Minecraft, but make it one shot. (REQUESTS PLEASE)

Heather

It was winter, and they were in the park. Lights covered the fences and small fairy lights were hung around the fountain they were near. Clay smiled, his sweater wrapped around his friend, George.
"You look good in green.." He said, giggling at the blush that formed on his face "Well i wouldn't know, would i?" They laughed. Something caught his eye though, and he turned towards her.. her eyes.. her hair.. beautiful.
He didn't notice the troubled look in George's brown eyes, and he looked over at him as he took off Clays sweater.
"Go.. I can go find Nick!" George said, but he hesitated, his voice faltered. Clay took the invitation and left, his footsteps tracked in the fluffy snow beneath him.

George sat down next to his friend, smiling as Nick handed him a small hot chocolate.
"What's up? You look like you lost your best friend" His voice came out in a laugh, but stopped when George didn't answer. He shivered, but when Nick handed him his own coat, he found himself blushing.
But his friend didn't notice, still, George laid his head on Nicks shoulder, a small tear left his eyes as he saw Clay give his bright yellow (or green as he said) sweater to the girl.

Nick noticed the feeling of his friend shaking, and he put his arm around him hesitantly, but chuckled when he cuddled closer to him, hiding his face in his neck. Nick looked up, finally noticing Clay, his arms around a.. girl? The girl had her hair tied back into a long ponytail, and he had to admit she was good-looking.
He left George for her?? He thought, but shook the thought away when the older boy mumbled something. "He said i looked good in the sweater.." George said, his voice cracked, and Nicks heart broke at the sight of his usually happy friend brought down by Clay, who was always thoughtful of others feelings. Until now, at least.

"Hey guys!" They both looked up, and there stood their tall friend, he held the girls hand in his own, and George looked away. Nick noticed this.
"This is my friend, Heather! Meet Nick,, and George?" He said, seeing the glossy look in his brown eyes, a rosy tint on his cheeks, as if he'd been... crying? Nick shook the girls hand, but there was an agitated look in his eyes, and he held the older boy close to him, hardly letting George shake Heathers hand himself. Clay looked confused at the protective state the younger had on his face, and he asked to talk to them alone. Heather nodded and walked away.
"Listen-" "No. You listen. You left George for a girl?! What's your problem?" Clay was taken aback at the the anger in Nicks voice, as if he actually did something wrong. George stayed quiet.
"Dude, George said i could go!" He said, and he looked at his friend for backup, but when he didn't say anything, he looked at Nick. "Go, have fun with Helen or whatever her name is-" "It's Heather. And i will!" Clay stormed off, but looking back sadly when he noticed a quiet sob from George, his face hidden once more on Nicks shoulder.

Heather was waiting for him, the green sweater wrapped around her curvy figure. It was quite baggy and Clay noticed how green didn't match her mustard pants, rather than George's skinny black jeans. Her blonde hair didnt look good to him anymore as he missed George's short, dark brown hair. Her blue eyes looked bored, rather than George's happy looking eyes.
He looked over at his friends, seeing the two whispering to eachother.

"It's just... polyester, you can keep my coat if you want?" Nick stated, but noticed the sad look in his eyes. "I wish i were her." His voice was longing, and Nick couldn't help himself when he wrapped his arms around him, holding the sad boy tightly. "Come on, you can crash at my house." He said, taking the boys hand and they made their way away from the park, leaving behind a troubled Clay.

As they left, Clay was busy explaining to Heather how he felt, but the girl was not having it. "We met tonight and you're already bored of me?" She asked, her voice was beginning to annoy him, and he left, ignoring the swears coming from the girl who he had thought would understand.
He got a text, from George it said.

Why would you ever kiss me.

I'm not even HALF as pretty...

you gave her your sweater, it's just polyester.

but you like her better.

What's he saying?!

i wish i were heather.