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eleven

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
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3𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Every passing second was insanity. Clay tossed and turned for hours on end, with George sleeping on a mattress on the floor, as he insisted that the dirty blonde could use the bed ever since he walked inside for the first time.

He looked over at the curtain, engulfed in a shallow yellow light from a nearby lamppost just outside. Every night, He still thought of his old home. Every night, he still thought about Sapnap and his friends. Every night, he still wonders about what happened to Bad.

Tears, forming shallow pools every so often around his tearducts; Ready to fall once it got too much for him. But now, all he could think about was how he got so close, so intimate with George earlier that day. All he could think about was the pretty pink lips on the brunette's face.

Clay had been uncomfortable for at least the 4th time this week. The temperatures did nothing but rise, and people in the streets completely stopped appearing in coats and warmer clothing. He was lying in his own shallow pool of sweat. The blankets were all discarded onto the floor in the process of his movement, too.

The humidity slowly drove him insane. Yes, back at his old home he had grown up in warmer temperatures but it was never this hot. It was equivalent to the hottest days of the year, all in a week.

George had conviniently woken up in the middle of the night to Clay's loud discomfort.

"Is it too hot?" The shorter man somehow very quickly distinguished the taller one's problems. He nodded in response, sitting up.

"If you want... It's a bit cooler down here than maybe on that bed." The brunette offered, intriguing the other. Clay laughed nervously. His blush fled the scene unnoticed due to the work of night.

"You... You wouldn't mind, r-right? I mean, I completely get it if you- you know, space and everythi-"

"Come on, idiot. We've known eachother for a while already."

He came to realise that it wasn't an offer.
It felt an awful lot more like a request at heart.

The dirty blonde collapsed on the brunette's mattress like an excited little puppy. In other words, he was more comfortable, and more comfortable next to George. George didn't seem to care about pillow borders, or shuffling to the very edge to provide more space; He just stayed where he was, also secretly enjoying Clay's white shirt come into contact with his chest.

Darkness still dominated the skies for the meantime, and the movement of the clocks seemed just as slow as ever.

"George?"

"Yes, Clay?"

"I'm bi."

George's eyes widened, as his exhales became heavier with every breath. With Clay also having an interest in men he felt like he really did have a chance.

Night then turned into dawn, and dawn turned into day.

The brown haired boy's eyes fluttered open, looking at the other, still snoring away; He had woken up first. As the grogginess went away he came to notice that he was trapped under Clay's arms, supposedly clinging around his frame. He urged his eyes to the faint illumination of the digital clock on the bedside table above him, the rectangular numbers showing that it was about 9 in the morning.

Maybe he wouldn't have been able to get out, at least not now. Part of him wanted to go and free himself but the other half wanted to stay, stay like it mattered more than life ever did. Soon shortly after, George succumbed to the amount of time he had spent awake, and fell asleep again.

It was around noon when Clay woke up, amidst the sunlight warmly tickling his face; Like George, he realises how his arms are intimately compressed around his back and a close-up sensation of heat every time he exhales. It was certainly something. It felt awkward, oddly new to him, but the emerald-eyed boy couldnt have said that he was ungrateful for it.

He looked at the other, sleeping soundly within his reach. The light had enhanced the chestnut brown hue in his messy head of hair. Clay loved every single bit. Georges eyes softly opened, for a split second, drained from living emotion. His eyes closed again, just slightly different this time.

Clay burst into a small fit of laughter.

"George, youre being an idiot." He chuckled.

"I know you're awake."

The brunette smiled, knowing he had been caught. He used his chance to slither out of Clays arms, presumably going to freshen up in the bathroom. The other frowned and was quick to cling on.

"W-wait! –"

It wasnt another grab of the wrist.

It wasnt Clay getting up, following him out the door.

He held George's face with his two hands and kissed him on the spot.

Something better than just words.

The moment the two had been waiting for. All in a span of a few seconds; their lips, finally connected after yearning for so long. A thing that he couldnt take back. To his surprise, George kissed back. His soft pale hands nestled into the others waistline, hidden within the wrinkles of Clays white shirt.

Clay pulled away, tearing up a little. Georges expression grew worried; Telling if the tears were of happiness or regret was almost too difficult.

"I'm so sorry!"

He wiped his tearstained cheek, dashing out of the room before he could be stopped. Through the corridors, down the stairs, through the kitchen and living rooms, and outside the door. George tried to run, but clearly Clay was a fast runner, faster than he ever couldve been.

"Why did he have to go this far?"

The brown-eyed boy cried, on the very tail of Clays every audible footstep, reverberating from the distance. After a hell of a chase, he found him at the bridge, stood still looking down at the rapid rushing of the waters underneath. He managed to catch his attention by the loud panting as an after effect of running as fast as he could.

George panted, trying to get his breath back. Clay didnt answer, as a matter of fact didnt even look at him. But he could tell that he was listening. The tears on his cheek were much scarcer, and the expression on his face was unreadable; Like if he was asleep but his eyes were open.

"I'm sorry that I accidentally unleased everything, I- I ruined our friendship."

The brunette felt the pain in the dirty blonde's voice.

"Clay.."

"We were never meant to be friends."

George walked up to him and gave him a small peck on the lips.