Love Is Our Chance | DreamNotFound

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"Are you alone?" Daryl asked as he sat down on one of the stools.

"Yeah, the rest of my family had things to do today." Clay said and poured some milk for his friend to have with the cookies.

"Ooooh cookies, don't mind if I do." Daryl smiled and wiggled his fingers before taking one.

"Bro, how is your house so clean?" Nick asked as he walked around the living room, "Like every time I come over, I'm shocked how neat it is. You live with five other people...,"

Clay shrugged and threw a tea towel at Nick, "I don't know, my Mom cleans, but so does my Dad."

Daryl's eye widened, "Your Dad cleans?"

"Yeah, he does. He doesn't like the idea of my Mom doing everything when they both live in this house." Clay put the milk in the fridge, "I'll be back, I just need to get something quickly."

"Hurry up dude, it's already five thirty-two, we were meant to be at the fair at five thirty."

Clay hummed in response and walked slowly to his room, wanting to slow them down as much as possible.

He didn't want to see George.

Just letting Daryl and Nick into his house was a difficult job. He wanted to be alone, he wanted to think things over.

"Dream, is it okay if I leave the dishes in the sink?" Daryl called out to him.

"Yeah, sure." The blonde said.

He put on a mint green vest over his light, black sweater. He brushed down his beige slacks and put the watch he got for his birthday a few years back on his left wrist.

"Dream, do you have coins?" Nick asked and walked in the blonde's room, "What the-,"

Handkerchiefs and candy wrappers littered the floor. More clothes than usual were piled up in the back-right corner and his bed was left unkept.

"What's taking everyone so long?" Daryl questioned and joined his friend, "We need to go like right no-, what the muffin? DREAM!?"

"Why the fuck is it so messy? What's with all the handkerchiefs on the floor." Nick paused, "Wait, Dream, have you been crying?"

The blonde closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Just wait out there, I'll get the coins and we can leave soon."

"What? That's not what we asked." Nick raised his voice and walked over to his friend, "You're gonna fucking tell me why you've been crying-,"

"Sapnap." Daryl said sternly and took his friend by the shoulders, leading him to the front room, "Dream is going to get the coins and we can go."

Clay watched them walk out of his room with a guilty conscience. He scolded himself for not cleaning his room before.

"Bad!? Aren't you worried? He hasn't talked to us for two fucking days and we literally saw that he had been crying-,"

Clay felt his stomach drop as he listened to the conversation. He opened his closet and got out five dollars from his piggy bank.

"Of course I'm worried, but there's a flipping reason he hasn't told us!" Daryl whisper-yelled.

"Well what do you think it is?" Nick asked, then paused, "He can probably hear us...,"

"Yeah, we're not quiet-,"

Clay took three deep breaths, in through his nose and out his mouth before walking out of his room, pretending like he didn't hear them, "Ready to go?"

Both boys looked at him with suspicious stares but nodded.

"Good." The blonde said and put his brown boots on, "Let's go then."