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Chapter 8: Limo

George POV.

I hated to admit how worried I was as I sat in my window, watching the street while I waited for Clay to arrive. A deep fear boiled up inside of me that he would not turn up, that he was just being nice to me as a joke and was somehow watching me right now and laughing about the fact that I'd been eager to go out with him.

The anxious thoughts continued to plague me as I glanced at the clock. Clay was five minutes late. Could that mean that he wasn't planning on coming? I felt like the thought could kill me. Already waiting in my suit which had been sitting in the back of my wardrobe for months, waiting for the opportunity to be used.

My fingers were tapping against the window frame, while my eyes darted towards any vehicle that passed. None of them stopped near my house though, because none of them were Clay. The blond knows where my house is, so it isn't as if he would get lost.

Maybe he hated the fact that I was so old fashioned, not having a smartphone probably made me seem uncool to him. Or the fact that I overslept when he came over yesterday, maybe he hated the fact that I slept too much.

I hated the fact that I was so eager to go to dinner with a guy who I just met at work a couple of nights ago. It felt so desperate and pathetic, especially after I hadn't been on any dates for years. Every time I did want to go on a date though, people noted the things that sucked about me. I was gay, antisocial, old fashioned, worked in a job where I got hit on a lot, etc.

My eyes lit up when I finally saw a car slowing to a stop in front of my house. I took a step back, so that whoever climbed out couldn't see me watching them awkwardly, but a couple moments later there was a knock on my door. For a moment I was worried, the thoughts running through my mind telling me that it was going to be someone laughing about how I fell for a joke.

Cautiously I started moving, my heart felt like it was beating in my chest when I moved to answer it. I slowly grabbed the handle to open the door before seeing that it was Clay. He was standing there sheepishly and gave me a wary smile as he ran his hand through his hair. “Hi,” he greeted with a smile. “Sorry I’m a bit late.”

“That’s fine.” I responded. “I was starting to get worried that you weren’t going to be coming.”
“Traffic was bad.” He apologised. “It isn’t very easy to drive a limo through London either.”
“Wait, that’s a limo?” My eyes widened as I looked over at the sleek black vehicle. “I’m not good with cars, I thought it wasn’t anything special.”

Clay chuckled. “Yeah, it’s a limo. But before we go anywhere I have this for you.” He passed me a large bouquet of blue flowers which made me smile.
I took a few moments to admire them. “Thank you, they are beautiful.” I beamed at him. “I have a vase that has been in the spare room for the past few months, but they will look perfect in it.”

I hurried off down the hallway to grab it, then I returned and walked through to the kitchen. Clay followed after me as I filled the vase with water before settling the flowers inside, taking a moment to make them look presentable and putting it on the coffee table in the living room. “I think it really brightens up the place.” I hummed.

“Next time I come over I’ll bring you some more flowers to brighten up the place more.” The blond promised. “Now we must go, we don’t want to leave the driver waiting.”
“Of course,” I hurried over to him as he held his hand out for me. The two of us walked out onto the porch and I took a moment to lock the door.

The limo seemed even more flash as I approached with the blond’s arm around my waist. My eyes widened as I thought about how much money Clay spent on this, surely it must have been a fortune. He opened the door for me and I thanked him before climbing inside.

There were comfy leather seats facing each other, enough for at least half a dozen people to sit facing each other. A sliding window separated the back of the limo from the front where the driver sat, and Clay climbed in without saying anything to the woman who was sitting patiently in the front.

But any instructions that Clay had given the woman must have been before he came to get me, since the second he was sitting comfortably facing me the car began driving. I stared out the tinted windows at the houses I passed everyday while Clay silently watched me, a bemused expression on his face.

Most of the things that I needed were within walking distance of my house, so I rarely ever travelled in a vehicle, it was about as rare as someone flying on a plane, or going for holidays on a cruise ship. I mean, my job was a twenty minute walk. The shops where I got my clothes, food, and anything else I needed were half an hour from home. I rarely needed a vehicle.

“So are you feeling excited about the dinner and the auction?” Clay questioned when I turned back to look in his direction.
“I am. It’s been ages since I last ate out. Although I don’t have any money to bid at the auction… if I see something I like of course.” I explained.

“Then I’ll buy you something,” he chirped eagerly. “Some jewellery, or a painting. Just something nice that you’ll like.”
“No need for that,” I smirked with an eye roll. “You inviting me to this event is even more than enough. Then you also hired this limo and gave me those beautiful flowers…”

“What can I say?” He shrugged. “I enjoy spending time with you, George. You are fun, and different to all of the people I put up with on a daily basis.”
“How do you know that I am different? You’ve known me less than a week and you met me at a bar where you got drunk” I asked sassily, relishing in the way Clay blushed slightly.

“Call it having a good instinct.” The blond hummed. “And, for the record, I was not that drunk. I had a total of five drinks. Then I drove home.”
“You drove while you had five drinks?” I laughed. “I didn’t know that you were that much of a rebel.”

“Yeah, I am a total badass.” Clay bragged. The two of us burst into a fit of laughter. The rest of the trip passed by in a flash while we just talked and joked with each other, until something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.

It was a large building, one that I knew was vaguely familiar, possibly from photos in a newspaper I read at some point. The front was brightly lit up in shades of blue and purple, coating the front from the pavement, all the way up to the rooftop in colour. Clay noticed where my attention was and seemed to be staring at the building too.

Another thing that caught my attention was slightly below this. There was a swarm of tightly packed people on the street, accompanied by a lot of camera flashes making it obvious they were reporters. Between the crowd I could make out a walkway, with flashy dressed people walking down it, while occasionally stopping for a photo.

Other limos were stopping in front of the clear path, and they were all of the same design as the one that myself and the blond were in, making it obvious to me that this is where we were going. I cautiously glanced over at Clay, not exactly sure why this extremely public place was where we were, and he smiled softly while taking my hand. “Are you ready to go George?” He questioned.
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Clay... how could you bring poor Gogy to this public place? Can't you see he'd much rather stay home and fuc- watch a movie... Wait nvm George doesn't use technology... stay home and just... exist (I think they did that before the internet and Wattpad existed).