You're Pulling On My Heart Strings! (OLD)

Dreaming (Chapter 11)

~~NICK'S POV~~

Sitting at the park's bench Nick sighed.

Lightly watching the autumn leaves fall he lightly bit his lower lip.

All his friends had left him alone to do nothing but try to entertain himself. Everybody had found their soulmate except him.

He wasn't annoyed or anything though. He was happy for them. And still sympathetic to Ant who still didn't know anything that was happening.

Groaning he noticed a person sit on the same bench he was. 

They were quite tall and had dark brown hair. They seemed agitated by something.

" You okay dude?" Nick mused, watching the person realize who Nick was.

" No, I'm not. Both of my friends just found out they're soulmates and now I feel like a fucking third-wheel!" they said in a heavy British accent.

" You think you have it bad dude? I'm like the fifth wheel now in my group!" Nick laughed.

The other boy laughed at him before settling down.

" What's your name?" Nick asked.

" George Anderson-" They answered but were cut off as Nick burst out laughing. It was really a coincidence they had the same name as his George.

~~CLAY'S POV~~

There was nothing one could really do in his room, but George made do.

Using his friend's extra notebooks George began doodling a lot. 

Clay didn't mind it though. There was something alluring about him when his friend was concentrated. 

It was cute watching him getting frustrated when he accidentally ripped the paper or broke the pencil's tip.

Clay was feeling sleep tugging at him but tried resisting. He didn't want too.

The scratches of the pencil stopped.

" Are you ok? You look like you are going to collapse any moment," George mused as Clay kept bobbing up and down.

" I'm fine...." Clay muttered causing George to giggle.

" Look, I'm not going anywhere, go ahead and sleep," George said softly cause Clay to lightly flinch.

" Only if you offer me your lap," Clay joked causing George to lightly blush.

George fell into silence, almost like he was considering it.

" How about the shoulder? I need my lap to draw idiot. Its also a little less gay that way," George grunted causing Clay to chuckle.

" I'll take it I guess.." Clay muttered, letting his forehead rest on George's shoulder.

All he had to do was endure one nightmare to make George happy. Just...one.

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A/N

*speedrunning these chapters*