Clay's POV:
Love sure is a strong word. It's stronger than the strongest person on earth. It's only a word, but it's a word that has a lot of promise and meaning into it. That's why I don't mess with love.
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The next day was the same as usual: nobody checked up on me, nobody talked to me, nobody bothered me. It was normal. I was used to it, but should I be used to it? Should I be used to nobody talking to me?
"Clay, mom wants you to meet somebody." Aaron said walking out of my bedroom. I rolled my eyes, got out of bed, and went downstairs to meet this kid. It's probably one of moms co-workers' daughter.
I didn't bother looking around as I kept my eyes to the floor. I don't know why my mom thought that I was going to fall in love with another one of my mom's co-workers' daughter. It was silly of her to keep trying. I guess she never got the hint.
"Clay, look up honey." My mom pointed out. I didn't budge though. Carefully, I heard my mom mumble something in the lines of 'he's just nervous'. I really wasn't nervous. I was just really sick of my mom trying to hook me up with some girl I've never met.
With hesitation, I look up only to be met with a pair of brown eyes staring back at me.
It wasn't a girl, it was a boy.
I felt guilty for looking down the entire time. I didn't know it was a boy.
"Hey, I'm George. I'm assuming you're Clay, right?" The boy said looking up at me. I didn't answer right away. I was too caught up in his eyes to be focusing on what he was saying to me. Obviously, my mom saw this and decided to have George go sit down at the dinner table.
I was also too focused on the fact that he had an accent. Not too many people here in Florida have a British accent, and I was surprised that he wasn't hesitant to speak up.
"Clay what is wrong with you today? You were in your room all day and you can't even talk right now? Is something wrong?"
"No mom, I'm fine. It just gets kind of tiring having you trying to hook me up with some girl I don't even know." I replied while going down to the kitchen. I wasn't really feeling it today, so I didn't grab much. My mom looked up at me, then back down at her plate.
"I know you're tired of me trying to hook you up, but it's not happening this time. I mean, it's a boy for crying sake. I just thought you could use some more friends other than Sapnap and Karl." My mom said, looking back up at me. I didn't say anything at first because I was really annoyed. Is she homophobic? Does she know that Karl and Sapnap are dating? Things like that go through my mind daily, though it's a regular mind process. I just get sick and tired of it sometimes.
"So, do you go to Richwood Highschool? I heard a lot of bad people go to that school-not saying you're bad or anything-just asking?" The boy asked.
Again
I hear his accent again
"Uh yeah, but it's mostly just kids who interrupt the class and some shit. Nothing too bad, otherwise someone would say something." I replied with hesitation. Though I don't normally hesitate, I did with this kid. God I don't even know how old he is.
"How old are you?"
"19, turning 20"
Woah. He's actually older than me? Then how is he-
"How old are you?" The boy questioned.
"I'm 18, turning 19" I responded as I picked up my plate and put it in the sink.
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School just ended, but I need to catch up on a few things. I have to make sure I'm still really healthy so don't have a total glow down when I get back to school.
George is probably in college, or maybe not. Some people skip college because it's too hard or they might not be able to afford to go, stuff like that. I'm planning on going to college so I can learn how to code properly, basically just computer science in general.
"Clay, mom needs you again. It's something with George I think." Aaron said as he interrupted my thoughts.
Why do I need to continuously talk to him? It's not like we're in love with each other or best friends?
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"You'll be mine forever, just not in my arms"
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embrasse moi
Romance"I took French long ago. There were only two words that stuck with me." "What words?" "Embrasse moi" A story where two men fall in love just by a simple French song. Je te laisserai des mots.
