Love at first Swim // dnf

at sleepovers u talk about boys

"Georgeeee," Karl knocked on his locked bedroom door, "I'm sorry, they don't have to come."

"Shut up." George groaned.

"Please, George." Karl pleaded from the other side of the door. He heard George loudly sigh, then the door opened.

"What." George annoyedly said.

"It's 8." Alex said.

"Alex, shut up." Karl jokingly hit his shoulder. "They don't have to come over, George. Would you just come out of your room?"

"I'm tired. I don't care about that anymore." George blinked.

"You suck." Alex snickered.

"I'm gonna kill you." Karl sarcastically said.

"Can I go back to b-" George started, until a loud bang on their hotel rooms door startled them all.
George looked as if he were for real gonna pull out a gun and kill them both. He was pissed.
George pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket to see that Clay has texted multiple times.

Clay: hi can we come now
Clay: george???
Clay: okay it's 8 we're coming
Clay: we're here
Clay: GEORGE????
Clay: hello
Clay: open the door this is fr awkward

George: SORRY sorry we're coming

"Fuck me." George sighed.

"Well if you insist." Alex laughed.

Karl opened the door, "Hi, guys." he said.

"Hi," Clay slowly walked in, "hi, George." He looked at George.

"Hi." George pressed his lips into a tight, straight line.

They all got comfy on the couch, George next to Clay, Clay next to Nick, Nick next to Karl, and Karl next to Alex. They were gonna watch a movie, honestly nothing else to do anyways. It was awkward as hell.

They all settled on a movie, Scream. George hates scary movies. Hates, hates, hates them. But he didn't want to say anything to ruin "the good time."

He watched maybe the first 5 minutes of the movie but then got too scared and pulled out his phone. Not looking until the first 2 kills were over. Though he was on his phone, he still jumped and covered his eyes when something happened.

"Are you okay?" Clay lightly wheezed, looking at George as he got jumpscared.

"I hate scary movies," He rolled his eyes, "and Mr. Karl over there knows that."

"Sorry, dude! Shouldn't have agreed." Karl giggled.

"I didn't even fucking say anything!" George threw his arms up, he couldn't help but smile though.

"Exactly. Maybe you should've." Karl shrugged, smiling, and threw some popcorn in his mouth.

He glanced over at the tv at the worst time, a girl was literally getting stabbed. He was so bad with gore and shit, he immediately flung his head back and buried it into the couch. He slowly started to look back at the tv, checking if this scene was nearly over. He was fully facing the tv just as a big hand grabbed the side of his face and quickly turned his head. Putting his hand up by Georges eyes blocking the tv. He was now face to face with Clay, with his hand on his face.
He then heard intense screaming from the tv.

"Sorry, you looked back at the worst possible time. She's dying." Clay smirked.

George couldn't help but blush, he swatted Clays hand down.
"Yeah.. thanks." He scoffed.

Clay laughed.

George was practically on and off of his phone every few seconds, not knowing what was gonna happen. Sometimes Clay would say "look away!" when he knew something was about to happen.