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"Welcome back to my humble abode Gogy." Clay declares, swinging open the door as he does so.
"My mum is probably so pissed at me." I whisper to myself, not fully realize what had happened yet.
"Well, obviously, you said some pretty rude stuff to your stepdad, stormed to your room, snuck out the window, and then had your friend drive you to their place. If I was your mom I would be furious at you."
He practically pushes me in the house. I sit down on his couch and he goes into his kitchen. He comes back and throws a water bottle at me.
Barely catching it, I mumble "Thanks."
He grabs is own bottle of water and flops down on the couch next to me.
"So, Gogy, whatcha wanna do?"
I shrug and open my bottle to take a sip.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Nick and Karl decided to make a surprise visit and Zak and Darryl came over after that. Now, we're sitting in Clay's room playing girl's sleepover games.
"Ummm, never have I ever done drugs." Karl says indecisively. No one gets a tally mark for that one.
Nick goes next, "Never have I ever kissed a guy." Darryl and Zak frantically glance at each other, blushing, and they both get a tally mark.
"Never have I ever..." Clay says hesitantly. He draws out every syllable, almost like he is stalling, "I don't know. Never have I ever been born in London." He looks over at me and grins.
"Well. I don't feel targeted at all." I say as I add a tally mark to my score. I'm getting dangerously close to 10 tally marks. That's when the game ends and the person who got those ten tally marks has to do whatever the others say for an hour. Or at least that's how we all play it.
"My turn. Never have I ever been taller than 5'9"." I say, giving Darryl a high-five as everyone else gets a tally besides us.
"If you wanna play like that then let's play like that. Never have I ever been shorter than 5'10"." Zak says with newly found confidence in his voice. Darryl and I get a tally mark. I have nine tally marks. All I need is one more and...
"Never have I ever been a big old trolly muffin-head!" Darryl says excitedly, being louder than he should. After a while of debating, Zak gets a tally mark. Not before he calls Darryl a hacker for having that one be legit though.
After a few more rounds, the score is pretty much tied up. I have 9 still, Clay has 9 also, and everyone else has 8. No one is sure who they want to have losing yet.
"Never have I ever been on an airplane before."
Everyone groans and gets a tally mark, making Clay and I at ten marks. We lost.
"Ohhhh, now you two have to do whatever we say!" Nick says excitedly. "The first thing I want you do do is kiss!"
I turn red immediately and I see blush creeping onto Clay's face.
"I can't" he says, looking kind of disappointed, "Remember that girl Emma? Wellllll, I'm kinda dating her now." He draws out the 'l' in well.
Everyone exchanges a look that basically says 'really?'. I just stare at the ground, how upset I am being obvious.
"I think we should go now." Darryl says, looking at my depressed state.
"But the hour of dares.." Nick whispers sadly.
"Not now, Nick."
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365 (Dream Team)
FanfictionGeorge struggles while dealing with having a rare type of liver cancer, Fibrolamellar carcinoma, and being in love with his best friend of seven years, Clay. High school doesn't help his situation and he has to figure out a way to live his best lif...
