I'm Only Dreaming

Chapter 9

-George-
I woke up, it was freezing. I got up to change my clothes, I grabbed a red shirt and grey sweatpants. I check my phone, everyone was wondering why they haven't heard from me. I sure hope Clay and Nick don't tell anyone. What if they already did? I don't want people to worry about me, they'll hate me forever.

I walk out of my room and see Clay sleeping on the couch. He has messy hair and his mouth is agape, he looks adorable. I go to the kitchen, someone cleaned the bl**d and everything was back to normal.

I looked at the bandage on my arm and sighed. I made some toast and got some water before sitting on the chair by the couch where Clay was.

I turned on the TV but it was, for some reason, all the way up. Clay woke up, startled. I hurried to turn it down but by time I got it to a good volume he was staring at me, still half asleep.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it'd be up so much." I say while looking at the ground.

"Don't worry about it." I saw Clay smile at me through the corner of my eye. I still couldn't look at him, if I did I'd probably blush like an idiot.

I wanted more than anything to be with him, but I knew I just couldn't. It hurt to think about anything, especially about how Clay might be feeling.

He probably hates me for what happened yesterday. He probably wishes he never came here and saw me.

"George, I did something kinda stupid, but it turned out really good." He cautiously said.

I finally looked at him, with a puzzled look. He saw I was confused and continued. "I took your phone, got Jason's number, and told him I'd buy the cat. He didn't sell it yet but now he's sending it here. I got your cat back." He smiled.

I couldn't say anything, I just started crying. Not even sure if I'm happy or sad, but I cried. I went over to him and he stood up with his arms out. I went into the hug that he was offering and I just cried in his arms.

Neither him or I said anything, but I know we were both thinking that this was the first good moment between us. God I love this man, if only he knew.

After a while I finally pulled away and wiped my eyes. He looked sorta happy, and his face was a bit red. Was be blushing over me? He couldn't be... But I blushed at the thought.

Then Nick came out of his room, Clay sat on the left side of the couch so I took the right side. Nick walked over to us and say in the chair.

"Did you tell him?" Nick said. Clay just nodded. I guess Nick knew that I'm getting my cat back.

"Aren't you allergic to cats? She probably shouldn't stay here if your allergic." I say.

"Of course she can stay, I'll just avoid her. It seriously doesn't matter, as long as your happy." Nick says. We smile at each other.

Nick gets up, walking to get his shoes on. "I need to go get cat supplies!" He smiles while putting on his shoe. "Wanna come?" Me and Clay both shake our heads no.

Once he leaves, Clay asks "George are you okay? Like is there anything you'd like to talk about?" I nod. I can't keep shit in anymore.

"I uh... I think I'm in love with someone..." He shifts in his seat as I say that.

"Oh, who?" He says. I look away from him.

"A good friend of mine, but I know it'll never work out between us, so I can't do anything about it." I sigh. He looks disappointed.

"I uh-I'm in a similar situation..." He says. I look at him. Me? No... It could never be. He proves me wrong when he says "I've known them for a long time, I've liked them for a while, and no one knows."

I don't say anything. I don't even know what to say. "It's you..." He sighs. My eyes widen, I look at him quickly.

"I-I um... WHAT?!" I think I'm imagining things, my mind is playing tricks on me. "Your just saying that." I almost whine out, doubting myself. He could never like a loser like me. I just 'met' him yesterday. It's impossible.

He gets up, standing in front of me, holding out his hand for me to take. I take his hand, standing. I can't even look at him but I can feel his eyes on me, burning into mine. I don't know what to do.