George awoke and immediately felt his head pounding. He wanted to sit up, and refocus his vision, but that small desire disappeared when he felt the figure laying next to him. Clay laid right beside him, with his arms snaked around George's waist and legs intertwined with each other. George felt completely sober now, but could only partially remember the night before. He brought Clay's duvet over his face, it smelled of lavender.

George shuffled around a little, being as quiet as he could so he wouldn't wake Clay, but he didn't move the sleeping male's arm or leg from being tightly wrapped around his body. George could feel Clay's warm breath on the back of his neck, and he felt as though he'd never been this comfy before.

About twenty minutes later, Clay awoke. "George, are you awake?" He mumbled, picking his head up and slightly sitting up in bed.

"Mmmhhhhhmnnn," was George's slow reply. He copied Clay and they sat up in bed together, against the wooden headboard.

Clay burst out laughing, "I've never seen you like that, holy shit you were wasted," he said, wheezing in between every few words.

Does he remember? He was just drunk, George. Stop it.

George slapped his hand against his forehead out of embarrassment, forgetting he head a headache. "My head hurts." Confusing questions stayed unanswered in his head, and he couldn't help but talk to Clay about them. He was scared that he had done something stupid, or exposed himself in a weird way, perhaps making Clay uncomfortable. There was one thing that George could remember, and that was Clay's touch.
"What happened last night? What did I do? Tell me everything."

Dream turned to look at George who now had his head in a pillow. "Well...we drunk loads, you drunk a little too much, and we ordered...pizza I think. Then we played cards, and I won every game. We watched you climb on the kitchen counters and try to balance a glass on your head, and other dumb things. And then we sat in the living room, where-"

George had lifted his head now, and was curious as to what Clay was about to say.

"You remember, George," Clay winked.

George could remember the urge that he had gotten to kiss Clay. It had been such a strong urge, but it had been the dirty blond who had brought it up.

Motherfucker. George thought. He knows what he's doing to me.

George nodded, "Y-yeah, " he stuttered nervously. How did this man make him feel so flustered almost 100% of the time? Especially when they were this close, skin touching.

Clay turned his head and looked at George, "we'll finish that conversation later."

The day flew by extremely quickly, George had fallen back asleep shortly after that conversation and had taken some Advil to relieve his headache. Clay and Nick had spent most of the day in the living room, leaving George some space to recover. George had awoken at around 4pm, and had then proceeded to scroll through his phone and edit a new video for hours, until the time struck 10pm.

Nick and Clay burst into the room, making George almost throw his phone and laptop.
"Oh my God, what?!"

"We're going for a late-night drive, cmon," Clay announced, and Nick was beaming with happiness.

George hadn't been on a late-night drive in what felt like years. The last time he had was in high school with his old friends- he remembered feeling free. George jumped up from the bed, completely forgetting about his hangover and pulling the hood of Clay's hoodie off of his head, exposing his ruffled, chocolate hair.

"Let's go," George said, running out of Clay's room and heading for the front door.

Nick and Clay chased after him, "jesus christ, we thought you'd refuse to get out of bed!" Nick laughed loudly, almost tumbling over.

The three of them left the house and ran to the car in the rain. It was quite heavy, but it made the atmosphere better.

Clay drove, George in the passenger seat and Nick on the middle seat in the back. Clay started up the car and pulled out of the driveway recklessly. The vibes were immaculate. George hadn't felt this happy in a very long time.

AN: while writing this next part, i imagined the song 'Freaks' by Surf Curse playing. So put earphones in and listen to it while reading if you want :).

When they drove onto the highway, it was almost empty. Clay didn't hesitate to pick up the speed, until they were going 90 miles an hour down the long road. Music was blaring from the stereo and rain was pelting against the windshield. Nothing could beat this, all three of them were having such a good time. George felt free.

George unrolled his window and stuck his head out, cheering with happiness and screaming the lyrics to the song that was flooding their ears and blocking out any other sounds. Dream watched him in awe, as his hair was now dripping wet and his eye lashes were catching droplets of rain- he just looked so happy. He'd been trapped for all his life, not able to live his life the way he wanted to.

"YOU SURE HE'S NOT STILL DRUNK?" Nick shouted over the music, nudging Clay.

