George POV-

I open my eyes, and grab my phone from charging and check the time. It's 8:05. I open messages and text Clay.

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George

What time do you want to come over? I just woke up.

Clay

I woke up a little bit ago, would 9 work?

George

Yup! See you then!

Clay

See you soon!

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Ok, I have until 9:00 to get ready for the day. It's now 8:15, so I have 45 minutes. I put on some clothes good for gardening, which is overalls and a tee shirt. I eat some toast, brush my teeth, and put on some old boots. I rummage through my closet for a couple minutes and find a straw hat. I put on some sunscreen, chapstick, and the hat, and hear a knock on my front door. That must be Clay. I open the door and sure enough it is him. He is wearing jeans and a loose, worn down tee shirt a couple sizes too big. On me it would be down to my knees.

"Hi, Clay! You have the calendulas?" I ask.

"Yup! By the way, I love your outfit!" Clay responded. He likes my outfit? It's just gardening clothes, but I guess it's a good outfit. Clay's outfit looked adorable with his oversized shirt.

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Clay POV-

George looked so cute in his overalls and tee shirt. He was wearing an adorable straw hat as well. I grabbed the calendulas I brought and showed them to George. He showed me through their small house and out the back door to the backyard. We then walked over to the side yard, which had weeds growing all over.

"Huh. I'm guessing you haven't done much work over here recently, have you?" I ask George.

"Nope. No one in my family has a green thumb, so we don't do much except water the lawn. I was thinking about maybe pulling the weeds from the lawn later." George responded to me.

"I could stay and help pull weeds, if you want?" I proposed to George. He agreed to the idea, and then suggested we should start working on the side yard. I agreed with him, and turned to the patch of weed we had to focus on. We worked on pulling out the weeds from the side yard for about half an hour, seldom talking, except for the occasional 'can you pass me the ____?' or 'I need the ____'. I wanted to talk to him, but we were too focused. We finally finished after a lot of hard work and determination, and George asked if I wanted to take a break and chill inside.

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Clay agrees to come inside and take a break from the work before planting the flowers. We take off our muddy shoes and gloves at the door and head inside my small house.

"Do you want something to drink? We have Capri Suns, Sprite, water, and juice." I ask Clay.

"I love Capri Suns, I'll have one of those if that's ok." Clay responded. I grab one for him and one for me and show the way down the hall to my room. I motion to sit on my bed, and I sit next to him, then hand Clay the Capri Sun and open mine.

"Thanks Georgie," Clay says.

"Your wel- wait. Georgie?" I ask. Clay claps his hand on top of him mouth and turns bright red. I laugh a little bit.

"I'm so sorry, that just came out." Clay says, embarrassed.

"It's ok Clay, I like it." I respond. Clay blushes even more. Why did I say that? But then Clay... Smiles? He giggles a little bit.

"Ok, Georgie. Whatever you say." Clay jokes. Now I'm the one blushing. Clay notices.

"Why are you blushing, Georgie? Have a crush on me or something?" Clay asks. That made me blush even more than I was already.

"Wait. Why were you blushing, then? Do you have a crush on me?" I ask as a comeback. He looks nervous. Wait, what? Does he? No way.

"N-no."Clay responds. Why is he so nervous? Thank God I avoided the question.

"Georgie?'

"Yeah?"

"If it doesn't make you uncomfortable, do you like guys?"

"Oh! Um, you're kinda the first person to know... But yeah. I'm gay." I can't believe I told him that.

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Clay POV-

He's gay? So, do I have a chance? The x he sent on the end of that text...

"Why do you ask? You really do have a crush on me, don't you?" George said in a joking way.

"I already said no! But, you are the fourth person to know that I'm bisexual." I don't know if I was convincing on the no. Then I realize...

"Wait, you never answered my question, do you have a crush on me?" I ask George. He blushes.

"And what if I do? What are you gonna do about it?" He responds. HUH? WHAT IF I DO? My heart is going a mile a minute.

"What do you mean!?" I ask George.

"Based on your reaction, you definitely have a crush on me." He responded.

"NO I DON'T!" I yell. George giggles.

"Whatever you say, lover boy." He says sarcasticly. Does George like me back? No way. Sure, he's gay, but I'm not good enough for him. He's perfect in my eyes.

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George POV-

Ugh. I've said way too much. He probably knows I like him, and he doesn't like me back. I'm just joking around. But he's bi, so I have a little bit of a chance.

"Anyway, wanna go back outside and plant the flowers?" I ask to break the silence. Clay agrees and we head outside back, then to the side yard. We worked for about 45 minutes on planting the flowers and pulling weeds from the lawn. When we're done, we head inside once more.

"Y'know, maybe I should come out to my friends as well. They'll accept me." I say to Clay.

"Do whatever you want to!" He says back to me. I text my friends and say I have to tell them something, then join a call. They join too.

"What's up, George?" Asks Floris.

"Well... I'm gay. I just thought you should know.

"Not to steal the spotlight, but I am too." Adds Charlie. Oh, wow. Ok.

"Same here," says Toby. I wonder about Floris.

"I'm straight, but y'all slay I guess!" Says Floris. Oh. Ok. That answers that. I feel a lot better.

"*Can I tell them about you?*" I whisper to Clay. He says that it's ok if I want to.

"Oh, guys, by the way, Clay is bisexual! Can he hang out with us on Monday during break?" I ask my friends. Collective yeses through the group. I end the call, and Clay says he has to go home.

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End of chapter two

A little bit more zesty...