saturday mornings are my favourite part of the week. waking up to just me and my sister in a quiet house, being able to do whatever i want all day and relax hits different.
i woke up very pleasantly today. my morning went very smoothly, and i even took a shower in the morning rather than during the evening.
all was cupcakes and rainbows before
(3) new messages from gooogy
clay
you wrote it
didnt you?
my heart. it fucking stopped. my stomach dropped to the floor. i went weak.
trembling, i drop the towel i was using to dry the extra dampness off of my hair and picked up my phone.
i won't answer it. no. not until he changed the subject with a different text.
i relaxed after about a minute. yeah, i'll just ignore it.
clay
i know you did
clay
answer me
rn
i saw the messages and my heart stopped once again. god fucking damn it.
clay
please
hello
i know you're active
deny it. just deny it, clay.
clay
what
you wrote it
i know you did
huh
you know what i'm talking about
don't ignore this
he's starting to scare me, but i continue to deny it.
the love letter you got?
yes
clay
lmao no
why would it be me
clay this is your handwriting
this is your fucking messy writinf
writing
at this point, my heart didn't stop, but was about to escape my chest from how hard it was beating.
you cant prove that
clay just stop denying it
but i didn't write it
stop accusing me
clay
it's ok
if you say you wrote it nothing bad will happen
this fucking boy.
clay i love you
i love you too
YOU ARE READING
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...
