Heather ~ (dreamnotfound)

~one~

~ I still remember, the third of December. Me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you.~

Clay And George walked to school. This was their last week before winter break, and it was dreadfully cold outside. Frosty wind piercing through the two boys pale faces. Clay had prepared for this weather though, unlike George. George only had a long sleeve on, forgetting his sweater at home. Clay on the other hand had a hoodie with his favorite maroon sweater on top of it. George didn't feel like going back home to get a sweater of his own, so he just kept walking with his best friend in comfortable silence.

Clay was the first to speak.

"George you're shivering!" with slight concern in his voice.

"Am not!"  George denied, even though he was about to turn into an ice cube at this point.

"Do you wanna go back so you can change into something warmer? I don't mind."

Georges expression softened at the offer, but he didn't want to make the other boy late for class.

"No its okay, I-ill stick it out." George said, trying to hide the stuttering he had from the cold.

"George..you look like a popsicle." Clay said giggling. "Here, take this-"

"Clay you don't have t-"

But before George could protest, Clay took the maroon sweater off and handed it to the shorter boy with a smile warm enough to make George melt. George didn't realize his face turned a deep shade of pink. He accepted the offer and carefully put the sweater on. It was way too big for his thin frame but it was definitely nice. 

"Don't worry about it, it looks better on you anyways." Clay said, still smiling. George looked at the blonde but looked away when he realized he was looking right back at him.

~Only if you knew, how much I liked you~

Clay had moved to the UK recently, after being best friends with George for almost 6 years, now they don't have to talk over discord and stay up all night on FaceTime laughing and telling stories and chatting about how each others day went, because they were finally here, face to face. George never felt so connected with another before he met Clay. It felt so comfortable being around him, like nothing could go wrong when he was with the other. He felt protected by the confident, freckle-faced, tall, dirty-blonde haired boy. He was borderline enamored by him, but didn't want to take any risks.

((TIME SKIP))

The two boys sat down at an empty table for lunch. They sat here almost everyday except for the times when they would ditch school to go to their favorite little cafe across the street. 

Clay seemed different these past couple weeks. Maybe distant was the word to describe it, but George knew something was up. He contemplated for a good 5 minutes wether or not he wanted to ask about it, he began to speak until suddenly-

"Hey Clay! I knew I'd see you here!"

a very tall British boy (duh, they're in the UK) spoke.

He had fluffy brown hair and a guitar case strapped to his back, George had to admit he was very attractive, which is why he may have felt a slight tinge of- 

...jealousy?

 Why was he jealous, Clay can be friends with whoever he wants, why should he be jealous of that? Maybe it was because George hadn't even bothered talking to new people, he only wanted to be around Clay. Despite being a junior in high school, he didn't even make a single other friend besides Clay in the 3 years he's been at this school. Of course there was Nick, but he lived in America. George, Clay and Nick play video games together after school almost everyday. But George's only friend in person was Clay and he was fine with that. 

"Oh George, I forgot to tell you! This is Wilbur, I was gonna introduce him to you a couple weeks ago but I guess I forgot." Clay said rubbing the back of his neck. 

Why was clay so nervous?

"Oh, h-hello,  George said slowly, sounding a bit confused as he awkwardly smiled and waved.

Is this the George guy you're always talking about?"  Wilbur asked Clay playfully

"Uh, yeah it is!" Clay said with an awkward laugh

Why was Clay acting so weird?

"Well, i'm gonna go talk to Schlatt, we have to finish this stupid project. I'll see you around Clay, and it was nice meeting you George!"  Wilbur said with a wave and he turned around to walk over to his table.

~but I watched you're eyes as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky~

Clay watched as the tall boy walked away. He couldn't peel his eyes off of him, he looked entranced. 

~She's got you mesmerized, while I die...~

George couldn't help but feel a slight pain in his heart, just watching him practically drool over the other brit made him want to tear up. He felt selfish for feeling this way though, it was none of his business who Clay talked to. 

"Clay, you're staring-"  George taps on the taller boy's shoulder

Huh? oh, sorry.." Clay seems to snap out of his dreamy state.

"So who was that?"  George accidentally said that in a more annoyed tone than he wanted it to sound...

"He's just a friend I made in one of my classes. Why? Is everything ok?"  He sounded concerned, he almost sounded saddened.

"What- oh no, I'm fine. I was just confused at first I guess. He seems nice!"  The brunet said with a forced smile.

"Yeah he really is!"  the blonde smiled, which was sight George would usually adore seeing, but this time, Clay was smiling because of someone else.

A/N

So this is my first story, ill try to get better at writing, this is cringey as hell but its kinda just practice! leave suggestions for this story or any other stories you would like to see. One thing I will not write is gore/horror. Have a good day :D