Clay sat on his bed trying to sleep instead he laid there and thought of George. George Davidson.. his best friend, and the mask sus remix has nothing on this so called friendship. Clay sat up and put his head in his hands, he checked his phone and sighed. "1:19, great.." Clay whispered. He wanted to see George meet him in person, but the miles between them were an obstacle in the way of their happiness, well mostly Clay's happiness. After awhile he fell asleep, "I HATE you Dream.. Why were we ever friends? To think YOU of all people have a crush on me?! Pathetic.." Dream woke up sweat dripping down his neck and looks back at the clock, 10:27 AM. 'It was only a dream....' he thought.
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❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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