Love Is Our Chance | DreamNotFound

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"Shit!"

Clay stared judgementally at the boy looking back at him. His hair messy and his face scratched. His clothes were muddy and wrinkled, shoes that were once white had no speck of white on them anymore. The worst part of all was that on his face was a bruise so big that it was impossible to look past.

"Shit." He muttered to himself and tried to fix his hair, the person looking back at him did the same.

He walked up closer to the window and looked at his eye up close. It was purple and painful. Thankfully, the older boy didn't hit Clay square in the eye. He tried opening it and succeeded but only just. It wasn't too swollen. He hated how it looked but he was thankful it wasn't worse.

The blonde looked around for something, anything, to cover the bruise up. He didn't want Mr Davidson to think he was too much of a troublemaker to be hanging around his son.

Clay spotted a few kids playing on the street, laughing and chasing each other around. He looked around the kid's area and saw a hat lying lazily on the pavement, placed down there so it wasn't a bother to the kid while they were running. The blonde sighed and walked over to the pavement. He kept walking, making sure no one was watching him, and using the front of his shoe he hooked it underneath the cap and flicked it up, catching it in his hand.

He played it on his head swiftly, speed walking away just in case he was caught, "The things I do for my friends." He muttered and headed off to the Davidson residence.

***

* Knock * Knock *

A pair of footsteps thud down the hall and came to a halt just in front of the door. The doorknob rattled impatiently and the door flung open.

George stood on the other side, there was a scowl and a red tint on his pale cheeks, "You're late."

Clay sighed and tipped the front of his hat over his face more, worried that George would notice the damage on his face, "I'm sorry George, I got a bit caught up at school."

The brunette rolled his eyes, "Whatever, just make sure it doesn't happen again. What were you doing anyway to be this late?" He put his shoes on and looked around outside, "Where's Sapnap?"

Clay opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Mr Davidson.

"George?"

The man came into view. His eyes dull, with light bags underneath them. Creases between his brows showing that he wasn't very happy.

"Dream's here, Dad." George said and stood up after tying his shoelace.

"Oh...hello Dream." The man greeted then paused, "Are you okay? You seem so...tired?"

"What-, No!" Clay said a bit too loudly, "I'm fine, the hat is just to shield the sun from my face."

"I didn't say anything about the hat Dream...," Mr Davidson frowned, "I meant your posture, you seem so tired by the way you're standing."

"Oh." Clay muttered, "Well yeah you could say that, it was a long day at school."

"Are you fine enough to be taking my son to wherever god knows you two go?"

"Dad-,"

"Yes, I'm positive Mr Davidson." He showed him his watch, "I even got this to make sure I get your son home on time."

George smiled happily at his friend and faced his Dad, "See, we're good."

Mr Davidson stared at the watch on the blonde's wrist and let a chuckle escape his lips, "Okay, it seems like you are fine enough to take my son to wherever, my apologies."