walks // dreamnotfound

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Clays pov

I admire his beautifulness as he states into the distance.

He pulls the hoodie sleeves over his hands and goes back to hugging his knees.

"What do you draw?" I ask, he shrugs, "why do you care?" He says, "why don't you stop being a bitch and just let me be nice to you" I say, he smiles.

"I'm sorry if you just don't like my personality?" He says moving his eyes to me.

"I never said I didn't like your personality, I actually like bitches, all types" I say, he laughs, "I could not say the same" he says, "your gay?" I say, he doesn't answer, "I don't care George" I whisper smiling at him, "girls are weird" he says.

I laugh, "some are" I answer.

He stares at me, studying my face, a peice of his hair falls infront of his eyes making him look like a prince from a fairy tale kinda.

I reach over, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as I brush the peice of hair away from his eyes.

He opens them again and looks back at the river.

"Do you come here daily?" I ask, he nods slowly, "why?" I ask already knowing a little off of what karl said before.

"Becauee I like it" he lies.

"There must be some other meaning?" I whisper, "no, there isn't other then it the only thing that calms me" he says.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks the time.

"I have to go" he says, "where?" I ask, "friends  I said I'd stay" he says standing and giving the towel to me.

"Do you want me to walk with you back to wherever your going?" I ask taking my towel, he thinks for a second, "if you want" he shrugs.

I smile, "I'll be right back"

George's pov

I wait for him to come back.

I feel different around him.

I pull out my phone and call Wilbur, "hey" Wilbur says, "hey, I'm probably gonna be late" I say, "that's fine, Tommy and tubbo are here if you can't hear them arguing over a game in the background" Wilbur laugh, I laugh too, "ok bye" I say, "byee" Wilbur says and I hang up.

I put my phone in my 0ocket as clay walks over with his stuff.

We begin to talk as we walk along the back, I'm still barefoot, so is clay.

I feel something sharp under my foot, I stop, glass.

I wince as I stop and lift my foot up into my hand, clay stops, "What'd you step on?" He asks, "glass probably" I answer, he walks over to me being careful where he steps and he lifts me over the other pieces of small glass.

He sits down on a large rock, "give me your foot" he says, I sit down and lift my foot, he pulls it on his lap.

He places one of his hands on my shin and the other on my foot as he runs his finger over where the glass is.

My breath hitches, he picks at it a little and I wince.

I hold his arm tightly and rest my head on his shoulder catching him a little off guard.

He grabs hold of he glass and pulls on it, I sqeeze his arm, "done" he whispers, he holds the peice of glass in his hand.

I look at where the glass was in my foot.

It aches and there's a litte blood.

"Thank you" I whisper.

He wipes the blood from the little cut on my foot, I move my leg off him and get my shoes, I begin to put them on, same with clay.

Then we begin to walk again.

"How old are you?" He asks, "24" I answer, "you?" I ask, "23" he answers.

I laugh a little, "imagine being younger then me" I smile up at him, "imagine being way shorter then me" he laughs, I punch him lightly on the arm.

He laughs more.

"Shut up" I laugh.