Rose petals// DNF highschool AU

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CHANGED TITLE AND COVER!!! It used to be Joys Of Foster Care, but now it's Rose Petals. It will make sense in the end.

Words: 1256

SO I wanted to switch it up by adding first person POV to this chapter because I want to see if it's better writing then my 3rd person POV. I honestly just suck at writing so like i'm trying to see what's best.

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It had been a few days since George moved into Clay's house, everything was nice. His parents were nice, his little sister was nice, everything was just perfect now. But it was to hard for George to believe, nothing was ever perfect for long. 

George was in his last class of the day, computer science. He had this class with, Clay, Sapnap, Karl, and a few other people who were in his lunch group. "George, stopp!" Karl whisper yelled, George kept on messing with Karl's keyboard making him mess up on what he was doing. George just giggled and continued to mess with Karl. 

(Clay's POV)

It was hard not to look at the pretty brunette whom was right in front of me. His soft giggles and the way his eyelashes fluttered as he smiled. I had fell head over heels for this boy over the past few weeks, it was hard to believe at first but I had finally came to peace with the feeling. The way he'd scrunch his nose if he was uncomfortable, or the way he flung his hands around when he was excited. What was not to love about him?

As soon as the bell rang I packed my bag and left the classroom, I had just wanted to go home and sleep. I grabbed my car keys from my pocket and headed out the door. There was no breeze or chill that had flew past me, just radiating heat. I unlocked my car and hopped into the driver's seat throwing my bag in the back.

As soon as I started the car the pretty boy hopped in, and he also threw his bag in the back. "Hello," I smiled pulling on my seat belt. "Hi," George spoked in a grumpy voice. I frowned and looked over to him. "What's got you in such a bad mood." George looked at me with a angry face. 

"I lost my favourite ring, and I can't find it." George grunted and looked away from me.

"Why can't you just buy a new one?" I had asked him. It would be a lot simpler if he just bought one similar to it. 

"Piss off, asshole." George turned away and faced the window, fully ignoring me. I had just scoffed and rolled my eyes, looking away to focus on driving us home. What's up his ass today?

(George's POV)

Once Clay had said that I easily  became annoyed. It's called a favourite ring for a reason, you can't replace it with a new because it's not like the last. You can't replace something you love with a different one, because it's not like the first one where it's completely different. So the second he told me to replace it I had become pissed.

The drive home was boring, low music playing in the back. And awkward tension between me and Clay. I hated this feeling, but once we got back I would apologize to him for saying what I said. I didn't mean to say it just kinda happened to be honest. I felt bad for saying that to him. As soon as the car pulled in the driveway I took my seat belt off and reached my hand back to grab my bag and quickly got out of the car.

I walked to the front door and opened it with Clay right behind me, I took my shoes off and rushed up the stairs to my room. As soon as I made it to my room I shut the door. I had changed my mind about apologizing, it was way too embarrassing. I sighed in relief and laid face first onto my bed. 'Comfy' I thought shoving my face further into the pillows. I wasn't tired but I wasn't fully awake either, it was just one particular blonde that was roaming my mind, finding the darkest cracks and brightening them up.

I had just sighed, I pulled out my phone and just decided to scroll through twitter. As I shut my phone off a soft knock was planted on my door. I stood up from my bed and went to the door opening it with a click. It was Clay standing there with a dumb crooked smile on his face. I smiled and scoffed. "Hey, uhm, can I come in?" He had asked. I opened the door all the way before moving to the side to let him in, he walked in and sat in my gaming chair. I gently closed the door facing Clay with a questioning look on my face. 

"What do you need?" No anger or attitude came out of my voice, just pure curiosity. "I wanted to say sorry for earlier, I'm sorry if I pissed you off." He looked at me, sadness laced into his raspy voice.

"No, no, I'm sorry for being an asshole I should have never said those things to you. I know it was just a ring and all but I just- I don't know" I looked down to the ground feeling heat rise to my cheeks. This was so embarrassing.

Clay got up from my chair and walked up to me, without warning he grabbed my chin. "I will help you find it tomorrow, ok?" I nodded and looked away from his glistening eyes. I just really wanted to kiss him, so badly.

"Hey, I need to tell you something George." I then looked into his eyes once again. "Yes?" He never let go of my chin.

"I really, really like you George, but it's ok if you don't feel the same" My eyes then widened and my cheeks burned and I turned into a tomato. "I'm so sorry if I made you uncomforta-" before he could say anything else I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. It took a moment for him to realize, but as soon as he did he pushed himself further onto my lips. grabbing my waist gently. We both pulled apart a string of saliva still connecting us.

"So do you like me back?" Dumb question for a smart boy.

"Stupid boy." I then pressed my lips back onto his for a moment before pulling away. "Yes, of course I like you back," I smiled and pulled him in for a hug. 

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Clay questioned, I pulled away and smiled. "Yes, I will be your official boyfriend." He then pressed his lips against mine for a quick kiss. Even though his parents were my legal guardians and he was supposed to be my brother, I could care less. 

We spent the rest of the day baking sweet treats with Clay's little sister, Drista. It was fun even though we made a mess all over the kitchen due to a flour fight. But hey it wasn't my fault it was Clay's...

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So uhmm... This is cringe yeah I know, but bare with me. It's so difficult to find time to write. But I'm being serious this time when I say the next few days will be nothing but writing. Seriously!