Love Is Our Chance | DreamNotFound

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"I was wondering if I could hang out with Dream and his friend Sapnap after my studies tomorrow."

Clay smiled to himself as he stared out the classroom window, feeling happy that he got George to get approval from his Father.

George. George Davidson.

Brunette, small, brown eyed older boy, who did not in fact look older. He was so quiet yet so dorky and full of attitude, it made Clay smile just thinking about his new friend.

"Dream!"

The blonde's eyes widened as whipped his head to see Nick walking over to his desk and sitting right beside him.

"H-hey." Clay smiled anxiously, confused as to why he suddenly felt so nervous.

"Heyyy bud." Nick said, smile faltering, "Are you alright? You seem...anxious?"

The blonde shook his head immediately, "Anxious? Pftt no-," He gulped, "I, uh, I got George to ask his Dad to hang out with us today after school."

Nick smiled, "Really? What did he say?"

"He said yes."

The brunette slapped the table in triumph, "Oh thank god, I knew he would." He paused, "I like George, I can tell he's gonna be a good friend."

The blonde rolled his eyes, "That's what you said about Bad but look where that went."

Nick scoffed, "You make it seem like he's not friends with us anymore, you're so dramatic."

Clay looked over at the boy with long brown hair and glasses, playing Pictionary with his friend.

"Well it did hurt when he suddenly started hanging out with Skeppy instead of us."

"They have more in common and their personalities just fit. Yes we were friends with him first but we can't help it if he prefers hanging out with Skeppy." Nick shook his head, "We're still friends with Bad, just not like before." He paused, "Besides I don't think it will be like that with George, he seemed different."

Clay straightened his posture, "Different? How?"

"Well for starters, he doesn't have any other friends, meaning he can't leave us for them."

The blonde slumped back in his seat, "So you're saying that if he does make friends, he'll leave us?"

"Well it is a possibility. Not saying he will though."

Clay shrugged, "I don't know, we'll just have to see I guess."

"Okay boys, could you please open up your spelling books to page 364 and correctly spell the incorrectly spelled words, thanks."

Nick and Clay nodded and cut their conversation short, getting out their spelling books and starting to work.

***

"Five dollars."

Clay groaned, "Ten dollars? Don't you think that's a bit much for a watch?"

"Five dollars." The boy repeated.

"Sam, we're friends, aren't we?" Clay tried negotiating.

"Friends don't attack each other when playing tiggy." Sam said, crossing his arms.

"I thought we all agreed that we would be trying out my version of tiggy."

"Manhunt is what you called the game. Why would anyone want to play a game like that? Dude, it's so dangerous."

Clay sighed, "I know, but it's fun."

Sam tapped his foot on the ground and raised his eyebrow. The watch Clay wanted clutched in his hand.