George: Hey I forgot to ask you but what's your address...?

Dickhead: Oh yeah right uh it's 1**39 forest drive

George: Alright imma take a quick shower then I'll head over I guess...

Dickhead: mmmm you showering for me?

George: Can you just fuck off for once? I literally had gym last period and I feel disgusting. It's not for you.

Dickhead: Whatever you say Georgie (;

*Read at 2:12*

He just never lays off what the hell. He has such a weird way of showing hate.

George slowly takes his shirt off as he looks in the mirror and see's a small bruise. "What the fuck is this from??" He pushes it aside as George slowly turns the shower on as he waits for it to heat up as thoughts run through his mind.

What if he isn't "joking" no no of course he is. God he better be. I don't need no dickboy that I hate all over me.

George slowly hops in the shower as he hears his phone let off a slight ding. "I swear to god if that's Clay..." ...it was

Dickhead: Guessing your in the shower so pic?"

George: What

Dickhead: Just wanna see what your face looks like while your showering.

George: Your such a creep.

*attachment 1 image*

Dickhead: Okay that's just rude. No need to flick me off. I was just asking for a innocent pic of you jez.

George: Leave me alone. I'll be there in 30.

*read 2:30*

George slowly reaches for his towel as he gets out of the shower. "Shit I'm supposed to be there in 5 minutes. Eh he can deal with himself. It's not like he wants to see me or anything."

George throws on a plain light blue tee on and a pair of black skinny jeans. "This should do I guess."

The drive to Clay's house was dreadful. He hasn't hung with the man since 1st grade, and anything he used to know about him sure went away.

George slowly walks over to his door and he knock's two very painful and slow knocks. "Oh hello Georgie. Why don't you come in. My rooms down the hall. Last door on the left." George walks away to Clay's room without saying a word. "Why do we have to do this in your room. This feels weird." Clay ignores the question.

George sits down on Clay's bed as he see's a computer set up. "Hey Clay what's this set up for?" Clay peaks his head through the door and see's him looking at his streaming set. "Oh um...I uh I stream on twitch. Minecraft to be exact." Clay say's looking a little embarrassed. "Hey Clay?"

"Yeah wassup"

"Remember when we were younger?"

"Do we really have to go all deep here? I really hate being here with you. Let's just do some of the project so you can get the fuck out. Please."

"Oh...yeah right ok..."

Clay looks away and picks up his phone and opens youtube and put's his airpods in. George doesn't seem to notice.

The sound can still be quietly heard but George is to much in his train of thought to notice it.

[Play Night changes by one direction for full effect]

Goin' out tonight, changes into something red... Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress. Everything she never had... she's showin' off...

While Clay is listening to his playlist George continues to do research not noticing Clay drifting off.

Drivin' too fast, moon is breakin' through her hair... She's headin' for somethin' that she wont forget... Havin' no regrets is all that she really wants...

[Stop music]

"CLAY! CLAYYY! DUDE HELLO??" George yells at Clay as he finally notices he's been zoned out. "Shit dude you scared me what the hell"

"Dude I've literally been doing this myself. Get your life together and help my god."

George didn't know but that hurt. That hurt Clay a lot.

"Right...sorry I just" Clay says as his voices stiffens up. "You just what" George says in annoyance. "I zoned out because it waste time and I'd rather do that then be with you right now." Clay says confidently but he knows he was lying inside even though George bought it.

Clay lightens up his mood and forgets about the once again irrelevant thing that happened. "So whatcha want me to do?" Clay says forcefully. "Oh look who finally wants to help." George says as he rolls his eyes not making eye contact with Clay.

"I asked you if you needed help. If you were thinking straight you'd take the damn help dumbass." Clay says as he sits back in his chair. "I need a highlighter." George says slightly glancing at Clay regretting looking at his dreadful face. "Hm yeah right well they are in the living room but I'll ge-" Clay gets cut off as George stands up and starts to walk towards the living room. "Dude I said I would get it, you have no idea where it even is." Clay says as he gets up and slowly catches up to George.

Clay trips on a step he forget led to his living room as he falls into George pushing them both onto the ground. In a quite awkward position most would say. Clay was on top of George with his hands on either side of Georges head.

They stayed in the same position for what felt like hours. He-he's on to-top of m...me...George's face sets off a light pink blush. Clay's green eyes stare deeply into George's causing George's face to turn more to a light red. "You dick get the fuck off me" George says after they had laid there for what felt like a hour but was only a minute.

George pushes Clay off with force as Clay rolls over and laughs at him. "What the hell are you laughing at Clay." George says as he gets up and brushes himself off. "Hey I wasn't the one who started blushing" Clay says as he lets off a chuckle. George reaches his hand out for Clay's as Clay takes it smoothly to pull him up. "Oh why thank you ki-" Clay was stopped when George had slapped him in the face. "DUDE WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR ISSUE?!?" Clay says as George looks at him with a grin.

In the blink of a eye the next slap isn't coming from George but it's coming from Clay. Clay slaps George two times harder then George originally had. "MNGHM" George moans as Clay slaps him. "Do that again and I will say I did all the work and you'll get a 0." George says as he rubs his face. "Fair game." Clay says as he walks over and grabs the highlighter while George settles down in the bedroom.

"See this all could've been avoided if you would've just listened to me." Clay says in a more serious tone. "Well earlier you told me you didn't want me here so I might as well leave since you want me to listen to you." George says as he steps out the bedroom. "Wait!! George you can't leave we have to get more work do-" Clay was cut off with the slam of his front door.