Wish I were Heather- Dreamnotfound au

~Chapter One~

The house was warm and cozy. The fireplace was lit and two boys sat near it with a blanket draped over them and hot cocoa in their hands. They had been outside in the cold December air. They had a snowball fight and even built a snowman. It was like they were kids again.

"Clay, I don't want to grow up. I wanna be a kid again. Then I won't have to worry about us probably never seeing eachother again because of college and shit." The shorter brunette said as he rested his head on Clay's shoulder. The taller man sighed and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, rubbing it up and down his arm softly.

"It's ok George. Just focus on what's going on now. Don't think too far ahead or you'll be wishing you were in the past again because you missed it. I'm here for you and I always will be. If we have to, I'll fly to you every break I get. I-I love You bud." Clay looked down and saw George's Red face. He quickly hid his obviously blushing face in Clay's green sweatshirt. The boys stayed in that position for a while before George yawned.

"You tired? We can go upstairs if you want."

"Yeah... That would be nice." George said tiredly. When Clay unwrapped his arm from around George he hummed in annoyance. "No, carry me please." he whined. Clay chuckled and rewrapped his arms around the brunette. One going around his side and the other going under his thighs. The blanket that was wrapped over them was now forgotten as the two giggled their way to Clay's room.

Clay fumbled with the handle but eventually got it open. The sun was still setting so the small amount of light from the window was enough to guide him to the bed. He carefully set the boy down as if he were an expensive piece of pottery. George's cheeks were Red and his lips were spread into a wide grin. George was laying on his back and dream was standing over him at the foot of the bed.

"I'm cold! Why is your room so cold?" Clay chuckled and rummaged through his drawers for a second before pulling out a blue sweatshirt. Or well, what George assumed was blue.

"Here you go Georgie, you won't be cold anymore." Clay says as he hands the brunette the sweatshirt. George's eyes widen and he giggles as he pulls it on. It was much too big for him and the sleeves went past his hands, giving him sweater paws. Clay's eyes softened at the sight. "You can keep it, it looks much better on you." Clay said as he ran a hand through George's soft hair. Both of their cheeks were now visibly red but neither cared.

"Can we cuddle? I'm definitely still going to be cold." George whined and Clay gave a quiet wheeze before nodding. George scooched backwards so he was at the top of the bed and Clay slid in next to him. Clay held out his arms and pouted while he waited for George to pay attention to him. George just shook his head jokingly before resting his head on Clay's chest and feeling his strong arms wrap around him. One hand in the middle of his back, and the other nested in his hair. It was pure bliss for George and he could die right then and there knowing he was the happiest man alive.

Clay's heartbeat was starting to slow and so was his breathing. It was like a lullaby to George. George was about to slip into unconsciousness when a soft kiss was placed on his forehead.

"I love you, sleep well my angel." 

Welcome to the calm before the storm LMAO. anyways uh the order of events are going in order of the song.  pretty pog if I do say so myself. anyways I'm going to bleach my ears and / kill myself because I just listened to tommyinnit and wilbur soot sing let it go. HAVE A GOOD DAY AND DRINK WATER RIGHT NOW 

also I am so sorry for how cheesy this is lmfao