Love Is Our Chance | DreamNotFound

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"So, what do you guys wanna talk about?" Nick asked as he sat down on his orange stool.

"Hmm I don't know." George muttered as he reluctantly sat down in his blue seat.

"Wanna talk about girls?" Nick asked, smiling mischievously.

Clay smiled but watched George silently, looking for any sign of...interest.

"Hmm I don't know, I haven't really seen any girls around." George shrugged, "Maybe cause I'm always at home or with you guys."

"Well do you wanna see some?" Nick asked and took a sip of his coke.

"Huh?"

Clay frowned at his sudden interest to go see other some random girls, they weren't that special.

"Well there's a flap in the fence in the backyard of the house. It shows the backyard of these girls who are really pretty." Nick smiled widely.

"How old are they?"

"Probably like sixteen or older."

George looked repulsed, "Wait a minute, you creep on older girls through the fence?"

Nick rolled his eyes, "It's not like I watch them get dressed or anything weird, I just watch them practise their dance routines."

"Oh."

"Yeah, calm down buddy."

Clay shook his head, "I don't get your obsession with watching those girls, they aren't even that good looking and they suck at dancing-,"

"Why you such a hater for Dream? They're not ugly and them dancing is just fun to watch."

Clay sighed and turned to George, "Want do you think?"

The brunette shrugged, "I don't know, I feel like I have to see it to have an opinion."

Nick smiled widely, "Okay, come on." He excitedly got off his seat and ran outside the house.

Clay and George looked at each other before the brunette grabbed onto Clay's wrist, forcing him to come along. The blonde looked down at George's grip on him and rolled his eyes, feeling a burning sensation spread across his face.

"Here." Nick whispered as he peaked through the flap.

George let go of Clay's wrist and squat down to see what Nick was talking about. Clay was tall enough to look over the fence so he peaked over, just enough to see.

"What are they doing?" George asked in disgust.

"They're dancing, well, practising how they're going to dance when they go to parties."

"They look like dying cows."

Clay chuckled, "See! I told you-,"

Nick rolled his eyes, "Whatever. You two idiots can go back inside I guess, I'll stay here for a bit longer." He smiled to himself and leaned forward, pressing his face right against the fence. 

"Okay." George shrugged and turned around without a second thought, making his way into the house.

"Creep." Clay commented and ran inside, barely missing the swing Nick aimed at his head.

He walked through into the second room and saw George sitting in his chair, eating some chips. The blonde smiled subconsciously as he watched the brunette drape his legs off the armrest and lounge back in comfort.

The brunette looked at the blonde and frowned, "What?"

Clay looked away and swallowed, wondering what he should say.