George woke up with a bit of a...he doesn't really know what, but happiness?
He isn't sure why really.
He and Clay had gotten a lot closer, and even if he usually doesn't get too close to people, he has this time.
Something about the other drags him closer like a magnet to medal.
He didn't mind though, he soaked it in.
Plus, the weird envelopes stopped showing up, and the odd rent payments and whatever had also stopped showing up.
However it may seem like it's not a good thing, it was a good thing for George's mental health.
Whatever had been going on was taking a huge toll on his head, he had no idea how to react to it, and so he was feeling, well, basically everything.
Although, it seemed things were going back to normal!
A new job, a carefree feeling when he woke up, the air seemed nice again, it seemed clear in his lungs when he inhaled just like it used to.
Finally he felt better, he felt normal again.
//
He woke up to the sound of his alarm.
He groggily rolls over and shuts it off with a slam of the side of his fist, groaning as he stretched his back out.
He smiled at the sun peaking through his curtains, the beams bringing small dust particles through with it.
He admired the rays before sitting up, allowing the material of his bedsheets to pool around his waist as he slowly took in his surroundings.
He took in a deep, long breath and released it.
He finally stood from his bed, shifting through his room to his closet where he got ready for work.
Today, they got to redeem themselves with Lovejoy.
He was beyond excited, Dream had gotten him into their music, and the thought of meeting them inperson had him giddy enough to skip through his house after he got ready.
His stroll to work seemed quicker. Along his path he noticed the same ant hill he had seen months before, and for a moment he thought about kicking it.
He wasn't sure why he wanted to, something about the fact that he had gotten an infestation of ants just a few months prior, and now they're out here on his side walk.
He decided against it, instead, he tore them a peice of his toast off and laid it on their ant hill.
Not only did he get to see Lovejoy, Clay and Niki! But he ALSO fed some ants.
He mentally patted himself on the back for being the bigger person.
Literally.
He slipped his headphones in, he'd gotten really into Wilburs singles.
He'd been listening to your city gave me asmtha a lot latley, and he enjoyed it no matter what time of the day.
However, he turned on the Beatles, turned them on shuffle and let their music decide his mood.
Hopeful, upbeat, and happy.
He decided he'd be like Lucy in the Sky today, besides the being high part.
He opened the big glass door, and he was immediately met by the cool air and fresh lemon of the lobby.
He smiled, greeting Niki who had a coffee waiting for him giving her a soft hug before he made his way to the elevator.
Reaching the top floor, Clay was already there.
Today, he was in all black skinny jeans, a ripped band shirt (he thinks it's kiss, but it's faded way too much to tell). that hangs off his shoulder slightly.
A metal chain on his hip, one around his neck too, and combat boots.
He smiled at the other as he walked in, finishing up what he needed set out to get the band ready when they arrived.
“Morning George!” he greeted the other as George took a stand beside him to take his equipment out of his backpack.
“Goodmorning Clay! you seem extra happy today” he commented, eyes on the dimples poking from the others cheeks as he set out different makeups across the surface.
“Welllll nice of you to tell.” he added with a tilt to his voice after, “Because I am happy today!” he giggled, lightly kicking George's calf as he picked his tripod out of his bag.
“Does it have to do with a certain band we see today?” he teased, smiling as he carried the tripod away and set it up Infront of the white background they had set out.
“Mmmm, maybe.” he replied, “or maybe it's you. but you stink, so it's probably not”
“I stink? me?” he turned to catch the others eye swiftly before he looked back to the table and giggled, George could see his shoulders bounce.
“Wow clay. we've been friends for months, I thought you loved me” he pretended to pout, and clay returned with a scoff.
“You wish I loved you huh?” he turned to the other, a smile displayed on his lips. “Youll do I guess”
“What! i am the BEST at what I do. i even convinced Lovejoy to come back!” he argued and the other rose his eyebrow. “Okay well, me and Sapnap” his other eyebrow rose. “Fine Sapnap did but still”
“Thats what I thought” he laughed softly, making his way to the rack where their clothes were hung for the set. “Will you make sure Niki is ready? they'll be here in ten”
“Yeah of course”
//
The shoot went awesome, obiviously.
The photos turned out amazing, beautiful, whatever.
They got to talk to the band, and they complimented how sweet George was, and when Clay was in the bathroom George got an autograph for him.
It went so much better than the last time the band had been there, and he was so happy that he could make this time better than the last.
“Be careful you guys!”
“We will! Have an amazing night you two” Wilbur smiled, he was the last to exit the room, closing the door behind himself softly.
“What are these?”
“I got us autographs” George replied and Clay squeeled.
//
Things were awesome really, there was no tention at this place, work was easy and nice.
But just as his luck sky rocketed again, it fell.
It started with him tripping and hurting himself, bruising his knees or cutting his hand open on something, and then it turned into more extreme things.
Barley missing cars when crossing the road, he had something fall from a shelf and almost hit him on the head.
It was like the universe was playing with him.
A game of false security, just to turn it on him when he felt like he was safe.
He was terrified really, and when he told Clay about it, Clay seemed horrified.
Almost scared.
Well of course he'd be scared for his friend.
Right?
//
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