lunch prep

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Clay: good morninggg

George was half awake when he heard his phone vibrate beside him, he rolled onto his side and tapped the screen. It was noon, and Clay texted him.

George: hi gopd morninf
George: soryr i just woek up

Clay: LMAO hey
Clay: did i wake you up?? im sorry 😭

George: no it's oksy i was already laying here half awake anywsys

Clay: r ur eyes like still closed

George: yeah
George: they're open now

Clay: good 💞💞
Clay: do you wanna get lunch together?

George: just us?

Clay: your friends can come if you want
Clay: and i'll bring nick

George: okay sure give me a bit
George: i need to wake them

Clay: okaay

George: are you stoked to hear my insane foreign british accent

Clay: honestly im beyond hyped

George: ik

Clay: go get ready

George: okay

George turned his phone off and set it on the bed, his head falling back into the pillow immediately. Eyes slowly, slowly closing.

He doesn't know when, but he fell back asleep, not awakening until the ringing of his phone flooded his ears.

It's Clay. George hit decline.

Clay: just lmk when you guys are ready

Clay: george?

Clay: hellooo

Clay: rude cant believe you hung up

George: fuck im sorry i fell back asleep

Clay: traitor 🖕

George: smd
George: i'll actually go get them now

Clay: i'll be waiting

George rubs his eyes and sits up, yawns, and gets out of bed heading straight for the living room. Karl and Alex are on the couch.

"Hi sleepy head!" Alex chuckled.

"Shut up." George groans.

"It's pretty early for you, huh? 1pm?" Karl teases.

"I have bad news." George says, Alex was leaning himself on Karl, lowkey cuddling, but he pulls himself off and looks up at George in shock.

"Shit, what?" Alex impatiently asks.

"Clay has invited us to have lunch with him. And I said yes." George pursed his lips.

"How is that bad?" Karl laughed hysterically.

"You're so fucking stupid." Alex laughed.

"Okay well, that's awkward!" George blinked.

"Don't be a pussy," Alex said, "we're going to fucking lunch with him."

"Fuck you." George said just before he walked into his bedroom. He threw on a black t shirt, and grey sweatpants. Good enough.

Alex and Karl put something nice on, and George texted Clay.

George: okay we're ready

Clay: okaaay i'll meet you guys downstairs
Clay: i'm gonna park out front, get in my car

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