George took in a rattled breath, as he fiddled with the straps of his hoodie, and gripped his phone, staring at the messages Clay had left him. He said he would come and grab him, take him to his room, so they could hang around and do whatever they wished.

But he wasn't here, there was no sign of him, and George grew worried.

He looked up at the big red door. Could he just carelessly open it, walk in, and act like he belonged there? He shook his head at the embarrassing images that popped into his head.

Nope, nope, nope- No way was he doing that.

He stared down at his phone. He had told Dream he was there. Clay said he was coming.

Had he gone somewhere? Where had he gone? Why was he asking so many questions- why was he so worried? He barely knew the guy. In person, at least.

It wasn't his fault the internet was weird.

At once, when George set his phone down and turn his head, did he see Dream run across the street with a brown, paper bag in his grip. He reached George's side not a moment later, sighs and huffs escaping his lips, as he tried to get a grip on himself.

George was only let to chuckle. "You alright?"

Dream shook his head and handed George the bag. "These- These 're for you." George gripped them tightly and noticed the logo on the side of the bag, a grin forming onto his face.

It was Niki's bakery. Dream finally gained the energy to stand properly and grip onto the straps of his dark forest green hoodie, pulling the hoodie farther up his head. "There was a really nice lady there, but I think she knew who I was. She didn't say anything though, thank gods."

Yep, defiantly Niki. George couldn't wait to get the messages of his best friend rambling on about how she met the lead singer in the Diamonds.

"Why are you grinning like that?" Clay asked, in turn, smiling himself and George broke out a chuckle and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Nothing."

"Oh, it's something alright."

"No, it's not-" He laughed. Clay tried to poke a finger at his cheek, rambling about how George was flustered and giddy like a highschool girl who had caught feelings, and George defended himself as best he could.

After a bit, they disolved into a pit of giggles and laughter. "Do you- D'you want to come in? We should have gone inside already." George nodded and followed Clay inside. The blond took him away from all the doors and up the steps, where they crossed a hallway and stopped infront of a door with a paper on it, saying: :)

Truly a fascinating message.

Nonetheless, Clay opened his door and let George in first, before he followed behind. It was a kind of rushed, unloved room, in George's eyes.

It looked nice, sure, a lovely bed sat promptly at the side of a large room, but it mocked everything that a room stood for; love, safety, somewhere to hide, to yearn, to laugh. Except, for a small shelf in his room, home to small cassettes, CD's and of course, a cassette player.

Clay followed his gaze, smiled, and moved to the records, pulling them out of their shelf. "I had to leave my CD player at home 'cause Harry said it was a waste of space. He doesn't know about the cassette's though," He grinned, waving one in the air, titled 'Billy Joel: Vienna'.

George came closer to him, and kneeled beside him, as Clay took time to introduce him to every cassette he brought. "Oh- Modern Talking! Ah, I love them. Cheri Cheri Lady-" He began to hum, as he moved away from them.

George's eyes wandered and he pulled one out of Clay's box. "Girls just wanna have fun?" Clay snatched it from his hand the moment the first word left his mouth, pushing it into his cassette player. "Oh, you'll love this one! Then we'll do Modern Talking, Billy Joel- I've got a lot of them."

The first words etched out of the cassette player and they got Clay dancing about his room, singing, "I come home, in the mornin' light, My mother says 'When you gonna live your life right?'"

He let out a hand for George to take. The brunette rolled his eyes, gripped his hand and as soon as he did he was pulled up, pushed towards Clay's chest in a flurry and the blond laughed, continuing to sing. "Oh momma dear, we're not the fortunate ones. And girls, they wanna have fun, Oh girls just wanna have fun!"

Clay tugged on George's hands and the brunette spread them out, for Clay to grasp in his larger ones, twirling around the room.

George's cheeks were heated

"The phone rings, in the middle of the night. My father yells "What you gonna do with your life?" Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one. But girls they wanna have fun, Oh girls just wanna have. That's all they really want some fun. When the workin' day is done, Oh girls, they wanna have fun."

At the end of the song, George wouldn't stop laughing. Clay pushed more and more cassette's in, and as promised, they had listened to Modern Talking, (Cheri Cheri lady was stuck in his head for the rest of the day) ABBA, Billy Joel, Bryan Adams, The beetles, Beach boy, and more.

Clay knew each and every song by heart. When he sang uptown girl, a song near and dear to his heart, he gripped George's hands a little tighter, a smile crawling at his lips. "I'm gonna try for an uptown girl. She's been living in her white-bred world, As long as anyone with hot blood can, And now she's looking for a downtown man, That's what I am. And when she knows what, She wants from her time. And when she wakes up, And makes up her mind, She'll see I'm not so tough. Just because, I'm in love with an uptown girl."

George stared into his emerald green eyes and wondered, maybe, just maybe, Clay might feel a certain way about him. Maybe he did to. Maybe he liked him to.

What are you thinking- Why would Dream like you?

No. Would Clay like him? Clay was a brighter young man then George was, one that belonged in the future, with crowds and people adoring him, while George belonged here, in a quaint little library, away from the eyes of folks like him.

