Honey and Milk

13: Requiem.

Clay

"Sapnap, quit it!" I yelled, cupping my hands around my mouth to help with projection. I let out a frustrated groan when I was simply met with a distant screech of laughter.

"I don't think we'll be finding him anytime soon." George giggled beside me. I wouldn't say it aloud, but I was grateful I wasn't forced to trail this maze alone. The feeling of secret stresses in the back of my mind managed to slip away before I even knew they were there and it gave me a gentle bliss.

I was genuinely impressed with how large this thing was, considering the amount of time I assumed they had to make it.

"So, you have any luck with that project you were working on?" He piped up, his hands linking behind his back. I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Not really, I keep ending up with random errors, so I'm trying to learn off as many YouTube videos I can. I found this neat person who codes Minecraft plug-ins and it's honestly super fascinating." I grinned. To be honest, I've gotten most of my inspiration from this mute gamer, showing off different games which are interesting just on their own.

He tilted his head. "Oh, that's neat, I bet they're pretty impressive."

I nodded, turning my head back in the direction I believed was the town. To be honest, I was completely and utterly lost.

"Um, are we genuinely going to try and find Nick or find the exit? It's already almost 14:30-"

"American please."

"-2:30 and my legs kinda hurt." He chuckled slightly.

"Are your little legs not cut out for walking?" I teased, poking him in the shoulder. He giggled and jerked away, trotting forwards and out of my reach.

He began running forward, screaming a "catch me!" as he turned a corner. No way was I going to get stranded alone, so like any normal person, I began sprinting after.

"C'mere George!" I ran after the sound of his screams, adding my own laughter to the mix.

It didn't take long before I was panting and turning corners aimlessly. I realized that I could no longer hear George which began to cause a creeping edge of nerves to root themselves into my mind. I took a few more corners, still unable to find the short man.

I was about to turn and yell out his name like I had Sapnap's, when I turned and felt myself crash into something, my foot stubbing into something which caused my legs to buckle and collapse forwards. I let out an "oof", jutting out my arms to prevent a possible head injury.

My eyes were instinctively squeezed shut, so it took me a minute to register that I was on the floor, before I opened my eyes. My breath hitched when I was met with a pair of wide brown eyes looking directly at me. I felt paralyzed, trapped under George's gaze as he seemed under mine. My face felt like it was burning, my mind slowly coming to the realization that there was a man laying suggestively underneath me, far away from any other people to snap us out of this.

This wasn't right, my mind had to surely be playing tricks on me. My face was only burning from embarrassment, nothing more.

But it was so hard to deny the thoughts that were filling my mind, of how gorgeous he looked, of how sweet his accent was, of the butterflies I felt every time he laughed or brushed skin on skin.

Everything I was taught, everything my parents had forced into my head, were immediately suppressed in this moment.

Everything felt okay, this felt okay, it felt natural. Maybe, just trying it this once, wouldn't end up being too bad...