Trouvaille (Dreamnotfound Soulmate AU)

chapter four - changes

a/n: for the start of this book there's a song involved to get the lyrics.
song: changes by Haydes
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George sighed. His fingers gently running over the piano keys. George smiled softly, beginning to play soft piano notes. George played effortlessly, his hands gliding across the instrument. He was unaware of clay, who slowly sat down in a chair close to the door.
George kept playing, and to Clay's surprise, he began to sing.
"I've been, going through the motions. learning how to pretend, that everything is perfect"

It was like listening to an angel, every word flowing from his mouth perfectly.

"and I've been, sinking in an ocean, drowning but I'm silent, yet everyone thinks I'm afloat."

Georges's eyes began to tear up, but he let them fall, becoming too immersed in the music to care. He didn't notice the concern of his friend.

"I'm running through mazes, mazes. maybe it's just a phase, but, regardless. I'm flipping the pages, pages..."

Georges's tone dropped, his emotions finally being let out in the silence of the apparently deserted room. The tone of the music slowed.

".. I'm going through changes, but I swear I'm the same. could you show me some patience.. along the way"

Clay could feel his own tears dampen his cheeks, but he knew if he spoke now, he'd never hear George's real feelings again.

".. I'm going through changes... but I swear I'm the same. could you show me some mercy... if I start to stray"

George's voice broke on the last word, his tears almost like glass on his cheeks.
The music faltered, but it started up again, continuing.

"I've been, chasing after feelings, most of which are fleeting. I still feel empty"

Clay froze, his eyes widening.

"..and I've been, trying hard to fit in, but how come I'm so different..from everyone I see"

Clays heart cracked, if George felt this way, how far deep was he into that pit that could take his life? Clay remembered the signs of that illness, how once it latched on, it could suck everything away.

"I'm running through mazes, mazes. maybe it's just a phase, but, regardless. I'm flipping the pages, pages...I'm going through changes, but I swear I'm the same. could you show me some patience.. along the way"

George could feel all the feeling leaving him, and to him it was blissful. He felt content, ignoring the empty feeling like he was now just a shell.

"I'm going through changes... but I swear I'm the same. could you show me some mercy... if I start to stray"

The music dropped lower, and George's voice turned soulless like he was mourning.

"trying to fight the seasons..trying to find my meaning, maybe there's a reason... why I'm going through these changes.."

(song finishes here)

The soft piano keys slowly died away, and George sat there, letting his tears run and splash onto the instrument.
He jumped as he felt strong arms wrap around him. He looked up into the watery eyes of Clay and instantly choked out a sob. He turned around, holding onto the blonde endlessly crying into his shoulder, the weight of everything finally coming to him.

Clay gently rocked the small boy, soothing him and rubbing his back gently. It felt like ages before the two boys finally pulled apart, but in reality, it was only a few minutes.
George sniffed, mumbling a soft apology to the tallboy.
"Its fine George, you're amazing at singing"
George giggled quietly.
"Shut up, I attempted okay"
"No seriously, it was beautiful."
George looked up, his face turning pink. Both boys looked away, blushing softly.

George sighed before laying his head back on Clay's shoulder, the blonde not hesitating to wrap an arm around the brunette. They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the others company.
George could feel himself drifting off, but honestly couldn't care, anything to stay in the warmth of his best friend.

Was he his best friend? Or was he something more? Well obviously he's more, you don't dream about your best friend doing.. that, for no reason. George knew he liked Clay, but the question was, would he ever return the feelings?
George sighed, wishing his thoughts would leave him alone for a few seconds.
"What are you thinking about?"
George froze, his heart beating fast. He had forgotten the topic of his inner debate was next to him.
"uh.. a lot really"

" you can tell me anything, you know that."

George frowned, his eyes tearing up again. He wished he could tell him everything but it was bottled up, and he didn't want to burden him. He would have to carry this weight alone.
"Yeah..thank you"
"always Georgie.."
The brit snuggled closer, and Clay practically glowed. He's always been an affectionate person, and this was complete heaven to him. He didn't care if it didn't last. He would cherish this moment for the rest of his life. He couldn't wait for his birthday, because he knew the instant he turned eighteen, he and George would be able to do all the things Clay had dreamed of, and that their soul bands and marks would match. His heart swelled at the thought, and he leaned his head on Georges, sighing in content.
"Clay.."
Clay lifted his head, and George looked up. The two boys blushed, realizing how close their faces were. Their noses were practically touching, and they could feel the other's warm breathe.
George was transfixed, staring endlessly into his friend's eyes. He could just be imaging the bright green they were, longed to see it.
Clays eyes fell to georges lips, pink and soft. Clays eyes hooded, and without a single thought, he slowly leaned in, till there faces were inches apart, there lips barely touching.
Suddenly the bell rang, the speaker practically screaming in the silence. The two boys bounced apart, red in the face.
"w-we should go to class"
George stuttered, grabbing his bag and shouldering it.
"George wait-"
"I'll see you later!"
George bolted from the room, leaving Clay shocked. He nearly kissed him, almost. Clay realised the situation, and his heart broke. George's reaction was.. expected. it hurt, but what else could happen. Clay just hoped he could play it off as a joke later.

Boy would he regret that.

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a/n: what's going to happen next?
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