"JUST EXTREMELY HAPPY I THINK!" Clay shouted.

George brought his head back inside and laughed at himself. He was drenched. He then noticed Clay staring, and his heart suddenly dropped. He beamed with pure joy, and his body was shaking with serotonin.

"WHERE ARE WE EVEN GOING?" He shouted, still refusing to turn down the music.

"YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE!" Clay told him, refocusing his eyes on the road and slowing down a little. He glanced at Nick and smirked.

They drove for about an hour, feeling the music without a worry in the world.

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The three of them got out of the car, and George's eyes were suddenly blinded by thousands of tiny little city lights. Clay and Nick had taken him to the top of a tall mountain to look down at the beautifully lit up city of Miami.

George ran to the edge of the mountain, and stared down at the huge, stunning city. Clay studied George's pretty face as his eyes reflected the little golden lights dotted below the mountain.

"Oh my God, it's beautiful," George couldn't take his eyes off of the city, until he turned to Clay. It was like he completely forgot where he was when he saw Clay's face against the golden light, and his smiling eyes glistening in the moonlight as little droplets of rain landed on his eyelashes. He was perfect.

I'm literally obsessed with him.

Nick took a blanket out from the trunk of the car and laid it out just before the edge of the mountain. Clay and George sat, not even an inch apart from each other, and George's heart pounded as he felt Clay snake an arm around his shoulders.

Nick stood back, not sitting.

"Come on, sit," George patted the spot on the blanket next to him.

"I'm going to just take a walk over there," Nick said, and winked at George.

He's giving us alone time.

George smiled at Nick. There were a few moments of silence between the dirty blond and the brunette before George finally broke it.

"It's so pretty," he said, in a soft voice, almost a whisper.

Clay turned to George and gazed into his eyes, "almost as pretty as you." He said under his breath.

George swung his head around to lock eye contact with Clay. A soft blush swept across is cheeks until he had to break the eye contact and stare at his lap in embarrassment.

Clay returned to staring out into the city. The rain begun to pour harder and he only held George closer. It was like there was no one else in the world except the two of them, everything was perfect. Their hair was soaking wet, and their clothes were sticking to their touch-starved bodies. George rolled his head back so the rain was splashing onto his face, making him feel alive. Clay copied him, until they both fell onto their backs and let the rain drown them.

"Do you ever- like, want to just escape. You feel so numb sometimes, and it's just nice to, I don't know, feel something," George said, his eyes closed as he felt small rain drops fall onto his eye lids.

George suddenly felt a cold, large hand land on his cheek, and turn his head so that he was facing the beautiful boy."Can you feel this?" Clay asked.

He pulled George closer and locked their lips together. A sudden feeling of euphoria took over George's body as his mind filled with exploding fireworks and sparks. The feeling of their skin touching, and lips connecting was the feeling that George had been craving. Their kiss was passionate, and full of love. Everything about it was perfect in George's eyes, and he never wanted to move.

The rain poured down on them as they kissed, and it made the moment feel even more special. Clay's hands were cupping George's pale face, and George's were running through Clay's soaking wet hair.

Clay finally pulled away after a couple of minutes, his eyes filled with relief. He wrapped an arm around George's waist and pulled him closer, so that their bodies were touching.

"George, I love you."

The words sunk deep into George's heart. He couldn't help but feel flustered and bury his face into Clay's chest. It was like a bandaid had been ripped off, those three words were the three he never expected to hear, but wanted so badly.

"I love you too, Clay, and I have since I met you." George admitted.

"You look so fucking cute," Clay laughed, pulling George's face up to meet his eyes.

Before George could fully process what he and Clay had just said and done, he was scooped up and placed on his feet. Clay still held his waist tightly, and George had his arms loosely wrapped around Clay's neck. They gazed into each other's eyes, blinking regularly due to the heavy rain.

They stared at each other for a minute or two, admiring their lover, before they started to dance. They danced like maniacs in the showers. George ran, and Clay chased him before pulling him close- where he belonged.

Nothing else was on their minds except each other, and the moment they were sharing.

AHHHH i love this chapter so much
although it made me feel very lonely.
i hope you liked it, it's my favourite one so far. the 'main' plot point comes in soon- which i'm excited about.

remember to eat something, drink water and take care of yourself, love you <3

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