𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺. - dreamnotfound

four

clay pov --

i stayed back a little late today at school, i didn't really wanna go home yet. i liked the fresh air of the afternoon.

i decided to just sit down and play some music through my earphones.

i wish i took my chance to talk more to george today. we exchanged a few sentences during lunch today, and that was it, sadly for me.

in the distance, i could hear shouting. i was curious, so i got up and looked around. to my left i saw a group of 3 or 4 guys. i couldn't tell what they were doing, but it didn't look good. i came closer to inspect.

they had something.. someone? cornered. i got closer to see what it was. it was a person.

holy fucking shit.

they're beating george up.

i was heating up. i was fucking fuming.

who did these bitches think they were, to hurt a harmless fucking boy? he didn't do anything to them. not my george.

luckily, i was bigger than these guys, so they didn't intimidate me.

"yo!" i shouted, somewhat aggressively.

one of them turned around. "the fuck are you here for?" he asked.

"leave the boy alone." i said, in the most intimidating tone i could manage. george looked both confused and thankful.

"or what, big guy?" one of them said, and another started chuckling.

"get the fuck out of here." i said, once again.

they didn't move.

"do i have to repeat myself, assholes?"

they rolled their eyes and just moved along. george looked up at me.

my heart broke when i saw him.

he had a bruise on the cheek, the underside of his eye was turning purple, and his nose was bleeding. i quickly bent down to help him.

"are you okay?" i asked, in a kind tone.

"yeah, i'm used to it." he said, putting a finger on the blood of his nose and checking it.

"used to it?? what does that mean?" i asked, worried.

"it happens to me a lot. i'm the dummy they kick around. been happening since last year." he said, sighing.

he rubbed his face, and immediately regretted it due to the bruises.

"come on, i'll help you get cleaned up. i have tissues and stuff in my car." i said, and reached for his hand. he gently took mine and pulled himself up.

i finally got a chance to touch his hand.
calm down, clay.

he put his hood up as to not let anyone see him, and got his backpack and anything else the guys made him drop.

"why haven't you told anyone?" i asked, looking down at him as we walked to my car.

he simply shrugged. "they'll call me a tattletale, i don't know. guess i'm just used to it. i can't really do much about it anyway."

he wiped a tear rolling down his cheek.

we got to my car and i unlocked it. i let him sit in the passenger seat and gave him tissues to get cleaned up.

"i'll buy you a coffee, then i can drive you home, okay?" i said, looking into his honey brown eyes. "you don't have to get me one it's oka-" he started, though i cut him off. "don't worry about it." i said, in a reassuring voice.

we stopped by the indie cafe around the corner of the school. the atmosphere felt comfy here, and they make good coffee. i turn off the engine and turn the key, signaling george to come out. i hold the door for him to enter.

"what do you want, george?" i ask.

"wait- did i even-" he checked his pocket.
he sighed. "i didn't bring my wallet. i knew this (he circled his bruises with his finger) would happen, so i didn't bring it in case they tried to steal some dollars from it."

"well, what's your favourite type of coffee?" i looked down at him, and he thought about it.

"french vanil- wait, no. i don't need you to pay for me, i just won't get a coffee. you can get one for yourself, not for me." he said, rubbing his nose that was once bleeding.

"too late, french vanilla it is. go get a table while you wait." i told him, and he just sighed.

i ordered a frappuccino and george's french vanilla.

i waited by the counter for the beverages, and they were ready rather quickly. i excitedly brought george's drink to the table he sat at, and sat down along with him.

i just bought george a drink.

george saw me with the drinks, walking over. "you didn't have to, clay." he said, a light blush brushing over his features.

the butterflies went crazy when he said my name.

and i made him blush.

maybe one day i'd be the one making him blush.
one day.

"i didn't have to, but i wanted to."
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we finished our drinks while making light conversation. he was smiling while talking to me.

did i mention how much a love when he smiles?
how his nose wrinkles when he giggles?
how his cheeks squish into his eyes?
how the glaze of his eyes shine even more when he's happy?

we got up, threw our cups in the trash, and got into the car, to drive george home.

i realized that today was the day i'd dreamed of. the day of us going somewhere together. sure, it wasn't ideal. i mean, i did save him from bullies.

but hey, i bought him a coffee. we went to the cafe together.

just us two.

hopefully another day like today comes.
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a/n
ok this was 900 words LMAO IM SORRY ONCE AGAIN IF THIS IS BAD AND THAT I DONT READ THIS OVER OK BYE SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER BYE LOVES