Skater boy (DNF)

-Nine-

George was sitting on the couch boredly listening to the taller ramble on about some job he applied for at the skating rink.

The brunet was too tired to listen. It was mentally exhausting to be around people for as long as he had.

"Ughhh Clay when are you gonna bring me hoooome." The brunet whines. Clay stops mid sentence looking over at the smaller next to him on the couch.

"I thought you wanted to stay- You didn't say anything this morning- But sure we can leave now." He says standing up from the couch.

"Finally God." The shorter says, standing up as well. They walk towards the front door. Once the pair get there they stop both reaching for different things.

George bends over and puts on his shoes and the taller grabs his keys throwing on a pair of flip flops.

Clay wordlessly walks out of the house, the brunet following close behind him.

They reach a blue honda and George opens the passenger door and climbs in. "You're things that I bought you are in the trunk." The blond says climbing into the car and buckling. The smaller doesn't bother to. Clay turns on the car and glances over at the shorter.

"Hey love, can you buckle?" The blond boy asks, placing his hand on the smaller's thigh. "Shut up You're not allowed to call me that. And move your hand weirdo."

The taller complies but is surprised that George hadn't said anything about how that was exactly what Karl did last time they were in the car.

"For real. You should buckle. I don't want you to die." Clay pushes.

"For real, It's only gonna be a few minutes, why bother." The brunet replies. "George. Your life's on the line. Seatbelts save lives okay? Just buckle if not for me then for Karl." The taller says in a stern tone frightening the smaller a little but he's not gonna give in that easily.

"It's not like I wanna live anyways." He shrugs looking out the window of the non moving car.

"George! Buckle for fucks sake! I'm not bringing you home till you buckle!" The taller yells.

"Fine." George grumbles out pulling the seat belt over himself angrily.

The taller pulls out of the driveway leaving the rest of the car in silence. After a few minutes Clay can't handle the suffocating silence so he turns on the radio.

Turn the radio on dancin to a pop song

His favorite singer's voice rings through the air.

Fuck it I love you

Clay begins humming the melody of the song. It had caught the smaller attention slightly. He was listening to the words.

Fuck it, I love you

It was an interesting song.

The song continued as the car turned onto the shorter's street.

As soon as the car pulls into George's driveway the song ends.

I really do

"Okay by-" Clay starts to say but the brunet is already out of the car going around to the trunk of the car.

He pulls on it but it's locked.

"Bitch! Open your trunk!" George yells out not even sure if the boy had heard him.

"Okay first of all I'm not a bitch. Second of all, it is open." The taller says sending shivers down the smaller's spine feeling the blond's hot breath on his neck.