okay.." George had muttered, not meeting eyes or even turning around to face clay. The blonde felt like they were on accidental bad terms and guilt filled him to some small degree, hand removed from the brunettes shoulder.
"Here, how about i treat you to some breakfast before class? We can get to know each other,"
George couldnt believe the nerve of this guy. Was he trying to torment him? Make him spend more time just to stress the situation and intensify how clearly bad george felt about all of this?
Was his flatmate a sadist?
It was bad enough all the other reasons to
"Sure.." George wasnt all too certain why he agreed, but didnt think too much about it. His eyes shift down to clays bedroom floor. There was a large blue long sleeved teeshirt on the ground. Oh great, this guy was a messy sadist.
But little did he know, clay only carried good intention, to spend more time to make amends with this gorgeous stranger.. And to fufill his slow growing hunger for getting to know the boy.
They both part and start getting ready, george figuring..that as much as he wanted to, there was hardly any avoiding this blonde haired man. After all, they both had at least one class together. Georges favourite period, nevertheless. Computer science.
He slips on some jeans.
At least the boy had a couple things he could talk about..
Nick. Class. Schedules. School. Studying. Why clay transfered. Why clay was so attractive. If hed been modeling before this. Why his room smelt like sour candy and weed...
Wait was he a drug addict?
....his name. What he was picking to eat. .....if he liked him.. so far.
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