"Hey Clay, hey! That rhymes!" I said, truly proud of myself.
"Hello, Ryy," he smiled up at me the way he always smiled at Hannah.
He was sad, I was too, but Clay hadn't been himself since Hannah's death and I hated seeing him alone and blanking out at random times of the day.
"Let's go somewhere tonight," I suggested, "The Crestmont maybe?"
"I- uh- no, sorry," he said quietly and turned his head away from me.
"Please Clay! I wanna see you smile again!" I pleaded, Clay turned back to me and planted a wide smile on his face as if he had one of those really big mouth guards on.
"This is a smile," he pointed at his incredibly adorable face, I laughed and shook my head.
"No! A real smile! It's really cute when you smile," I grinned nervously.
"Fine, only because you think I'm cute and I've never been called that before," he chuckled and walked away.
"I'll text you!" I shouted at him before he walked out of the doors.
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"You know when you said 'text me' I thought you meant later as in after dinner, not right after school," he frowned as he got into my car.
"I'm full of surprises, my Clay."
"I am not your Clay," he scoffed.
"You've been my Clay since we were babies," I corrected him.
"I'm not your Clay, you're my Ryy." I looked at him for a second then put my eyes back to the road.
Then we were silent, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was quite comfortable silence actually. We just sat in the car breathing and that was it, I guess weird yet comfortable silences come with being friends for so long.
I parked the car in front of Crestmont and unlocked the car doors, except none of us got outside, none of us talked.
I began to open my door when Clay reached over to my side and locked the doors.
"What did you do that for?" I frowned at him.
"I need to tell you something, it's been on my chest for a really long time and if I tell you this please don't make fun of me," he said.
"You still wet the bed?"
"No," he sounded serious, I nodded and gestured for him to keep talking. "I've had the biggest crush on you since we were twelve, actually maybe it was before that, maybe I've liked you since that time we were in day care and that kid knocked over your tower," he rambled on, "I don't know, maybe I've liked you-"
"Maybe you've liked me since I came out of my mother's vagina," I said out of the blue, "shit I said that out loud," I covered my mouth with shock and Clay laughed.
"That might be true," he sighed. "Now that I've got that off my chest, unlock the doors and let's go."
"Wait, Clay," I inhaled deeply and kept my eyes on the wheel, "I like you too, I don't know exactly how long but I've like you for a while, I just thought you liked Hannah so I didn't say anything about it," I said quietly.
"Oh, so we have one more thing in common."
"And what's what?" I asked.
"We both like each other," Clay leaned in a kissed me.
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a/n
Hey! I'm still quiet sick but I'm so happy because I'm gonna be cleaning around the house and getting rid of stuff because my mum has put me in charge of making the house look good and I want to be an interior designer when I'm older so yayyyayyayay
