"So, are you ready?" Clay asks. The two of them stand next to each other, looking at the circus only about ten feet away from them. They turn to each other and grin. "Ready as I'll ever be." George replied.
They both head to the circus, Clay's long legs giving him a better advantage of getting there first. George huffs, trying to keep up with them.
"Oh come on, George!" Clay groans, exaggerating his reactions. George stomps on after him, holding a pout in his face.
"I hate you." George says, making a 'hmph!' Noise. Clay laughs, whispering to himself under his breath, "you look cute when you pout like that."
The two boys embark on their trip, moving further and further into the mass of people. George watches the children laugh and smile around them, parents being tugged along into the haunted mansion and then coming out scared to death. George grins, remembering when he and his mom would go look around and try to get as many prizes as possible. That was before his dad left for the military and never came back.
"Hey, you wanna go in there?" Clay whispers into his ear, looking at the haunted mansion.
"Meh.. do we have to?" George frowns.
Clay sees the scared look on George's face and smiles softly, "hey, we don't have to go in there if you don't want to. We can always do something else."
"But it looked like you wanted to go in there!" George tells him.
"Well, I did." Clay replies with a sigh.
"So why aren't you going in there?" George asks him innocently, tilting his head and looking up at him.
"I changed my mind." Clay says. He hoped George wouldn't notice that he wasn't going just because he wanted to make sure George was happy.
"Oh okay..." George said, momentarily furrowing his eyebrows.
_ _ _
After many rides and exploring the circus, it had turned dark outside. George had grown tired and wanted to go on the Ferris wheel before heading home.
"You ready?" He asks George. George nods eagerly as the tide begins. Clay avoids looking at the ground and focuses on George instead, liking the way the moonlight illuminated some of his features.
"Hey fl-George?" Clay asks him. George turns to him. "Yes Dream?" Clay's heart flutters at the nickname.
"Do you remember when we first met?" Clay's voice lowers as he speaks. George's heart begins to thump loudly in his chest.
"Yes, I do." George manages to get out. "Good.. good, that's good." Clay whispers. "Dream? You okay?" George wonders out loud.
"When I first met you.. I though you were the most beautiful thing I've ever seem.. you, George found, have made me feel so many things that I cannot explain..!85/ so hard to explain—" Clay whispers. He closes his eyes only briefly. George blinks, his jaw going slack.
"Clay... do you ever want to kiss your best friends? Because I really.. I really want to." George whispers, leaning in closer to Clay. Clay gulps, and leans in closer as well.
He eventually closes the space in between them.
Time seemed to slow down, everything gone from their view besides themselves. Clay gently grabs George, pulling him even closer. Their lips move in sync as Clay grips George's sleeve, holding his hand close to his face. He leans into George gentle touch. George finally separated after what feels like forever; the two boys gasping for air. Clay keeps George close to him, as if protecting him from anyone who would try to take him away from him. George continues to lightly touch Clay's face. Their foreheads lean into each other.
"I.. I wanted to do that for a long time." Clay says, growing very shy. George grins "me too."
"Could we— could we maybe go on a date?" Clay whispers, afraid to meet George's gaze.
"Does this answer your question?" George whispers back as he lightly kissed Clay again. Clay nods, blushing as they separate.
