Peach Silhouette

18 | til I found you

I awoke to stark gray light filling my room. I rubbed my eyes, and picked up my phone to check the time. It was 8:07. I threw off my comforter and grabbed a sweater off of my dresser. 

A few moments and a cup of coffee later, I was on the beach. 

I sipped the warm drink as the cold almost-winter air nipped at my neck. I was so tired, the previous night's sleep constantly interrupted with unwanted thoughts.

Sometimes all I think about is you.

I heard footsteps in the sand behind me, and I turned to see George with a mug of his own. He stood next to me, the lime green hoodie standing out against the dull landscape. We dwelled in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying the view.

"Take me on a date." He said bluntly. I choked on my coffee, spluttering.

"Pardon?" I coughed, patting my chest. 

"Take me on a date. Let's go somewhere." He repeated, a grin beginning to form on his face. He huffed. "I'm tired of this boring house. Let's do something!" My face flamed, but I shrugged.

"George, would you go on a date with me?" 

"I wouldn't miss an opportunity to be around you for anything in the world, Clay." I shoved him.

"Stop being so soft, you know it messes with my head." He laughed.

"Do I worry your pretty little mind?" 

If only you knew.

"Of course not." I chided, before turning back toward the house. "C'mon, let's go get ready."

I came out of my room in a white tee shirt, a dark green checkered flannel rolled at the sleeves, and a pair of white jeans. George's door opened and he emerged in a navy blue knitted sweater over ripped black skinny jeans. 

Second time today I almost died choking. 

COMPLIMENT HIM AHHSDJHBFJSHFKJSNF

"You look pretty." I offered. He blushed.

"Thanks, I don't like this sweater though." He plucked at the hem nervously.

"Oh come on now." I shot back, looking him over. "Every part of you is stunning." He rolled his eyes and I smiled cockily. I bowed and offered him my hand. He snorted. "M'lady?" He took my hand in his and we stepped back out into the chilly air. 

Some moments later, we stepped into a small diner with dim lights and a warm atmosphere. A waitress greeted us at the door, and I was thankful to see her smile rather than a piece of cloth covering her lower face. Covid had been a hard time for us all. 

"How many today? Just you two?" She asked briskly. I nodded, and she tipped her head curiously, but said nothing and lead us to a table by the window. I sat down, and George slipped into the seat across from me. "And what would you like to drink?" 

"A strawberry lemonade for me please." I answered, looking at George. 

"What types of tea do you have?" He asked the woman, in that oddly high voice he only used for interactions with strangers or when he talked to viewers on stream.

That sexy voice, you mean.

No. 

"We have Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Jasmine, and Chamomile." 

"Can I have an iced Jasmine tea, a little sweet?" He asked brightly. She nodded, jotting it down on her small white notepad, turning around to retrieve our drinks from the kitchen. 

"So." I said.

"So." He repeated. 

"I'm really happy you're not mad at me anymore." I said in a small voice. He looked at his hands.

"I wasn't mad, per se, I was just scared."

"Of what? Me?" He shrugged hesitantly. I frowned. "Tell me when I scare you. I never mean to." I offered.

"I guess - it's just - you always dive head first into things even when you haven't figured them out yet."

"Are you saying I'm diving headfirst into you?" I blurted out, slapping my hand over mouth.

"DREAM!" He yelled, startling people with his outburst. He lowered his voice. "You can't just say that in a restaurant!" I laughed, running my hand through my hair. The waitress returned with our drinks. My lemonade was delicious, but George took a sip of his tea and rolled his eyes.

"Americans make shit tea." He muttered, taking another sip reluctantly. I laughed.

"Or you just have particular taste."

"Maybe I do." He tipped his head, eyes flicking over me. 

"You cannot just say that." I mumbled, a blush rising over my cheeks. 

"Why not?" He asked slyly. I shook my head, thankful that the waitress returned before I could answer the question. 

We ordered our food, and George ate little to my frustration, his eyes on the window. As we finished up, I grinned knowing I had something that might cheer him up.

"So...have you heard Enchroma finally got their formula mastered?" His eyes met mine.

"Dream," he said sternly. "you didn't." My lip curved upwards.

"I did." I said.

"Dream, those were like $1500." He lectured, although there was a hint of excitement in his tone. I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out a box.

"I'd give anything for you to be able to see color again." I replied, setting the case down on the table.

"But-"

"Did I not say back in October that you would see the leaves in full color before they fell off the trees?"

"To be fair, you also said you work out back in June and I haven't seen you do that once." He quipped.

"Because I do it at god early hours of the morning," I shot back. "Besides, did you want to see me workout?" He glanced aside, huffing.

"Thank you, Dream." He looked at the box.

"There's only one condition." He raised his eyebrows as my smile grew.

"You and I," I began. "Are going on a road trip."

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inspiring song(s)

absolutely smitten - dodie

ours - taylor swift 

heat waves - glass animals

shameless - camila cabello

particular taste - shawn mendes

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an: SHES GOT PARTICULAR TASTE DOO DOO
sorry
anyways road trip 👍 see ya in a few days sorry for the late chapter :)
have I said thanks for 3k reads? idk but thanks
afri out <3