Hayloft || dreamnotfound

Rex my friend

TW: Mentions of ED, slurs
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" I just need a quiet place where I can scream how I love you"
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"YEAH DADDY DREAM!" Will yelled ecstatically when Clay handed him the chips he had just bought from the vending machine. He rolled his eyes glaring at the other boy for being so loud. He simply smiled happily shoving a chip in his mouth. "Thank you!" He laughed.

"Yeah whatever" Clay rolled his eyes slamming his head on the desk knotting his hands in his hair. The emptiness gnawed at his insides. The chronic pain behind his eyes throbbed. Light chatter turning into what seemed to be shouting the professor's chalk on the board continued to squeak. The room started to spin. His fingers tightened in his hair.

He stood up and exited the room ignoring the shouts from the professor.

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"Fuck" he groaned putting his head In His hands. "What the fuck is wrong with me. I can't eat, Im a faggot freak." He took his head out of his hands leaning back against the bench. There he sat alone in the courtyard in the middle of final hour. He get something wet roll down his face, he sniffled rubbing his face with his sleeve.

He closed his eyes feeling the migraine leave. The soft breeze filling the comfortable silence. He just needed a second to himself.

"Hey babe" he jumped at the sudden voice frantically looking around for where it came from. he felt soft hands cup the sides of his head and ease his head back down to its previous position where he was met with a concerned looking George. The other boy's thumb rubbed against his cheek gently. "Are you okay?"

Clay's previously shocked expression softened.

"I'm okay." He  mumbled averting his gaze away from the honey eyes that stared back at him.

"Cmon we both know that's not true you can tell me anything baby" George said softly planting a kiss on clay's forehead. He let go of his face and climbed over the bench to sit next to clay. "Go on I'm listening."

"I don't want to talk about it." He scoffed turning his head to face the other direction. George sighed learning to rest his head on clay's shoulder.

"That's alright, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." He said closing his eyes getting settled into the other's presence. Clay's stomach rumbled interrupting the comfortable silence. Clay's head started to ache once again as he realized what happened.

"Oh! Are you hungry? Did you eat today?" George's head shot up, he fumbled around with his pockets for a minute. "I'll be right back hang on a sec" he scrambled off out of the courtyard only to return moments later with a small bottle of water and a small bag of crackers.

"Wh-" George shoved the food into clay's hands before he sat down next to him. "Nonono- I'm not hungry it's fine" he handed it back to George.

"You're a bad liar Clay. I know you're hungry. Please eat" Clay frowned. Staring at his hands.

"I don't- I- I don't think I-"

"I don't know what's wrong but if it helps I'll eat with you I really need you to eat." George said as he carefully opened the package of crackers and handed clay the bottle of water. "Here take one" he said turning the opened package to clay.

Hesitantly the other boy grabbed a cracker. George smiled at him and did the same.

"Now, we eat them together" he said as he popped it into his mouth.

Clay slowly put the cracker in his mouth and started chewing. George smiled sweetly at him. After finishing the cracker he took a swig of the water.

"See I knew you could do it!" The British boy beamed wrapping his arms around clay. "I'm so proud of you."

Clay frowned. "I'm sorry"

"You have nothing to be sorry for baby boy"  he said kissing his cheek. "I don't care if you have problems with eating, you're perfect no matter what baby. I would be more than happy helping you out." he said gazing at clay like he was the most captivating piece of artwork in the museum. "Wanna try another? If not that's okay I'm proud of you either way."

Clay shook his head carefully taking another sip of water. George ruffled his hair and shoved the crackers into his pocket before wrapping an arm around clay.

His face reddened at the touch of the older boy.

"You're pretty" he mumbled.

"That's all you dreamy" George whispered back.

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Clay shoved his hands in his pockets as he left the building.

"Clay!! wait for me!" He heard the British boy yell from behind him, as he caught up.

"What's up" the taller sighed.

"I believe you agreed to hangout with me tonight dummy" He scoffed.

"Oh yeah"

"What do you mean 'oh yeah' did you forget??"

"Maybe"

"These boys ain't shit" he fake sobbed.

"I'm sorry?"

"Whatever you're coming with me either way."

"I-" clay was pulled across the parking lot to his car.

"I can't drive us there so I'll tell you where to go."

"Okay" clay sighed getting in the drivers side of the car.

This was going to be a long night
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