All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Two -

George POV:

"I present you with pesto pasta, my dearest George" Clay says dramatically, placing both plates of food down on the table then taking a bow. I roll my eyes, but decide to play along with him. "Thank you so much, young sir. Fetch me a drink peasant" I answer, pointing towards the kitchen. He scoffs in response "I'm not your slave, get it yourself" He says, also pointing towards the kitchen. "Clay, will you pwetty pwease get me some water from the kitchen" I plead, giving him my best puppy eyes and clamping my hands together. Clay lets out an over-exaggerated sigh, but then laughs "Only because you were upset earlier and I want you to be as happy as you can be" Clay says, while smiling and walking off to get me my glass of water. I immediately blush from his comment and look down, hoping Clay won't notice when he gets back. He walks in with two glasses of water, setting one of them down on my side and the other on his. "I am happy, don't worry about me. I was just being silly" I nervously chuckle, then grab my fork and pick at my food. 

"You don't have to call yourself 'silly' because you were upset George. Your feelings matter, you don't have to hide them, especially from me" Clay responds softly, looking over to me. I look up and make eye contact with him. "Y-yeah I know, sorry" I answer. "Don't be sorry either idiot, like I said earlier. You're the only person who matters right now out of us two and I want to make sure you're happy. I'm sure if it were to be the other way round, you would do the same for me" Clay says, taking a bite out of his pasta. "Of course I would! Thank you Clay, for helping me calm down. I know I thanked you earlier but it does mean a lot to me" I say, creating eye contact with him once again. He stares for a few second without answering, until he smiles softly "Anytime George. Now eat  your food before it gets cold dumbass" He says, gesturing toward my plate of pasta. "Okay, okay! I'm just scared I'm going to get food poisoning from you're bad cooking" I smirk at him, he rolls his eyes playfully at me, then continues to eat his dinner. Not without mumbling a quick 'shut up' to me.

After dinner, we decide on watching a movie on the couch. "So what do you want to watch Georgie?" Clay asks from beside me, settling down the bowl of popcorn for us to share. "Um what about..." I trail off, thinking for a second. Clay does the same "Oh! What about- wait no thats stupid" I say, trying to think of a different movie. "No, no say it. We can watch whatever movie you like, it's your choice" Clay says, nudging my side. "Well I was going to suggest we watch a horror movie, but then I remembered you don't like them" I say, popping a piece of popcorn in my mouth. "Um w-we can watch a horror movie if you want" Clay says. I can practically hear the nervousness in his voice. "We don't have to in you're not comforta-" he cuts me off "Like I said, tonight you close what we do. And you decided horror, so we're watching horror" He replied, going through the long list of horror movies. "If you insist" I answer back, sighing.

We decided on 'A quiet place'. Once we got comfy, Clay pressed play on the controller. Like any horror movies there were jump scares, and of course Clay would flinch every time and I would just giggle at his small reactions. "We can turn it off if you want" I say, turning to the side and seeing Clay hiding behind a pillow. "No-no it's almost finished anyways" He says, facing the TV. He was wrong. The movie still had an hour to it, which involved many more scares, causing Clay to jump at each one. 

At the end of the movie, Clay was clinging on to my arm, hiding behind my shoulder. "Clay" I whisper to him, but I don't get a response "The movie is over, you can stop hiding~" I tease, nudging his shoulder. It's then I realise he's asleep. "Clay wake up" I say quietly, but loud enough to make him stretch and open his eyes. "What time is it?" He slurs, reaching behind his head to stretch. "I thinks its only like 9pm maybe, but the movie finished. You can go to bed and I can crash on your couch" I reply, not wanting to be too loud. "No no I am comfy" He says, burying himself back into my shoulder. "Clay, you're going to get a sore back and that won't be good for your recording idiot" I say back softly. He shakes his head, then wraps his arms around me. "I don't care. Homies cuddle homies" He says jokingly. I can't help but feel safe in his embrace and his hair smells so nice- I stop myself before I continue that sentence. "Whatever, just go back to sleep then" I answer, yawning. "Goodnight Georgie" Clay says. I feel him speaking as his voice vibrates on the side of my chest, causing warmth to explode throughout my stomach. "Goodnight, Clay". We eventually both fall asleep, not long after.

-timeskip to morning-

The smell of bacon filled my nose. I lean up from the couch and stretch my arms out in front of me and behind my back. I knew sleeping on the couch would make me sore. "George, get your ass in here breakfast is ready!" I hear Clay shout from the kitchen. Rolling my eyes, I get up and head over to the kitchen. "What do you want to drink?" I ask, already pulling out the apple juice for myself. "Um just some water will be fine" Clay answers, while plating our food. I take both of our drinks and sit down at the table. Not long after, Clay walked out and placed our egg and bacon, with a side plate of toast down. "What time do you want to visit the hospital George?" He suddenly asks, taking a bite out of his burnt toast. "Would you mind taking me in the next two hours? If not I can always take an uber-" He cuts me off before I can finish "No I can take you, I'm free all day" He replies, smiling softly over to me. I nod and smile back, before digging in to my breakfast. 

-1131 words (sorry the chapters are quite short at the moment, they should get longer)