flower boy || dreamnotfound / gream

five.

clay feels nervous. 

butterflies are in his stomach, but they seem to be a lot bigger. clay is surprised that he hasn't developed hanahaki, a disease where your lungs fill with flowers. as soon as you confess, the flowers will continue to suffocate you or go away, depending on if the person likes you back or doesn't. he was so lovesick; he knew it himself, but why?

flower boy was too good for him, too beautiful and too kind. he had a heart of gold, a heart of the most beautiful jewels in all of the universes that existed. he had the cutest laugh, not to mention that whenever clay hugged him, he smelled of roses and jasmines.

clay was somewhat disturbed that he found himself looking at flower boy whenever he was in the same room as him. but he couldn't help his feelings!! it was flower boy's fault that he was so adorable!

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clay sits on the edge of the seat in his old, rusted baby blue truck. he yawns, regretting why he hadn't slept the previous night before. his nerves had gotten to him that night. 

he gets out of the car, dressed up in one of his old white FSU [Florida State University] hoodies, a black shirt underneath, accompanied with jeans and a pair of converse shoes that he found in the back of his rather messy closet. he closes his eyes, breathing in a deep breath of gold air, before continuing up the hill. he is immediately met with hundreds, maybe thousands of sunflowers and a few other yellow colored flowers that he cannot figure out the name of. he awes at the sight of beauty before him, inhaling the scent of sunflowers all around him.

still not as pretty as my flower boy, clay silently thinks. he takes in a deep breath of air again before making his way across the field, careful to not step on the flowers.

"clay! you made it!" a familiar voice giggles from behind him. he turns as a grin settles onto his face. he looks down at the smaller boy with a look of joy as his cheeks begin to hurt a little from him being so happy to see him. the older but smaller boy smiles back at him, settling his arms around his stomach as he goes to hug him. clay bends down just a little to hug him, frowning a little as he feels the smaller boy shiver a little. to be honest, it was a little cold. he lets him go, a little sad that he has to. it would be weird if he held him for too long, right?

"how are you, flow-george?" he asks the boy.

"i'm doing great! mama said hello to you!" flower boy grins. flower boy puts his pointer fingers together, shy as he looks up at clay. clays feels fuzzy inside again.

"oh, cool! tell her i said hello as well," clay replies. "why did you ask me to come here?" 

"oh.. i uh.. i wa-wanted to spend ti-time w-with you." george shyly says. clay can see a small, barely noticeable pink tint on flower boy's cheeks. he grins.

"i wanted to spend time with you too!" clay laughs. george smiles at that. 

"hey clay? do you uhm.. want to make flower crowns with me?" flower boy asks. clay grins, nodding at him. 

"yay! follow me!" george tells him, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. clay's cheeks begin to feel warm.           

clay hopes that he can hold flower boy's hand more often. 

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ello. thought i would go ahead and make chapter five. i decided to make this one end with a cliffhanger. it's literally 5:46 in the morning and i haven't slept at all. if i had the energy i would have went ahead and made chapter six, but my brain is dead and all of my brain cells are begging to be put to rest, so i'm going to go sleep and hopefully get chapter six done later on today. i usually make double uploads and i'm sorry that i haven't done that for this one. i hope to make it up to you guys soon.                                                                                                                                          love y'all, bye! :)