"clay!" he called, spotting me from bleachers i was walking to. i looked around to find him, turning my head from side to side before finally spotting his brunette head from the seats, accompanied with some of our friends.
i excitedly walked over, smiling like an idiot at the thought of just talking to him.
there was a spot beside him that i gladly took, putting my backpack down beside me and sitting down.
"hi dream!" badboyhalo greeted, shooting me a small wave and a light grin. he's gotten used to calling me by my gamertag, which i don't really mind. we all call him bad anyway, i sometimes call nick sapnap, and zak skeppy. none of us mind, or care for that matter. it might be weird for other people though, hearing someone call for me but instead of using my real name, say dream.
the cool air of the morning brushed through me, but i immediately remembered george was beside me, and i warmed up a little bit.
i loved starting off the morning by seeing him.
in fact, if i hadn't made it obvious, any time of the day i got to see him is my favourite part of the day.
the best parts are the ones where it's just be and him.
no other people, no other friends.
just me and him, being fools, alone.
unfortunately, it's platonic.
i hope one day to change that, though.
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notes - dreamnotfound
Romanceclay, your average teenage boy. someone you'd pass by in the crowd that made up the highschool hallway, maybe someone you would have on your sports team. george, his best friend. and his one desire. (highschool au cause i enjoy writing them as teen...
