another? /dnf/ /omegaverse/

4: please socialize <3

In some way or another being plagued with having to manage a social life can often feel demanding. Like we're cornered and there's no escape, like some things, you have to go through it to get out and have it all over with.
And george felt like hed dug his own grave by agreeing to this breakfast date. His thoughts were repetitive, telling him not to forget to go to the office whenever he got a chance, to see if he can either get an empty flat to himself or see if they'd made a mistake putting clay there with him.

In any way, he needed some sign or answer that this wouldnt get worse or that at least something good would come out of this.

"You ready?" There's a knock at his bedroom door and george finds himself nearly jumping out of his skin, stood in front of the mirror. He runs his hands down his long sleeved top, hoping the couple wrinkles werent noticable.

"Uh yeah.." George replied to clay through the room door.

They're both soon side by side walking along the walls of their school, pale yellow paint covering the walls around them, plenty windows giving george more of an excuse to avoid eye contact. Their footsteps are muffled by the thin carpet covering the campus hallway flooring.
Clay walked with a small smile, thinking to himself while his hands were pocketed. George noticed he wore an especially bright yellow hoodie today, with some black joggers and slip on running shoes.

"So does that happen often?"

"Does what happen?" George glances over to clay, only to find the blonde was staring straight forward where they walked to the staircase.

"Do you wake up in other peoples beds all the time?"

George paused his response, finding this to be some sort of rude innuendo. Was this guy serious? He felt like he was being called a man whore.

"Uh.. No, actually." His arms shift and he pockets them in his own blue hoodies pockets, feeling slightly uncomfortable. It all felt like time was being especially slow to make him suffer.

"Not even like your family..? Like.. In the past? Because nick like warned me about your sleeping problems and--"

"Ugh of course he did. He overshares quite a lot. " george grumbled with proven intuition, arms flying up in the air before moving down to his chest and crossing warmly, face in a flushed scrunch, eyes lowered. For the moment he barely realized how irritated over nick more than he knew, and for that moment, george also knew his possible friendship with this blonde guy was terminated. Surely his old fling gossiped to clay about them and their past temporary and existent predicaments.

George regretted trying alcohol and considered it his first and last week-long episode of having it.

"I mean.. Yeah. In the last six years ive known him, he does blabber too much but he's hardly mentioned the people he slept with. And.. Well, actually..youre probably one of them so--"

"Can we please talk about something else? Me and him had nothing and will have nothing." Georges expression is irritated and his dark eyes fixed on the floor almost leads him to run into the bend of a pole handle as they make it to the bottom floor. He ignores it, hoping clay didnt see how clumsy he can be.

"Alright, alright..... So you hAVE slept with him?"

"Clay, ill gladly go back upstairs to the flat, youre the one that insisted we have this breakfast business." The shorted man threatens while continuing to take steps to the doors.

"Youre the one that agreed."

This man was going to be the end of him. George immedietly walks closer to the taller at his side and shoves him with his shoulder and side, co tinuing to complain.

"Ughhh stop being so.... Insufferable. Youre actually a lot like nick, i can see how you can get along with the guy" all while george complains, clay is laughing amongst himself in light bantery amusement.

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Theyre both soon sat across from eachother while chatting and george leans forward on the table between them, elbows steadying his arms that bent up and hands held that pale softly grinning face of his. 

"So ... Your name's clay? It's like... Its a weird name.."

"Uh.. Yeah..." Clay nodded gently, eyes on george before lowering to the silverware wrapped in cloth napkin amongst them. He probably picked too nice of a place for some simple breakfast.
"It's not my favorite. Ironically enough, i like being called my gamertag on minecraft."

"Really? Dree?" Georges brows furrow in light confusion, humoring the others vocal preference.

"Hah, no no,  dream." He correctd and the blondes face scrunches some and he shakes his head, those freckles harder to see even in the diners windows lighting.

"Quite the ego you've got there" George comments, a brow raising, his expression remaining soft and interested, despite his usual distaste for people with large egos.

"Thanks.. And youre davidson, right?"

George's sky falls on him.
"How'd you... Find out?" He questions while his smile becomes forced and his eyes stay down on the table in front of them. He didnt mind his families reputation of being bakers, its just that he had a history of getting picked on for it and most people misread him thanks to it all.

"Some talk going around. I think it's cool your family run a bakery or two. I wish my family was that simple." Clay shrugs with a small grin, eyes on georges face and reading his changes to himself.

George shifts his weight where he was sat, thinking to himself. Simple? Was he serious?

"Yeah well.. What's your family like?" The brunette tries to shift the attention on the other if only for a moment. Anything.

Clays smile loosens and he seems troubled, shrugging loosely once again, casual yet worn out eyes dropping to the table, with his brows furrowing if just a few degrees. He plays with his butterknife, balancing the weighted silverware with his fingers, the tip pressed on the tabletop.
His yellow speckled eyes flicker back up to meet georges and they hold something else behind them.

"Theyre.. Theyre all dead."

"What?"