Sadly ever after Dnf AU

Meet!

He looked nervous but proud. He walked into the lunchroom and got his food but... he didn't know where to sit.

He just stood their nervously looking around for a seat.

I was sitting alone like always. I didn't talk to anyone at all. I was the quiet kid. My name is George.

Suddenly Clay walks by and... notices George. A quiet kid you say?  He thought to himself.

I remain in my seat just messing with my food, like always I'm not even sure if I'm gonna eat it.

Clay walked over to George and... sat right next to him. "Hey..." Clay spoke softly.

I don't speak back.

Clay stayed silent and just quietly sat there. He couldn't help but smile though. He isn't speaking? he thought to himself.

I remain silent.

Weird... Clay thought. "You alright there?" He asked.

I then got up and dumped my tray leaving the lunchroom. Now your just alone at a table, as people kinda laughed at you for 'not making friends' which I didn't know would happen once I walked off.

Clay watched confused, wondering exactly why he just walked off. Well that was that! He thought. At least I tried to be nice, he thought as he continued his lunch alone.

Timeskip and lunch is over and Clay feels incredibly lonely now. Its now time for class.

I walk into class and take my seat, alone. In the far back, the spot nobody really pays attention too.

Suddenly Clay walked over and sat next to George. "Hey...." Clay said softly.

"..." This time I can't really avoid you, but I just still dont speak..

Clay was getting pretty annoyed...

I gotta try something else. He decided.

He then picked up a piece of paper and wrote on it, "hey, why don't you talk?" and passed it to George?

"I dont like too." He writes back on the paper and slides it back to you.

Clay wrote back to him... "why?" and slid it back.

"accent." He writes, and slides back.

"Do you have a speech impediment?" Clay asks writing back.

"no" i write

"Wait a second? Are you deaf?" Clay asked in written text.

"no?" George writes back

"Do you have some type of social anxiety?" Clay wrote.

"sure, but I also don't like speaking because I get made fun of."

Clay wrote... "Wait, why do you get made fun of? Your accent?"

"yeah" George writes back

Clay writes... "Why? Does it sound British or something?"

"yeah i moved here from London" he writes, sliding the paper back to Dream.

Clay writes... "Huh, I don't really find that funny. I find it kind of cool actually."

"youd be the first" George writes back. Then he outs his pen down.

Clay writes... "I don't get why people find it funny. Can you try speaking?"

George looks at the paper and then folds it up, not responding anymore as he just lays his head down on his desk.

Atleast Dream tried.

He's probably having a rough day, so I'll leave him alone. Clay thought to himself.

Time skip to the next day.

I walk into class and take my usual seat in the empty back again.

Clay walks over and sits right beside George like last time. "Hello...." Clay spoke up this time. Maybe he didn't hear me last time. Clay thought as he spoke to him.

I'm completely surprised Dream is even back, and trying to talk to me again, no one ever tries this hard.

I glance up at him and wave with my fingers a bit.

He waved, that's a first Clay thought to himself.

"How are you?" Clay spoke up. "Do you remember me from yesterday?" He asked.

I nod

Okay, we are getting somewhere Clay thought to himself. "My name is Clay." He spoke up. "And yours is George, right?"

I nod..

"What did you have for breakfast?" Clay asked trying to start a conversation.

I don't respond.

"Okay..." Clay said awkwardly. Maybe he is just having a bad day again. He thought to himself. Do I give up completely on him? Or keep trying Clay thought to himself.

".."

Clay just sat there silent, wondering what to do next? What should I say next? He asked himself.

I stay all cozy in my oversized hoodie that give me hoodie paws, but most importantly cover my body.. and wrist.

Hoodie paws? Those are so cute!  Clay thought to himself. This guy is really mysterious. I wonder what makes him so shy.

But theres so much you don't know about him.