Signed /Dream Team/

66

Anastasia had work today. So when she left, I called George just like I promised I would and told him that I was free and ready to meet up.

I don't know why I just made a big deal out of it as if the meeting was something lifechangingly important. The reality of it was me walking to the house so we could talk. That's it.

I wanted to go up by the elevator cause it looked like it was finally fixed, but then changed my mind just to be sure. I don't think I'll be able to survive even a minute if it breaks again - I'm claustrophobic.

So I walk up the 9 floors, knock on the door, and wait till George opens it. He doesn't take too long.

"Hi," stepping back to let me enter, George looks nervous.

"Hey," I take off my jacket and start looking around. It's questionably quiet in here, "Nick's not home?"

"He's in his room," as George takes my jacket and hangs it, I make my way to their room.

I was still thinking about yesterday and how Nick told me he misses me, so the first thing I wanted to do was to see him.

"What's up-" I was about to say his name but then found him asleep on the bed.

I shut my mouth immediately and try to close the door as silently as possible, but he jumps awake.

"Clay?" He blinks a few times, eyes barely opening from how fast he reacted.

"Hey! Go back to sleep, I'll be here," I feel guilty for waking him up, but he just looks so happy that I'm here.

"No, I'm okay, I slept enough!" He jumps down from the bunk bed, barely keeping his balance as he walks towards me and spreads his arms.

He wants a hug, which is a little weird, but I don't question it. I know he's clingy when he's sleepy, and I also know that he missed me.

He'll pull away any second now.

Any minute now.

I start patting his back awkwardly, and still, no response.

I didn't want to push him away, but even George was already in the room looking at us weirdly, "Alright, buddy," I give his back two more pats, with more force this time. Still, nothing, "Nick?"

I try to push him away gently, but he feels so heavy. So I try pushing harder, thinking he's jokingly being extra clingy, but he jumps.

He jumps.. awake.

"Were you sleeping?" I laugh in disbelief. He looks around confused and starts rubbing his eye.

"The idiot hasn't been sleeping for days now," George joins the conversation, and turns his gaze to Nick, "that's what happens when you don't listen to me."

"You say that as if it wasn't the light of your PC keeping me awake, dickhead," Nick rolls his eyes.

"You could've slept anywhere else, all of the rooms were free."

"And you could've sucked my dick and shut the fuck up-"

"Alright," I cut Nick off before it can turn into a fight, and George just grunts in annoyance and goes to the living room.

I missed this, but I also didn't.

We follow him and take our seats around the table. Then suddenly, George takes out an envelope and puts it on the table.

"I spoke to the person Nick signed the papers with, told them we changed our minds and don't want to take the house for the next 6 months, and they agreed to give us our money back," the paper slides to the edge of the table underneath his fingers, "I think- I mean, we thought, Anastasia should have the money."

Oh.

I look back and forth between Nick and George and get no further explanations from their facial expressions. And I don't know how to react to this.

I take the envelope, move it in my hands for a bit before putting it back on the table.

"Where are you gonna live?" I ask and regret the phrasing of my sentence at the exact time I see the terror on Nick's face.

"Aren't you with us..?" He raises his brows.

I take in a breath, looking away from his face. I didn't think this is what the conversation was going to be about. I didn't even get to make a decision.

Fuck it.

"Where are we gonna live?" I correct myself.

A small smile appears on George's face, and his shoulders slope down in relief. When he starts speaking again, I can hear way more confidence and way less tension in his voice.

"I was thinking maybe we could go to Florida? Stay in your house for a while until we find a more suitable place."

And it sounds like he had it all planned.

Anastasia wanted to go back to Florida. I hate that I'm thinking about her when it's supposed to be about us three, but if she were to stay here, I don't think my answer to George's idea would be the same as it is now.

"Yeah. Sounds good," I nod, smiling as I see them both straighten their backs excitedly.

"We can start over," Nick speaks, "our channels were doing really good, we should continue making content- and we'll finally be together! With no more drama! Just the three of us like we always wanted!"

Both George and I look down at the table after Nick's words. The difference between our reactions compared to his is so noticeable that he speaks again.

"Aren't you guys happy?"

I wait for George to answer, actually curious about the reason behind his reaction. I don't see any reason why he should be sad. As far as I know, the only thing bothering him was the probability of me choosing Anastasia over them.

And I won't lie and say I didn't think about that. I thought about it way too many times during these few days, and if I went with my heart, I'd choose to stay with her in a heartbeat. And if I didn't know that she's thinking about coming to Florida as well, maybe going with my heart would be my only option.

"I am happy," George's voice lacks emotion. And his words don't sound convincing at all. It also swirls my thoughts to another direction.

I keep thinking that once her anger wears off, she'll choose George over me - even if she knows that he doesn't feel the same about her. And I'm more than sure that if George actually tries a bit harder in his apologies, she'll actually forgive him.

The only good thing is that George doesn't like her and won't waste his time trying to apologize anymore. And if we move, he'll forget about her and hopefully she'll forget about him.

"I'm happy too," my voice doesn't sound any better than George's in terms of being convincing. But it gets a smile out of Nick.