George's POV:
"Wear something on top" I laugh.
"No it's hot" Clay says with a smile.
"Then why am I cold?" I wasn't actually cold if clay wouldn't wear something on top I would soon have nose bleed.
"I don't know your just different" he pulls me closer to him. I try to get out of this grip and I do I almost roll out of the bed before Clay stops me from falling. "What are you doing?" He laughs at me.
I gently smile at him at he laughs at me more. "What are you really doing?" He asks me again. "I wanna be on the floor" I tell him.
He giggles and pulls me closer to him "no you don't" we got quiet for a second no one said anything until I got scared from Clay's look. He looked deeply in my eyes. "Now I really wanna move to the floor" I say as I pull away from him.
He smiles and pulls me back "your not leaving me and your not going to sleep on the floor" then again we had our silence moments until Clay started to run up his hands underneath my shirt and tickle me.
As I felt his hands underneath my shirt I knew I would be dead the in the next few seconds.
"NO NO NO!" I shouted "STOP!" i almost felt like crying from all the shouting and laughing. But he didn't stop tickling me.
"PLEASE CLAY STOPP!!" I cried out. I hate when people tickle me.
"I hate you so much" I wiped my tears until I released that Clays hands were still under my shirt. "Your not gonna take your hands off me?" I ask looking at him with confusion.
His hands were still cold so they gave me shivers.
He told me 'no' so tried to remove them from me but it didn't work "why are you so strong" I asked him wondering if I'm weak or Clay glued his hands to my body.
"I go in rugby" I heard him say proudly. "What and you didn't tell me?" I freaked out. He just gently smiled again. "Come on when can I watch your game?" I ask with joy because I believe that I can just watch his play right?
"Yeah sure I mean it starts next week and you could come on watch me" he said. "Yaaay!" I was
Filled with joy. I could go and watch. I yawned a few seconds after I happily said 'yay'
"Aww is someone tired?" He giggled and pulled a blanket over me. "Yeah I am" i snuggled under the blanket. Not a minute later Clay joined me and snuggled with me in the same bed and underneath the same blanket. I felt amazing having him next to me.
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The hard story
Não FicçãoIt all started when George was a 17yr old kid who started to go to a different school he didn't have many friends, but at the first day at his new school he made a bunch of friends and kind of a very nice and flirty guy and then after time they got...
