After Wilbur's concert, they were all pretty bummed out. Whether it would be from the trouble of the man, or the wooing and cheering, they couldn't guess.

Maybe it was a mixture of both.

But since they lived in a god damn society even though he was feeling at the bottom of the dumps, he had to work. Just what he needed.

But hey, atleast he could read to the kids today.

George waited patiently, flipping through a picture book he could read today, before turning his head. A grin formed on his face as he watched a petit lady open the library door and shushed many little fluffy haired children.

The lady lifts her head when all the children are buzzing with excitement, and finds him between the many shelves of books. He poked his head out and one of the children see him.

"Mr. Davidson!" The child pointed and an eruption of cheers found him. Some of the children came and gripped his arms and waist, hugging him and cheering his name, or telling him stories about what had happened to them.

"Children!" The lady scolded them as everyone came around George, some 16 children. He shook his head and grinned at her, "It's alright Ms. K. We'll be fine, won't we?"

They all nodded their heads.

Ms. K sighed and followed everyone to the 'reading room' where George sat down on a stool and waited for the children to pick out a book for them to read. Before he knew it, they were pushing a book to his face, and he gazed at the cover.

"You want to read this?"

They all nodded.

"Sit down, quickly." He whispered but everyone heard him, and they all shuffled to the ground, staring at him with round eyes.

He gazed at the book, brought it up for everyone to see, and began to read.

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It's not that hard, Clay screamed at himself. It's not that hard, just give them to him and be on your way. Then you'll see him at the concert. That's why your doing this.

Clay groaned. He eyed the five backstage tickets in his pocket. He replayed the plan over and over and over in his head, Just give them to him. Explain them. Leave.

Easy.

He walked up to the large doors of the library, lifting his hand to open the doors, his fingers lingering on air. He groaned and fell back to the side. He couldn't do it.

He held his face in his hands and pulled his hood up. Why was this so hard?

A ring silenced his thoughts, and he slowly fiddled with his pocket to find his phone. Seeing that Sapnap was calling him, he opened up the phone and pressed the screen to his ear.

"Did you do it yet?"

Clay glared into the phone, as if he was staring at Sapnap's stupid face. The grin could be heard by the tone of his voice, even if Clay was a thousand miles away he could still feel it.

"Oh shit." Sapnap swore, trying to hide his laughter. "You didn't do it yet, did you?"

"Do it, you little asshole!"

"Language!"

Clay mumbled under his breath, words that he would never dare to say to anyone whom he didn't know. But even if they were mutters, Sapnap had perfect hearing. Good thing he was on call, "What?"

"Nothing." Clay replied. "I can't do it, Sap."

"Oh, of course you can."

"No, Sap, I can't. I physically can't."

"Okay, answer me this. Do you want him to be at the concert?"

"Yeah."

"And you know that the only way he can go, without over-complications, are with those tickets?"

Clay bit his tongue, "Yeah."

"So are you gonna march over there and give them to him like your superman?"

Clay sighed. "Yeah."

"Go then, before Harry figures it out."

"Okay."

He tapped the 'end call' button and huffed, pushing his phone into his pocket. Shutting his eyes tightly, he pushed the doors open and closed them quietly, turning to the front desk as quickly as possible.

"George, I-"

He opened his eyes and realised that the boy wasn't there. He looked around, gazing at the rows and rows of books living on shelves and elders, aswell as college students, picking out books to read.

He walked away from the desk and wandered to the back of the library. Before he knew it, he had reached the children's section, covers of princesses and dragons staring down at him with wide, desperate eyes.

He looked away, unafraid, and found a familiar voice. "And then the princess-" He moved towards the noise and turned the corner, his cheeks redding at the sight.

George, sat on a stool, reading a picture book to a bunch of children, all with blinding colours of hair. Clay grinned at the sight, almost cracking up at the thought that George read to children, but somehow it didn't surprise him.

George barely lifted his gaze as he flipped the page to his book, his eyes meeting Clay's. The blond was on the verge of laughing until his lungs collapsed, but he held it in.

George's widened gaze probably lingered on him a little too long, for then the children started to turn their heads and look at him. Surprised gasps and giggles erupted into the room, unstoppable from the lack of teacher to control them.

George pushed his glasses up his nose and tried to shush them, but it didn't quite work. "Mister Davidson!" One of the children, a boy with red hair shot his hand into the air, "Where you staring?"

