Clony One-Shots?

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A/N now the song above is just one of the songs i mentioned in this, and it's also recently became one of my favorite song. But who really cares about that, listen to it, don't listen to it. The choice is yours.

        Clay stared at his feet as he left the school. Everyone just thought he was sad or just lost in thought, which was the case most of the time. But not today, today was just as normal as the rest. He felt happy, which he didn't feel most of the time. Clay kept his head down every time he was happy in public and not with his "friends", he just couldn't risk it. It's like whenever someone sees someone happy in this damned school there either something wrong or it just meant that something bad was going to happen to by someone else's doing. His advice, keep your happiest on the down low, at least around here.

      "Hey Clay." Someone says loud enough to catch Clay's attention, and oh course, and as always. It was him. Tony Padilla, the man of his drea- uhhh his best friend. Just friends. Just. Friends. Heh... "Wanna ride home?" Tony says, gesturing too his car. Before Clay could answer, he looked around, he doesn't know why though, maybe he was looking for someone to stop him. Why did he want to even be stopped? Well, he knew the answer too that. He was always afraid to be to... close to Tony,  mean they are best friends and all, but that's not the close i'm talking about.

    I'm talking about that  kind of close. It's almost as the word close becomes a feeling. The feeling of freedom and yet trapped at the same time. Like you can be yourself around them, but at times or even all the time, you feel like being yourself is wrong. Like you crave to be close to them because they make you feel better, better about yourself and everything surrounding you, but, you know, or at least Clay thought, who ever gets close too me gets hurt, some times even worst... Being that close to some one comes with the perks of being careless, yet the feeling of being in control. No... No, that's not a way to describe it... some people, or at least what some people on the internet said when Clay spent all night searching about it, call it falling in love. Although, that's not what he'll call it, well refused to call it. Wait, here's two words for it (from the courtesy of Clay Jensen):

1)Complicated [kom-pli-key-tid] adjective

        difficult to analyze, understand, explain, etc.

2)Awkward /'ôkwərd/ Adjective 

        causing difficulty; hard to do or deal with.   or.   causing or feeling embarrassment or inconvenience

      Yep there it is. That's more like it. "Yeah, sure." Clay answered after scanning the crowd. Tony chuckles a bit and watched Clay come towards him. Pushing himself off from leaning against his car, he opens up the passenger door for Clay and smiles. "Your chariot awaits." Tony says, standing up straight, tippy toes including. Clay could feel his face warming up as he laughs, once again, looking at the ground too avoid any attention from the other student. Well all the other students besides Tony. He smiles up, well down a bit, at him. Pushing his arm gently but enough to cause him to stumble a bit and actually stand on his feet properly. "You're lucky I walked to school today." Clay says as he went inside the red "chariot."

      Tony only rolled his eyes, closing the door and soon met Clay inside the car. There it goes again. That feeling, the closeness between them both. If Tony wouldn't have started up the car and drove, he might have gotten out of the car. Using some lame excuse he always uses when he finds himself in these kinds of situations with Tony. Hell, if the feeling gets any stronger, Clay might find out how jumping from a moving car feels like.

      "Hey, You okay there Clay?" Tony says, breaking him from what ever trance he was in. "W-What? Yeah i'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" Clay said looking at Tony, which he immediately regretted. His eyes met with Tony's, which were... beautiful. Indescribable if you ask him, well maybe not that. The only way you could put it was... light shining threw a glass of whiskey, it was a golden brown. The perfect brown. There goes Clay again, getting lost in his own thoughts. 

     "Well, I asked you like five minutes ago if you wanted to listen to music and all I got was a grunt." Like I said before, Awkward. I think it was time to try out how jumping out of the car would feel like, either that will kill him or the embarrassment will. Ugh, just get through it. "Oh, sorry I was thinking about stuff. Nothing too serious worry about though." Oh yes it was serious. Just look at his tattoos. Wait, when did he take off his jacket? That doesn't matter at the moment, all you have too straddle that boy and rid-

     "Well, what do you want to listen to? I got..." he glance between the road and the cassette tapes placed in between the boys, "High road, Lately, I love you, Big Troubles, No waves, Just for you-" he carried on too name about a dozen more and as the list carried on, the titles just began to related to Clay's situation more at more. And he calls Skye la bruja. 

    "Big Troubles would be just fine." Clay answers silently, stopping Tony from carrying on with his list. Tony just shrugged, putting it on and going back to driving. Which Clay had realized a while back that he had pasted his house, he didn't mind though, they always did this. Going on drives to unknown places. It calmed them down, got there minds off of things, and most of all, it gave them more time to be with each other. This didn't just go to Clay this time, no, it goes for Tony. Possibly even more than Clay. Tony probably would never admit it but he liked Clay, even felt need to be close to him. It's what calmed him down, made him feel better. Hell, Clay made everything better, in ways he knew Clay would never see. He'll like too keep it this way though, even when he craved it too be the other way most of the time. Clay craved it too, Tony knows that he does, but for now. He wants it to be like this. Peaceful. Where he can enjoy the breeze flowing threw his car window and beside him, being a smiling Clay. It was peaceful... it was just... peaceful. They never wanted this feeling to end, the feeling they cant quite describe, but it was the feeling they felt when they were close.

Personally... I call it falling in love.