"How about we go to the circus tomorrow night?" Clay is the one to break the silence.
Usually the two boys would sit together, close enough to where their knees and elbows were touching, but now they were separated. George was sitting on his bed, twiddling his thumbs while Clay was silent, leaning against the desk chair that George's mom got for George.
"Why would we go..?" George relies, his voice kind of shaky.
"To uh.. hang out? M-maybe?" Clay stutters. He can still feel the dried tears against his cheek. He tries desperately to wipe them away. He hated having to see the people he loved hurt, especially George. He'd do anything to make his flower boy happy.
"I'm sorry." George blurts out. The silence grows even more awkward than it did before. Both George and Clay can agree on the fact that they don't want his mom coming up the stairs and trying to find out on why they were both crying.
"You don't need to be sorry... I shouldn't have said anything." Clay murmurs.
"I shouldn't have even overreacted. I just.. you're my only friend and I can't lost you to s-someone else." George sniffles. He was only half lying.. it's not as bad, right? But it still feels horrible.. it's still lying!
"You're never going to lose me, I promise." Clay says. He finally has the courage to pull the boy into a big hug, sighing into the warm embrace. He feels even better when he feels the older boy hug him back.
It was less awkward now. There was no more silence. There was small laughs, coming from both George and Clay as George tried desperately to get away from Clay tickling him.
"You'll never catch me!" George proclaims, circling around his room.
"Oh, how you wish I couldn't!" Clay laughs, a maniac-like wheeze erupting from his lungs. George screams as the taller boy lunges at him, bringing them both to the ground. Laughs fill the room as Clay tickles at his sides.
"No! Stop! I can't— I can't breathe!" George laughs, a big smile growing in his face.
"Never!" Clay grins. He pulls George off of the ground and close to him, holding him close to his chest. The laughter slowly dies down, both boys left beaming.
"Let's dance!" George commands, momentarily leaving Clay's arms to turn on his Spotify playlist. Clay grins, watching the way that George begins to dance. "Dance with me, Dream!" His flower boy says. Clay laughs at his childishness and joins him.
The two boys dance around each other, laughing and grinning at one another. They don't even notice George's mom walk in, smile, take a picture, and then close the door behind her. They're so busy that they can't hear the thunder outside or the rain that pounds against the windows, or the fed-ex truck that dropped a package off and then sped away into the night. They didn't notice anything else besides theirselves.
Several hours passed by like leaves falling in autumn, until they eventually fell asleep on the bed with their bodies entangled together.
I wish this could last.
