NormAl DayS | a Dream fanfic

1 | You ready, Clay?

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Clay woke up exhausted. He didn't feel like going to school that day, knowing he wasn't gonna feel well. He'd barely gotten any sleep, having wasted hours the previous night on Minecraft with his best friend, George. Well, by this point, they were a little more than friends. He smiled, eyes still closed, thinking about that. It made him happy, that he'd been brave enough to admit to George-

A buzzing woke him fully. His phone. Rolling over, he picked it up and answered, eyes too blurry to read the name.

"Yo?" He asked, mumbly.

"Clay, dude, don't tell me you're still in bed! It's Friday! Game day! Get the hell up." It was Nick. 

Clay groaned, forcing himself to sit up. His hair was frizzy, it got in his eyes and itched at his forehead and neck. It was getting long.

"I can't articulate how much I don't want to do school today." He deadpanned, his voice low and croaky from just having woken up.

Nick laughed, "Okay Grinch. Do me a favour and call George with that morning voice. He'll piss himself." With that, he hung up. Clay sighed, dropping the phone onto the bed sheets.

He swung his legs to the side, standing up and stretching. He yawned loudly, and had to blink a good twenty times for his vision to un-blur.

"Fuck this man..." He whispered to himself, stumbling over his messy floor to the closet. Yawning again, he pulled out the most comfortable outfit he could find. Tired days meant comfy days.

Fifteen minutes later, Clay was dressed and ready. He'd worn the same old, lime hoodie everyday for years now, and that day was no different. It was quite faded by now, and the lime looked more and more desaturated.

His backpack was already packed. Not because he'd been responsible and had packed it before going to bed, but because he hadn't unpacked it to begin with. Unfinished homework from three months ago still littered the pockets of his folders. Nonetheless, he slung it over one shoulder, shifted on his shoes, and headed downstairs.

Clay's older brother, Dave, was already down in the kitchen. He was drinking a black coffee, as usual. Clay did a routine dirty look at him, before moving on to the living room. He wasn't hungry enough to bother grabbing a snack. He could always get breakfast at school.

His other siblings- Younger sister Drista, and younger brother Toby, were sitting there, watching cartoons. Toby was fifteen, and had long outgrown the cartoon-watching age, but he still sat invested with nine year old Drista, as another episode of My Little Pony began. Clay rolled his eyes.

"Don't judge." Toby defended, catching the eye-roll.

"Trust me, I have better things to judge than your cartoon obsession." Clay replied, more sarcastic than usual. He really was tired.

"Like Dave's dyed hair? Cos that shit's hilarious." Toby laughed.

"Oi, watch your mouth." Clay said, with a lot less heart than usual. He didn't mind Toby cursing, just not in front of Drista. She was way too impressionable at her age.

In fact, Toby's statement had been correct. Dave's hair, which was naturally a dirty blond like Clay's, was dyed light pink. Why? Clay didn't know nor care. Somehow, however, Dave still managed to look intimidating. Clay was too stubborn to admit he was jealous.