Skater boy (DNF)

-Ten-

Clay was laying in his bed overthinking his last interaction with the brunet. Why had he done that? What had come over him? It was all frustrating.

His phone rang. Whoever it was he didn't want to deal with them right now. The boy let it ring till it inevitably stopped.

He sighed heavily. A soft knock was heard on the door. The blond only groaned in response. "Clay..? Need some company? You've never stayed in your room alone this long. We could go to the skating rink?" His little sister's voice rang through the once silent air.

The taller was grateful for his sister. She was the reason he did a lot of things. He thought about her offer.

"Mmm yeah sure we could go skating." Clay says climbing out of bed, taking Drista's small hand into his own.

"Okay. Think your boyfriend's gonna be there?" The girl says giggling as the two walk out the front door and up to Clay's blue car.

"Drista... You know he has a boyfriend. Besides he doesn't like me anyway he made that very clear." The blond says letting go of his sister's hand, opening the door for her and then walking around the front climbing into the driver seat.

The girl in the passenger side is gigging hysterically while buckling.

"What?" The taller asks turning on his car.

"You said he doesn't like you but you didn't deny you like him." She says.

"Okay, okay, I like him but as a friend to be clear." Clay says pulling out of the driveway.

"Yeah mmhmm. Can I have the aux?" Drista says. "Sure here." The blond says handing his sister his phone.

She scrolls through the playlists till she finds one titled 'George my beloved', sending her down another spiral of laughter.

"What?" The taller asks.

"Wh- Why do you have a playlist named George my beloved?!" She yells laughing. A notification pops up. Drista read it quickly.

'Hey Clay can I tell you something?' It was from someone named Callahan. The girl ignored it and clicked play on the playlist.

The moon is high like your friends were the night we first met

Of course this song was on his playlist.

It continues on until they reach the roller rink. Once they pull into the parking lot they walk hand in hand into the roller dome that's mostly empty, spare a few people.

Wilbur's working at the concession stand per usual. Clay goes and gets himself and his sister skates and as the man behind the counter left to go get the skates something catches the corner of the blond eye.

"Uh wait here Drista I'll be right back." He says to his sister who nods in response.

The tall boy walks quite angrily towards the pair he saw.

"Karl! What the fuck!" Clay yells grabbing the neck of the brunet's shirt who has a terrified look on his face. "Hey hey leave him alone!" The other boy screams.

"I'm not gonna leave him alone! What the fuck! Does George know?" The blond yells in the brunet's face.

"Of course not, that's what cheating is. You probably fucked him anyways." The smaller says crossing his arms.

"Okay! This is ridiculous! I'm fucking calling him right now." The taller yells, tightening his grip on Karl's shirt.

"Don't you dare douche bag!" Nick yells, grabbing the blond's wrist. "Oh so I catch you making out with someone's boyfriend and I'm the douche bag?!" Clay yells more causing the grip on his wrist to loosen.