how could i not fall for you? - discontinued.

chapter six.

clay woke up at around eight that morning. he was underneath the covers of his bed, his sheets and comforter neatly laid on top of him.

already knowing who tucked him in, clay prepared himself for a trip to the kitchen.

grabbing his phone and adjusting to the light for a moment, he plugged his headphones in and opened spotify.

clay then snuck into the kitchen, phone in hand.
snatching a pack of blueberry pop tarts, also know as the only good pop tart flavor, clay popped the two pastries into the toaster, already knowing that it was at the perfect setting.

clay spaced out, jumping when he heard the the pop tarts pop out.

slipping on the hardwood floor, clay caught himself with his arm, only a slight bruise from the impact. sadly, the noise woke vincent up, and he rushed into the kitchen, afraid that something happened.

"clay?"

"i'm fine..." clay groaned, taking of his headphones and placing them on the counter along with phone.

"i got scared by the toaster... i'm sorry for waking you up."

"it's fine. i was probably gonna wake up pretty soon anyways. you okay?" vincent replied, rubbing his eyes.

"i'm fine. thanks for caring though. i got a bit of a bruise on my arm from the impact but that's all. nothing too serious."

"are you sure?"

"i'm fine," clay said, finishing the conversation. he grabbed his pop tarts out of the toaster, placing them on a plate and heading over to the couch.

he draped a blanket over his shoulders, plate in his lap.

"may i join you?" vincent asked, a plate of untoasted pop tarts in his hands.

"be my guest." clay said, swallowing his bite of pop tart and lifting the blanket up.

"thanks." vincent replied, sitting next to clay as he draped the blanket over vincent's shoulder.

"it's raining outside." vincent said in a hushed tone.

"how often does it rain in paris? it only happens around november and may here. sometimes in february and march."

"there's no specific time period, but we tend to get a lot of rain in may."

"do you, like the rain?" clay asked.

"as long as i'm not getting soaked. nature's actually been a big interest of mine, even if being a youtuber, minecraft player, and owner of a radio station and podcast doesn't exactly scream it."

"me too. i went on a camping trip once for school. we did a lot of hiking, and it was actually really rainy, but i wasn't bothered by it at all. i kinda wish i could go on one if those trips again."

"maybe all of us could go on a trip like that one day. you know, zak, darryl, you, and me. or just you and me, if you want."

"that would be nice," clay muttered.

there was a moment of silence. neither of the two knew what to say.