"As a matter of fact," Clay spoke, walking in with a careful glance at George. "He was staring." The whispers and laughs continued.

"You-" George almost swore. He shut his mouth and Clay cockily grinned.

"Do you guys mind if I listen in with you?"

The children shook their heads and Clay sat down in the front row, next to the red haired boy. "What's your name, mister?" A girl with blond hair spoke.

"Clay. And don't call me mister, I'm not that old." He told them, and turned towards George, hands cupping his very own cheeks.

"Alright, um-" George stuttered with flushed cheeks, and sighed, reading the page and showing the pictures to the children who gasped and smiled and laughed.

As the story continued, Clay had just been staring at George, analysing his features and the way he spoke every word, laced with a British accent that he loved way too much.

Love. Love. What a big word.

Would it have suited him? Yeah, yes it would.

Eventually, the book ended, and George began to recite the lesson learned and everything in between. "Any questions?" He asked.

"Tell us about Harry Potter again!"

George stiffened at the word, and from what it seemed, it looked as if George had been embarrassed by it. "Again? Aren't you all a little too old for Harry Potter now?"

All of them shook their heads. "You promised you'd tell us what happened to Ron!"

"What? Ron. Why would you guys want to know about him?" Clay spoke up. "Harry Potter is- well, it's not as good as Percy Jackson. Don't you guys want to know about the big three, about Zues, the god of lightning, about Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Hades, the god of the underworld?"

The children let out an excited 'oooo'. Clay stood up and used his hands to explain the endless stories of green mythology. He spoke about Kronos, and the birth of all his children, and how he had died a tragic death. He also touched upon many of the gods and goddesses, all of them.

He rambled too much.

"Isn't that a little gruesome?" George stood up to challenge Clay, but the blond wouldn't back down. "Why would you dilly dally on an old story like that, something that went on thousands or years ago that could be overrided by magic? Isn't magic more fun?"

"What does overrided mean?"

George sighed and Clay sucked in a breath so he wouldn't burst out laughing. "Better than."

"Alright Children," a voice boomed out of the shadows and when they turned they saw a lady, rounding up her children like they were sheep meant to be taken back to their stable. "That's enough for today, say bye bye to George and-"

The elder turned to look at Clay and she paused, stiffened in her tracks. The blond felt like he wanted to die at that moment- As much as he loved meeting fans, a library was not a good place to do so.

"And um- you, yeah, er- C'mon children."

They yelled out an exaggerated 'goodbye' some even going up to George. One girl in particular, went up to hug him and told him she preferred Harry Potter to whatever Clay was talking about, in her very own words.

George chuckled and hugged her back, while Clay just stood there and smiled.

He let out a shaggy breath as he watched her leave with everyone following behind.

When they were all out of sight, George turned to him with a grin and pointed a finger at his chest, "What are you doing here, disrupting my class like that? Now they'll be begging me for mythology."

Clay shrugged, "Guess you'll just have to learn, then." George huffed at his words while Clay laughed, pulling a hand to cover his mouth.

His fingers brushed his pockets as he tried to slither his hands in, and then he realised what he had come here to do. "Oh yeah," He mumbled, trying to find a nice beginning to whatever he wanted to say. Ultimately, he couldn't come up with anything.

"Yeah?" George looked up at him expectantly, picking up his stool and moving it to the far edge of the room. Clay followed pursuit, fumbling on his words, staring down at his feet, trying to get the message out.

"Well I just- y'know, we've been friends for a while, and I kinda thought- well," Clay finally bit the bullet when George turned to face him, and he showed the five tickets to the brunette.

"It was my idea, five for you and your friends. I wanted you to come to our last show, 'cause we'll be leaving soon and you know, I just-" He was cut off by George, who stared down at the pieces of paper like they were gold, mined from him and only him.

"Clay, I can't-" He tried to seat them away but Clay persisted, pushed them towards the other and tried to convince him what he wanted to say, "No you can, your my friend, you've helped me so much, you don't even know."

"I only ever talked to you about books," George began but Clay cut him off, "And those have done a lot of things for me. Please, take them."

George looked from Clay to the tickets uncertainly and finally, with a short sigh, he took them and analysed them closely. "Backstage passes- Wait you gave us backstage passes?!" Clay scurried away before George could say anything more.

"See you at the show!"

George reached out a hand to call towards him but the moment he blinked, Clay had left his sight. He looked back down at the tickets in his hand and smiled.

He didn't know how everyone would take the news.

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