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the high shelf

warnings : 

another fluff one, with smut at the end

characters : 

george and clay

summary :

george is too short to reach the snacks at the top of the isle.

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George was in an over sized hoodie and a pair of shorts. He wouldn't have ever worn it out the house if it wasn't 11 at night and craving snacks so bad that he didn't care what he looked like right now. Walking into the supermarket, the brunette was glad it was practically empty, and hurried to the snack isle. 

George was craving these one sweets, sour patch kids, and skimmed all along the isles for them, letting out a quiet yelp when he found them, high up on the shelf.

Confidently, he reached an arm up to grab the packet of sweets raising up on his toes. His hand hardly even reached the 3rd shelf, never mind the top one.

He curses under his breath, looking around to spot a Tall blonde in a bright green hoodie, and a girl even further down the isle. He shook his head, grabbing other snacks and placing them by his feet, waiting for the people to leave the isle so he could jump for the sour sweets without feeling embarrassed.

He tries again, standing on his tiptoes fingers brushing against the green packaging. He huffs out a breath in annoyance.

"Which one you want?" A voice speaks up, and George spins around in shock. He looks up at the blonde, admiring his green eyes and messy waves covering his forehead. 

"Hello?" The blonde pushes, and George clears his throat.

"Uh the- the uh sour patch kids." George mumbles, hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. 

The blonde leans over the top of him to grab the sweets, towering over George.

"My sister thinks your cute by the way." He nods his head towards the girl at the end of the isle who had been watching the whole encounter.

"I- She's not my type, plus im 24. She looks like 16." George stutters, taking the packet of sweets of the blonde and avoiding eye contact as he picks up the rest of the food by his foot. 

"Here let me give you a hand," The boy smiles, taking some sweets from his two hands and heading towards the drinks isle with him. "So what's your name." 

"George."

"I'm Clay. So what's your type then George?" Clay grins, grabbing a white monster from the fridge, the brunette grabbing one of the original ones. 

"Uh not women, so..." George grumbles, heading towards the tills.

"I've got this. Dris come on, hurry up." Clay grins, scanning George's items and paying for them while he waited for his sister to come over.

The girl bounded over, smiling shyly at the brunette and then handing the snacks she was holding to her brother.

"Got a pen?" Clay asked, folding up George's receipt between his fingers while 'Dris' fumbled in her purse for a pen and handing it over to the boy. 

Clay writes down his number on the bit of paper and takes George's hand, placing it flat on his palm and closing his hand around George's.

"Text me." The blonde smiles, and George nods, heading out the show, letting the cold air of the night cool down his cheeks.