Heather ~ (dreamnotfound)

~three~

Word count: 1262 

Clay offered to walk George home, but George declined. It was cold and he already bothered the other boy enough today. Clay didn't want to push anything so he just told George to be careful and to text him when he got home. George thought that was sweet of him to worry.

"George-"

George was abruptly stopped when he went to reach for the door handle. 

"Yeah?" George said softly

"I uh...I just want you to know that I'm glad you told me."

George gave him a sweet smile and he noticed that Clay's eyes started to get glossy.

"Im so proud of you George"

At this point, the blonde boy didn't care about the tears slowly falling down his face, he wanted George to know that he appreciated him.

George stood looking at the crying boy in front of him. All he could think of was to give him a hug. He pulled the other boy in and felt the rise and fall of Clay's chest as he started to calm down. He waited for Clay's breathing to return to normal before carefully pulling away from the hug.

Clay looked down at the brunette in front of him and gave him a loving smile. George reached up and wiped the tears from the taller boy's face. 

"Thank you Clay, for everything. You're such an amazing friend." It was George's turn to tear up. But he knew he had to get home soon before his mom started to worry. 

"Ill see you tomorrow?" George said with a side smile.

"Of course you will dummy." Clay giggled.

George walked out the door and closed the door behind him and walked home. He listened to music as he walked through the cold neighborhood, breathing in the scent of the winter air. 

As soon as he got home he made sure to text Clay to let him know he got home safe, like he promised.

George laid in his bed, replaying the words Clay said to him that night.

If only he knew

(time skip)

It had been a couple weeks since George came out to Clay. Everything was fine between them. But that same feeling of distance still lingered. George hoped everything was ok. He was worried that it was something he did, but he kept remembering what Clay told him that night, it felt like a token of reassurance. 

As usual, George sat at the lunch table that they always sat at, waiting for Clay. He was a bit concerned with how long it was taking the taller boy to get here. He knew Clay was at school today because he saw him on his way to second period. Maybe he was just running a little late-

"Hey George!" a familiar voice called out to him from behind.

As George turned around he was met with two pairs of eyes, and two beaming smiles, looking back at him.

It was Wilbur.

"Oh, uh hi Wil!" I said politely, still a little bit taken back.

George smiled at the curly haired boy, that is until he looked down at their connected hands.

~Watch as she stands with her holding your hand~

What? Why? no no no