Skater boy (DNF)

-Eight-

The loud sound of skin slapping skin rings through the mostly empty house.

"So what should we watch?" Clay asks, clapping his hands together again as he plopped down onto the couch, the brunet falling down right after putting a foot of space between the two.

"I don't know what we should watch?" The shorter says bringing his knees up to his chest and hugging them.

"I don't know that's why I asked you!" The taller one yells back laughing. "I don't know what you pick." The smaller boy says putting his head on his knees and looking over at the blond with heavy eyelids who is staring intently at the tv trying to find something for them to watch.

Clay looks over at the brunet and sends a soft smile in his direction. "Tired?" He asks, tilting his head looking directly into George's soft hazel eyes.

"Mhm." The shooter hums back. The blond picks up his phone and takes a glance at the time.

"It's two thirty in the morning so I guess we should go to bed. Where are you going to sleep?" Clay asks still, holding intense eye contact with the smaller.

"I dunno." George says eyelids are getting more heavy by the second.

"You could sleep in my bed?" The taller asks, putting his hand on the brunet's head pulling a few locks in between his fingers.

"Not if you're gonna sleep in there." The older man says , moving his head and shaking the blond's hand off his head.

"I can wear socks." Clay says with a smirk, the brunet however is not amused by this. "I said no Clay." George says putting his legs down from up to his chest rolling his eyes at the taller's response.

"Alright alright how about I sleep on the couch and you can have my bed?" The dirty blond says.

"Yeah I don't care I just wanna go to bed so." The smaller says with a sigh. "Okay. Let's go." The taller one says sighing as well.

The younger boy stands up and then unexpectedly picks the brunet up like a baby. George lets him but he of course has to make some smart ass comments first.

"I'm not a baby Clay, my legs work just fine." The smaller says as Clay walks up the stairs.

"I know. You said you were tired though." The taller one says. "Yeah whatever. I have a girlfriend you know." The brunet says.

"You keep saying that. You do know I have a girlfriend right?" Clay says as he lays the boy in his arms gently down.

The brunet's smile falters slightly, not enough for the dirty blond to notice though. "Goodnight Clay." The smaller one is not exactly sure how to respond to his comment about a girlfriend.

"Alright Goodnight George." He says back. His mouth opens as if he was going to say something else but it closes again and the blond is gone from the room with the door closed.

George closes his eyes but all he can think about are the words that came out of the taller's mouth. He has a girlfriend?

Well it wasn't a shock to the brunet that he could get a girl due to his good looks. Something about it was slightly unervering. What about their cuddle session on the couch? Friends didn't just do that did they?

He lay there for hours tossing and turning his mind racing with thoughts. Thoughts of the faceless girl that plagued his mind at this point.

Finally it became too much. The small boy sat up in the bed pulled the covers off himself and slipped out of the bed slowly walking out of the bedroom down the stairs and into the kitchen

Once he reached the room he opened the nearest cabinet and scanned the shelfs looking for glass.

He didn't see any in that one so he moved his hand hovering over the handle to the next cabinet when a voice startled him.