All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Four -

George POV:

"George I'm paying" Clay tries to argue with me. I shake my head at him, already pulling my wallet out of my back pocket. Clay grabs it out of my hands and reaches up so its out of my reach. "Clay! Stop, you're causing a scene idiot!" I say, trying my best to jump for my wallet. "Let me pay, then I'll stop" He says, smiling. I look around for a second to see if I can distract him with anything. Then I remember. Clay is really ticklish. I smirk at him and he just raises his right eyebrow. Reaching both my arms out, I quickly jab my fingers into his side. He squirms then pulls his arm down. I could just take my wallet and stop tickling him, but I decide against it. My smirk increases and I continue to tickle Clay. "G-George! Stop I cant b-breath!" He says, choking on each word. His wheezes fill the ice cream parlour, disturbing the customers- well the one customer in here. In seconds, I snatch my wallet from his hand and smile at him triumphantly. He catches his breath,  but before he can do anything, I am already pulling the cash out of my wallet and handing it over to the cashier.

"You guys are so cute" She says, handing me the change. "I-uh-" Clay cuts me off before I can say anything. "Thank you! We are aren't we" He says, looking over to me for a second with a smug smirk. My mouth falls open. Why would he say that? "When did you guys start dating?" She asks, while handing me my change. "Oh he's only joking, we're not-" once again I get cut off "Actually, today is our 5 month anniversary, I'm taking him on a date~" He looks at me once again, the smirk never leaving his face. "Ah! Well happy 5 months! I won't keep you any longer, have a good day both of you!" She says cheerfully. I look between the two, until Clay grabs my arm and drags me out the door.

As soon as we're out, he lets out an obnoxiously loud wheeze. "You should've see your face! You were so shocked" He says, bending over to catch his breath. "Why the hell would you tell her we were dating! What is wrong with you?" I say, ignoring the warm feeling in my stomach. "Payback duh" He says in an obvious tone. "Payback for what exactly?" I ask, raising my left eyebrow. "Well you embarrassed me by freaking tickling me and basically killing me" I roll my eyes while he catches his breath "So I decided to embarrass you back! Now its fair" He laughs, standing back to his normal height. "Whatever, let's just go to the park to eat our ice cream dumbass". 

Once we arrive at the local park; ice creams already finished, we find the bench we always sit at. When we first came here together, it was 4 years ago. Clay was having family problems so I suggested we come here to hang for a while. Ever since, we visit at least once or twice a week together. Clay and I sit down, him on the right of the bench and me on the left. I let out a dramatic sigh, looking out to the huge lake in front of us. I see from the corner of my eye Clay glancing at me. "You okay George?" He asks softly. I hum, then nod my head. "I guess, it just all kinda sucks right now" I say, picking at my finger nails. "Yeah, but it will get better. Trust me" He says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I look up at him and smile. 

Other than Phoenix and Ty, Clay is definitely my bestest friend. He helps me more than anyone, always making sure I'm okay before himself. Recently, I've noticed Clay become more affectionate, but I guess he's that sort of guy. Open with everyone. Of course I don't mind. I don't think Clay realises how much he's helped me through this whole dilemma with my dad. If it weren't for Clay, I don't know how I would cope with it. I think about what my dad said earlier on today 'He's good you know, George?' yeah, I do know. I glance at Clay again, taking in his features. It's funny really. He's never really been confident with how he looks. He hasn't face revealed on his YouTube channel yet, and I doubt he will anytime soon. I don't understand why though. It's not like he's ugly or anything. It is quite cool though, him being a mystery to all of his fans. I'm the only one who really knows about his YouTube. Other than his parents. His parents never really understood his 'career choice', they weren't at all supportive of it. But I knew he would get there one day, and he did. 

"George? You're staring at me" Clay says. "Ah- uh sorry I was just thinking" I quickly say, looking away from him. "About..?" He questions. "Um- well just about how much you've helped me recently" I whisper, scratching the back of my neck. Clay doesn't speak for a moment. I turn my head to see what he's doing. He's just smiling down into his lap, playing with the hem of his shirt. "I'm happy I can help you George. I can't imagine what you're going through right now. So I want to try my absolute best to make you happy. You deserve it after everything thats happening at the moment" He says, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Mine aren't any better. Once again I feel the warm feeling burst into my stomach. "Well you do make me happy" I say quietly, slighting cringing at my words. Clay chuckles beside me. Then I hear a loud 'achoo' coming from him.

"Come on, it's getting cold. I don't want you to get sick, otherwise you won't be able to record" I say, standing up. "I won't get sick- " He cuts himself off with another sneeze. I look at him and raise my eyebrow, smirking knowing I'm right. "Okay yeah, let's go" He says, also standing up to join me. We walk along the path, side by side. It's not half as busy as it usually is. All the kids are currently in school and adults at work. All that can be heard is wind blowing through the trees and cars coming from the main road.

Once we're back at the car, Clay unlocks it and we both get in. "Do you want me to take you home?" He says, looking at me. I smile, then yawn "Actually, could you take me to where me and my band practice? I'm going to see if they're still there or not" I ask tiredly. "Are you sure? You look pretty tired-" I cut him off "I'll be fine Clay, no need to worry about me" I answer, with genuinely. He takes one last worried look at me, then nods. I do feel tired. Extremely tired actually. But I know when I'm alone I think. And thats the last thing I want to do right now. I know I could just ask Clay if I can come round his for the night again, but he's already done so much for me. Also, if I did go round his again, we would probably stay up all night, watching movies or I don't know doing something stupid. I can't risk Clay loosing sleep, thats unfair to him.

So instead, he takes me to the recording studio.

-1280 words :)