And yet somehow he's singing and dancing along like they've been friends for life.

It's a weird moment they share, but it's enough to fill George's heart with honey and make him sing sweetly into Clay's ears, who in turn takes every word in and falls deeper into love with the boy before him.

Clay collapsed on his bed after hours of singing, and with a small chuckle, George sat down next to him. He grinned as the brunette stared out of his window. He looks like an angel. "Your a good singer."

George snapped his head and grinned, the edges of his lips pushing at his rosy pink cheeks. "As if." He scoffed.

"What? You've got spirit."

"I wouldn't want to be on the cover of every magazine from here to- I don't know, China. You adore every headline being about you, it keeps your ego in tact." George pushed his hand above Clay's face, and Clay took it in his own, laughing in turn.

"Your an Idiot." He said, in between his fits of laughter. "I'm not that self centred."

George didn't reply, instead smiled (and blushed) feeling Clay's breath hit his fingertips. Looking at each-other gave away to another round of giggles, and at the end they were all wheezy, stomachs aching, but their hearts fluttering.

"D'you want to watch a movie?" Clay suddenly asked, sitting up. George shrugged. "Sure."

Clay grabbed the remote, turned on the TV and switched to Netflix. "What's good on Netflix- I haven't been on here in a while." He muttered.

"Anne of green gables has it's own series."

At the mention of his beloved book, Clay demanded they'd watch it. And that's how they spent 5 or so hours watching the first season.

Clay was enamored. He would reach into George's side, make his heart flutter, and whisper about how he loved Anne, wish the Cuthberts would take her in, love Diana even more then Anne, and then when she and Marilla began to talk, he loved Anne more then ever.

In the middle of a scene, something happened. Something that made his heart flutter.

A heavy weight was pushed onto his shoulder, and when he went to look, he saw Clay's head resting there, eyes fixated on the screen. He didn't move when the episode ended, nor when the next or the next finished.

Only when the season was done did he get up and stretch. George felt hope crumble up in his chest and be replaced with longing.

Clay turned to him, grinning. "D'you want to watch the second season?"

He checked the time. 6:30 PM. Ah shit. He promised Tommy a stream today.

"No sorry, I promised a stream today." George explained, pocketing his phone.

Clay cocked his head to the side, a wider grin replacing the one he already wore. "I didn't know you streamed- Living a double life, I see, I see." No way in hell am I gonna let him know I watched his friend's stream.

George shoved him playfully, a smile forming on his face. "No! He's a friend of mine, he wants me to play minecraft with him- He's been trying to get your attention on Twitter."

"Wait, who? That- what was his name- That Tommyinnit guy?"

George cackled at the mention of his name, saying, "Yes! Yeah, that's the one."

"Well, I'll be watchin' his stream then." He winked and George scoffed.

"Weirdo."

"Wha- It's not my fault that your immune to love."

"Am not."

"Don't you love me, Georgie?" Clay sang, flopping onto the couch, closer to George. George pulled away like it was poison, standing up, a smile on his face.

Clay stood up to. George tried to make a beeline to the door, but Clay was quicker. "Oh George." He breathed. When his fingers brushed the handle, Clay tackled him, pulling him away.

"You fool!" He yelled, pushing away from his grasp, and Clay let him, wheezing.

They ended up loving eachother more and more.

-

George crouched next to Tommy, his fingers trailing the keys, getting Tommy out of an 'impossible' situation. Chat was spamming 'L' and 'GOGY' in all caps.

"There." He said, jumping around the world in the meantime.

"Chat stop yelling out 'GOGY' what the hell. Why is it that whenever you come on another hoard of people come crashing in?" Tommy complained, and chat responded with various words.

Tommy forgot about it for a while, before his eyes just barely skimmed the chat yelling 'DREAM'. "Why's chat spamming Dream?"

"Did you hear what happened with Niki?" George asked.

"Yeah. Did she tell you?" Tommy answered.

"No. But any moment now she'll break down my door and tell me everything." Tommy laughed at this, and returned to chat, who was still yelling about dream.

"Did he tweet or something? Hold on." Tommy typed on his second monitor and pulled up Dream's official twitter. "No, he didn't say anything! What the hell. How our lives've been twisted together with the diamonds, I'll never know."

George breathed in a laugh and shrugged. Things just happen.

A donation popped up, and in a robotic voice, it said, "Dream said 'hi Tommy' on your stream!"

"WHAT?" He yelled, typing his name in chat to see the message for himself. And there it was. Hi Tommy. He screamed profoundly.

"YES! I have to tell Tubs about this. What the fuck?!" Tommy laughed. George took out his own phone, went to his messages with Clay, and started to type.

Your going to give Tommy a heart attack >:((

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>:)

>:0

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Jk jk, don't worry, I'm just giving him

a little surprise

Okay then

I'm keeping my eye on you >:(

Pfft

Okay, Georgie

George smiled at the nickname. Tommy began to shake his arm, and once George switched his phone of he got a bear hug from Toms. The blond grinned, raised his arms in the air and George laughed. Yeah. He wouldn't mind if every day ended like this.