Don't Leave Me - Dreamnotfound [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Two

~CLAY POV~

Clay sat in the moving car, head leaned in towards George. 3 hours had passed since they first entered the vehicle. While there were a few quiet conversations between intervals of the car ride, it was mainly silent between the 6 boys. 

Zak had fallen asleep, Darryl had been enjoying the scenery while eating a few muffins, Vincent was writing in his journal, Nick was obviously driving, George read a few Harry Potter books before falling asleep in his chest, and Clay himself closed his eyes thinking about his life before the apocalypse.

I really miss my old life. My family, my youtube fans, my cat, everything. I've forgotten what being truly happy felt like. I have my friends by my side, but that's pretty much it. I wish life was normal, as it used to be. I was so much happier back then, he thought. Fuck, I told myself I wouldn't think about this kind of stuff during this hell. I need to let go and adapt. It's been a fucking year, my guy. Hm, if only adapting was that easy. If only I could go back in time and say my last goodbyes.

Suddenly, a weight was lifted off his chest. He looked down and to his right to see George rubbing his eyes while groaning softly. He smiled, helping him back up and putting him into a normal sitting position. George looked straight at him, a tired but peaceful look in his eyes. Clay grin widened, messing up George's hair with his hand.

"What time is it..?" George wearily muttered before looking at Clay's watch on his wrist.

"About 4:14. You've been sleeping for about an hour," Clay told him.

George yawned, stretching his arms out before accidentally hitting Clay on the cheek

"Ow!" Clay screeched. It didn't really hurt if he was being honest, but Clay just liked being overdramatic.

"Sorry! I'm just tired. Sleeping for an hour in that position doesn't exactly do wonders to my body," George apologized.

"It's okay, dummy. It didn't actually hurt," Clay admitted. 

"Oh thank god," George spoke. Neither of them said a word until about 30 seconds later.

"Wanna talk for a bit? I'm kinda deprived of human interaction," he asked, really hoping that George would say yes.

"Sure, why not? I feel the same way honestly," he replied.

The two of them started chatting for a bit, talking about their interests and whatnot.

"I remember you used to pay me money for coding Minecraft plug-ins because your lazy ass couldn't do it yourself," George joked, silently chuckling to himself.

"Shut up, idiot," Clay replied, laughing quietly. "At least I didn't lose in almost every manhunt that you faced me in. Mind you, we did a lot of them," he fought back. George scoffed and playfully punched him in the arm.

Every time George spoke, Clay's mouth formed a grin. He didn't know why, but hearing George speak was strangely relaxing. He brushed those thoughts off, however.

 As time went on, the others gradually joined the conversation, and soon the everyone in the van was laughing and singing along to random songs that played on Darryl's phone that somehow survived the whole apocalypse.

"DIE DIE DIE! DIE DIE DIE! IT'S MUFFIN TIMEEE, 'CAUSE I WANNA DIE DIE DIE!" the 6 of them shouted in unison. Clay wheezed loudly and the others choked on their own laughter.

"Clay, you sound like a fucking kettle!" Vincent called out, still laughing. Clay threw a pillow at him jokingly and continued wheezing.

"Language, you muffin!" Darryl yelled, although not really caring that much.