George pov

I was scared. 

To put it simply, I was scared. 

Everything had happened far too fast, leaving me confused and afraid. 

We were in the teacher's lounge right now, where there were no windows, but the lightning from other places in the school spilled into the room, glinting off of the many bottles of booze for seconds before leaving us in darkness again. 

Clay had known what to do. 

He had clearly been in Florida longer than I had. 

I was in a scared daze as he led me to a safer place, bringing our belongings with him. 

Now we were sitting across from each other in an unsettling silence, both of us knowing what to say or how to talk to each other. 

I had been watching this boy for so long, looking into his eyes from afar before I was suddenly met with them in the imagined intimacy that laced the air between us. 

What do you say to the boy that even now holds so many secrets and feelings in his eyes, that you wanted to tell everything to?

What do you say to someone when you dont know what you want the endgame to be?

Did I want him to be my friend?

Did I watch him because he seemed like his problems might correlate closely with mine?

Did I want him because I wanted him to be mine?

I'm knocked out of my thoughts before I'm able to take in their weight, the blonde speaking at last. 

"Hi. I'm Clay." he says, his voice so smooth. I loved it; a voice to match the tranquility he seemed to sulk in. 

All I could do was wave, not able to use sign language and being to unsettled to reach for my phone that lay in a place I was not privy to. 

Clay shifts uncomfortably on the floor, seemingly unsure of what to say. 

I smile, a giggle slipping through the guard that I had been hidden behind for so long. 

He looks up, his green eyes shining through his blonde hair as he keeps his head bowed, the flashes of lightning becoming more frequent as he returns my smile with a grin. 

I raise my hand, making my all my fingers meet my thumb repeatedly, signaling him to talk. 

He's raised his head fully now, seeming less nervous. 

"You want me to talk?" he asks quietly, his voice somehow rising over the ever persistent thunder shaking the building. 

I nod, still smiling. 

"Alright, so... I'll ask you yes or no questions. And then... I'll answer the questions?" he says, looking at me inquisitively, almost pensively, as though I would hate anything he would suggest. 

I nod my head, leaning backwards, bracing myself on my outstretched hands. 

"Alright... are you in my classes?" he asks. 

My heart drops unexpectedly for a reason I'm unsure of. He didnt even notice that I had classes with him?

I nod my head, shaking off the feeling. 

He smiles, continuing to speak. 

"Cool. Uh... do you have siblings?" he asks, to which I shake my head. 

"I do." he says, shocking me. I wanted to tell him I would've liked to meet them. 

"Is there anything that makes you angry? Like, really angry?" I think a moment, opting to shake my head at him. I didnt care about things enough to be upset about them. 

"I get upset, like really, when something is overly criticized. I don't understand why things have to be perfect all the time. I like things a bit messier. I also hate cleaning up." he says. 

"Okay, do you like the outdoors?" I nod. "I hate the outside. Too many bugs, I guess. I only really like being outside if I'm at the beach."

"Are you a social person?" I shake my head no. "Me neither." But he was here, talking to me. Why?

"Do you like dancing?" he asks. I did, but I shake my head no. I used to take dance classes when I was fifteen, but Clay didnt need to know that.

"I do." The blonde says. "Do you like parties?"

I shrug. I'd never been to one. 

"Have you gone to one since you were in high school?"

I shake my head, pointing to him in a silent question. 

"I have, maybe two or three. They're lame if you have no friends to go to them with. Do you have any friends at school? I never really see you with anyone." So he has noticed me. I wasnt sure why my heart seemed to flutter at the realization, the reassurance in his voice consoling me, letting me know that I wasnt a random person to him. 

I shake my head to answer his question, once again pointing to him. 

"No, I have no friends. I'm pretty introverted, but I like hanging out with people anyway." He seemed sad with the truth, but I didnt want to push him, as well as not knowing how to question further.

"Are you a mute?" he asks suddenly. I stare at him, surprised. I would have thought it would be obvious; I hadnt spoken this entire time. 

I nod slowly, shocked at his density. He reciprocated the movement. 

"Is is selective or...?" I nod, biting my bottom lip subconsciously, beginning to feel somewhat nervously 

We spiral into silence, the only sounds surrounding us the distant but fierce pattering of the rain and rumbling thunder. 

He begins picking at the sole of his shoes, his blonde hair blowing gently in the air conditioning's current. 

I reach forward, my hand pausing right in front of the light locks of hair. 

Clay looks up at me, right at my outstretched hand, a fond smile spreading across his face, his green eyes alight with gentility. 

"You can touch my hair. I dont mind." At that, my hand behind to run through his hair. I move closer to him to allow myself more access. 

He giggles, watching me as I smile, biting my lower lip. 

This was absurd. 

I'd never had the desire to get this close to anyone physically. I never had the cravings to hear a person's voice like I had for the blond in front of me. I'd never enjoyed the soft chuckles that reverberated around the room more than I did for those of Clay. 

We stayed like that all night, the questions starting back up at some point, but the both of us being lost to the calm friendship that had settled over our new relation. 

Here ya go. 

I need ideas!!!!!!

I have no motivation to do anything in life if you guys dont talk to me or dont give me inspiration for my storrrryyyy. 

Much luv to you all, and I'm so sorry for the gap between uploads lately. 

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