Skater boy (DNF)

-Fifteen-

The blond wakes up and looks over to his left to see the floor. He sighs memories of the night before flooding into his brain.

The smaller had ultimately kicked him out of his bed, but Clay respected that.

His back ached from the poor support of the couch. The boy sits up and twists his abdomen, the sound of bones cracking sounding through the empty room.

The blond climbs off the couch and walks out of the living room into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a small thing of yogurt.

Not sure if George wanted anything.

The taller looks at the time; ten thirty four.

He sighs and munches on some yogurt cleaning up any mess he made before going down the halls up the stairs and knocking on the brunet's door.

Getting no response Clay pushes the door open to see the smaller laying in bed breathing peacefully.

"George.." He says softly, reaching out and stroking the soft pale cheek.

"Mmmmmm." The shorter moans out, his eyes fluttering open beautifully.

"Clay..Come back to bed. Five more minutes.." George says looking up at the taller. "George.. I want to go skating, please get up." Clay says, stroking his cheek more.

"We can go skating laterrr Come back to bedd and sleep more." The smaller whines.

"George, we can't stay in bed all day. Come on, I'll make you whatever you want for breakfast." The blond says sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"You know what I want for breakfast?" George asks, sitting up.

"No, what do you want?" The taller asks, suspiciously.

"Sleep!" The brunet groans, throwing himself back onto the bed.

"Listen George, Let's go before I drag you outta bed by your hair." The blond says sternly and that seems to get the smaller going.

"Fine, fine, but I'm not wearing anything special, I'm going in sweatpants, and a sweatshirt," George says, climbing out of the bed.

"That's fine. I don't care what you wear." Clay responds standing up. The brunet rolls his eyes and picks up a few pieces of clothing and walks out of the bedroom leaving the taller all alone.

He sighs happily that he finally got the smaller out of bed. The blond decides to let his OCD take over as he starts to clean up the bedroom, folding clothes and putting them in the drawers neatly, and other things.

George walks into the bedroom once the taller was almost done cleaning the room with wet hair and a new set of clothes on.

"What are you doing?" The smaller asks with a scoff.

"Cleaning." The blond responds with a hum, fixing the sheets on the bed. Sighing satisfying as he looked at the finally clean room.

"Well less for me to do later." The smaller says walking over to the taller with a smile.

"Yeah." Clay chuckles.

"Mmhmm. Come on, let's go." George responds, grabbing the blond's arm.

"George... What about breakfast?" The taller questions cocking his eyebrow.

"It's fine I'm not super hungry." The shorter says, tugging Clay's arm towards the door. The blond chuckles in return and the two walk together through the house and to the front door.

They get on their shoes and drive quickly to the roller dome.

Once they get inside the pair goes over to the counter and rent out some skates and put them on. Once they are both skate hand in hand over to the concession counter to say hi to Wilbur.