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“Clay you’re such an idiot, oh my gosh.” George laughs silently with tinted red cheeks.
“But I’m you’re idiot aren’t I?”Said clay raising his eyebrows for emphasis.
“I guess.” George states while looking away to hide his blush.
Clay knew what he was doing bringing that up. They got together 4 years ago. It was George who made the first move. Even the mere mention of that day makes George melt like candy in a microwave. That’s one of the best moments in George’s life.
And just as George thought his life couldn’t get any better clay came and proposed to him. With a blue ring knowing how much he adores the only color he could see. Clay brought George over to his house that day, since George couldn’t exactly drive yet.
“What are you thinking of love?” Questioned clay with his adorable tilt to his head.
“Us.”George said.
And that’s all he had to say for clay to become putty and reach across the seat of the car they were initially in and brought him in for a kiss. George was so lost in thought he forgot they were in the car finishing off with their 124th date. And yes he has been counting them since the first.
But none of that matters once Clays lips rush into George’s and every thought rushes out of George’s head as soon as it had arrived. Clay just has a magical way of doing that to him.
“Cmon,” George says with a smile,”let’s go home.”
And clay smiles back at him. And this, this right here is what love feels like.
Clay puts his hand on the console and goes out of the parking lot and start on the way home. Home is such an amazing word, it brings a rush of love and a goofy smile on George’s face everytime he thinks of it.
Everytime they get to a red light clay squeezes George’s hand. And it makes George’s smile go softer everytime until he almost believes he can’t smile any softer but clay is all about breaking expectations.
They finally make it to their street, the one with the stop sign right next to it.
Clay makes a quick stop at the stop sign, drives a little bit more and then their home.
“We’re home.” Clay grins.
“I know.” George states with an even wider grin.
“Kiss and then patches?” Dream asks.
“Kiss and then patches” George days while leaning in.
They give each other a quick kiss and then exit the car. As George closes the door Clay suddenly grabs George from behind and spins him around making George let out an abrupt laugh as clay carries him all the way to the door.
He lets George down to open the door and patches comes meowing at george and rubbing at his feet.
“You know she used to do that with me.” Clay pouts.
“Well maybe she doesn’t like you anymore.” George teases as he picks patches up, kisses her head and hands his coat to clay in a familiar routine.
“That’s just unfair.” Clay says as he picks up the coat and hangs it in the closet.
All of a sudden Clays phone dings and he gives George an apologetic look.
“Sorry I have to take this. Can you run the shower. I promise to join you in a little bit, ok.” States Clay as he fixes George with an apologetic look and a brisk walk out the door.
And George just sighs and goes to run the shower water. Even if it seemed like a regular morning Clay just had to do this…whatever it is. The first time George could excuse it, the 5th time it was getting weird but this is the 34th time Clay has done this. And it’s become a daily thing. It can’t be wedding planning because they do that together and it can’t be any surprise because not even sapnap, clays best friend, knows what’s going on. It’s just weird.
But just like every day George brushes it off no matter what the bad feeling lingering in the back of his head says.
When Clay comes back they continue on like nothing. Like nothing suspicious is going on, they just continue to act like lovesick oblivious idiots.
They eat dinner together after their shower and then they wash them together.
“Baby cmon you gotta go to sleep.”
Clay gently pushes George from where he was putting the last dish up.
“I can be a little late clay.” George states and defiantly pushes his feet back.
“No you can’t, cmon let’s go love.” Clay states and starts using his actual strength.
George, deciding he’s fighting a losing battle, let’s himself be dragged to the bed and gently rocked to sleep.
George wakes up to a low alarm and groans but reluctantly gets up and gets ready for his doctors appointment.
As he’s walking out the door he hears clays phone ding just as he closes the door. But as usual he ignores it.
He gets in the car and starts off onto his way to the doctors office.