I Think I Love You - DNF

Chapter Eighteen

Hey! I'm in the car halfway through the drive and I'm just going to speed run this chapter because I think it will be fun.
TW// alcohol
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Clay POV

"Greoge, me buddy. You are British." Sapnap said with wide eyes looking at the other brunette who was sitting on the floor facing him.

"Oh no! Since when?" George asked on utter shock, grabbing his face.

"Since you were borned." Sapnap said with a tipsy smile.

"Do I drink teeaaaa?" George said with really wide eyes.

"Yes." Sapnap nodded his head aggressively. George opened and shut his mouth a couple times before turning to me.

"Dreeeeeaaaammm make me tea. I am British." George said as if he was telling me that for the first time ever. I couldn't help but laugh. I had stopped drinking after my third shot knowing that someone had to be reasonably responsible. However neither George nor Sapnap shared the same thoughts. Taking constant shots since 1 pm, seeing as it was coming up on 9:30 they were quite hammered and I was incredibly surprised neither of them had thrown up.

"Teaaaaaaaa." Sapnap agreed, looking like a baby where he was sitting on the floor with his hands on the ground and head up at me who was sitting on the bench. George's eyebrows furrowed at the long time that I was taking to make tea, so he started to stand up. After about seven failed attempts he finally pushed himself upright and walking over to me.

"Clay. I want tea." He said in a tone that I had no other way of taking except as seductive when he reached my seating spot. He started to lean into my face, his eyes flitting between my eyes and my lips. I had never noticed until he was this close the incredibly faint streaks of gold in his eyes. Every part of me wanted to close the distance but I couldn't do that, not when he was drunk. So I pushed him away from me with a fake smile. My heart ached for the closeness but knew that he was only doing this because the alcohol affected his judgement.

"Nope." I said. George pursed his lips together, grumpy that I didn't give in to him.

"Fine. Sappy Nappy, ice cream." He said glaring at me and then turning around at the other boy sitting on the floor staring at his shoes with way to much interest.

"Ooooh - sprinklezzzz." Sapnap said with eyes that reminded me of a kid walking into a candy store. He jumped up and almost immediately fell back over, grumbling he stood back up and bent his knees, walking strangely to the fridge where he opened the freezer. I sighed and walked over to help him open the six containers of different flavored ice-cream, ignoring the pouting British boy behind me.

"What flavors do you guys want?" I asked with a sigh as I grabbed the ice-cream scoopers, chocolate syrup, rainbow sprinkles, whipped cream and the bowls. I was careful to remember to get the plastic ones already having to deal with 4 glasses breaking this evening with the drunk boys.

"Caramel and Chocolate!" Sapnap yelled without hesitation. I looked over at George who was staring intensely at the flavors.

"Cookie Dough and vanilla!" George finally yelled excitedly. I nodded at their choices and pulled two scoops of their chosen flavors into the bowls while the two pulled out the stools at the other side of the bench, they really were 5 year olds.

"Toppings?" I asked, blocking my ears as I forgot how loud Sapnap could get.

"EVERYTHING!" He yelled, excruciatingly loud. George stared at the overexcited child sitting next to him and turned back to me nodded in agreement with Sapnap. I laughed a bit but followed their instructions and finally pushed the bowls over the counter. I had never heard these two this quiet as they are but it definitely made me laugh at their faces of pure ecstasy. Once they finished eating I noticed how often they were both yawning, obviously tired from everything.

"Okay you too - it's time to go to bed." I was met with grumbles from Sapnap but he got up and walked himself into his room, shutting the door behind him, definitely about to black out on his bed or a mound of clothes. George just looked at me with really exhausted eyes, which called me to chuckle. He started to rest his head on the bench so I grabbed his arm and he leant on me practically dragging his feet, getting sick of dragging him I scooped his legs out and carried him bridal style to the spare bedroom, kicking the door open.

He snuggled his head into my chest as I walked over to bed and I wondered if he could hear my racing heart beat. I placed him down on the bed, which he crawled into. As I walked towards the door I heard a whine and turned around to see George holding his arms out expecting a hug.  I grumbled but walked back to him hugging him, before I could do anything George pulled me down so he could whisper into my ear.

"Goodnight handsome." My heart stopped and George rolled over into his side away from me. 

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I wrote this in the space of 80 km. Cool - I'm going to sleep now. Night.