Clay snapped his eyes open at the sound of his phone dinging. He scrubbed at his eyes and got up to stretch his limbs before grabbing his phone out of his pocket.

50+ messages from Nick.

Frantically, Clay began to reply to all of Nick's texts and raise his arms up in the air at the thought of his furious gaze.

Apparently they had to go and take a photo shoot with 'Violet Starling' today and that he'd better get his ass back there or else Harry would scream at him.

As Clay read through the messages, rolling his eyes at a few of them, he heard loud noises coming from behind the door and raised his head to try and detect who it was.

It was 7AM. Who would be up at this hour?

"WILL, GET OUT YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR FOREVER!"

And there it was. He heard a door open and shut once more, and then the door to the hallway opened up and Will walked out, his hair ruffled and wet. "Hullo mate. Sleep well?"

Clay nodded and got up. "I better go now, you've been too kind."

"No worries. You sure you don't want to wash up first? Toms doesn't take that long and if Tubbo catches the shower first, it doesn't matter. He takes quick ones anyways." Wilbur told. "We have an extra toothbrush in the cabinet above the mirror."

After he had finished speaking, the door slammed into the side and George walked out hurriedly walking towards the kitchen and taking out plates from the cabinets above.

"Morning, Gogs. Are you making breakfast today?" Wilbur asked as George took out a loaf of bread they had gotten from the store.

"Morning Will, Clay- Wait Clay, did you sleep here last night?!" The blond waved his good morning to the stricken brunette and nodded at the question. Wilbur pat his back.

"I don't think I can, Wilbur."

"Of course you can. You can use my spare clothes if you need an extra change." Clay looked at him for a moment; He was going to do a photoshoot, and he did have to look like a decent human being.

Wilbur pat his shoulder once more. "I take that as a yes, then? You might have to wait for Tommy though."

"Thank you, Will."

"No problem, mate."

"Hey Clay, what would you like for breakfast?" George asked hurriedly, almost like he was in the rush for something. Surely his job didn't start this early.

He backed away and put his hands up in defeat. "Oh, I really shouldn't."

"I'll have jam." Tubbo came out of the door and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Can I also have a tea with honey?"

"Yeah, definitely. Go ask Toms what he wants, will you?" George asked and put the kettle on the stove, lighting it up.

"Okay. Mornin' Clay." Tubbo said nonchalantly, gaining back some of his laid back mood from what Dream had seen of him.

He disappeared for a short moment before he came back to George's side. "He wants cereal."

"Are you going to watch South Park again?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Alright. Don't forget you have to move everything from your house to here, alright. Toms and Will'll help you out."

"Why are you acting like my mum?"

George flicked Tubbo's nose, making the other laugh and turned the kettle off, handing Will his plate. "If your going to live with us, then you're going to have to do food duty once a week." He told.

"HEY TUBS, SHOWERS FREE!" Tommy called out from the hallway and dashed off into his room. "Let Clay go first," Wilbur told the others, biting into his toast. "Go hand him one of my spare clothes, will you Toby?"

"What do you want for breakfast, Clay?" George asked once more.

"I'll have the same as Will. Hey, can I watch South Park with you two?" Clay dared to ask and Tubbo nodded at his question before leading him into Will's room.

He waited patiently as Tubbo took out a plain white tee and baggy pants, handing them to Clay. "Thank you."

"Of course."

Clay strode over towards the bathroom and pulled the door open. He locked it before he took off his clothes and stepped in the shower.

As he felt the warm water hit his back and tangle his hair, he heard the others speak from the kitchen. This time a new voice appeared, probably Niki.

"Hey Gogy, I'm in a bit of a rush today, I have to open the shop early or else Hannah'll be upset."

"Hannah doesn't have one bad bone in her body."

"What'll you be taking, Nickels?"

"Just some toast, thanks."

"Can you bring back some of your muffins? They were so good!"

"Tubbo, I won't be the cause of your diabetes."

"Please?" He chuckled at George's tone.

"George."

"I'll do your laundry! Promise?"

"I don't even- Well, I guess- Will, can I stay here for a week? Possibly longer, my apartments getting crowded."

"Did another one of those nasties move in?"

"They aren't nasties, but yes, they have."

"Ah, the nasties!" Tommy bellowed.

"Why don't you just move in? You practically live here anyways."

"And where would I sleep, Toemy?"

"I don't know, Nickels, in Gogy's room."

"I need my own personal space, thanks."

"You keep your clothes in his room though."

Clay stepped out the shower, ruffling his hair with a towel, droplets of water flying everywhere. After he had dried himself, he slipped all his clothes on and looked at himself in the mirror- Not bad.

He strung the towel under his neck and walked out into the open, noting the surprised stares of both Tommy and Niki.

"What is he doing here?" Tommy pointed to him like an alien from outer space. George handed him his plate and he nodded his thanks, grinning at him before slumping down next to Wilbur.

"He stayed the night, is there anything wrong, Toemy? Treat him normally, please." Wilbur spoke, and Clay watched Tommy relax and be still for the first time since Clay had seen him.

"Well, Will that's what I was going to do." Tommy muttered yet everyone heard. He turned towards Tubbo, "Can we watch now?"

"Come grab your cereal, Toms." Tommy followed suit and slumped on the couch next to Tubbo. The blond stood up and sat down next to the younger brunette when he gave him a kind smile and an excited glint in his eyes.

"You watchin' with us then?" Tommy asked, his accent rather thick. Clay nodded.

Tubbo pressed a button on the remote and the TV flashed open to the Comedy Central channel, where the theme song was playing.

"Good, we haven't missed it yet." Tubbo smiled and Tommy took a bite of his cereal.

"You dorks, I'll be off now." Niki waved at them and they all bid her a farewell. However when she turned to open the door, she immediately slammed it.

Everyone turned to her, except Tommy and Tubbo who's eyes were glued onto a screen.

"What happened, door got jammed again?" Wilbur stood up and placed his hands on the door. When he unlocked it, he took a peak outside and tried to push it back. But alas, three hands poked through and gripped the inside of the door.

Now everyone was looking at them.

It took all of Wilbur and Niki's night to pry the fingers off of their door and close it. "There's a sea of them outside."

Tommy stood up from his position and went to where Will and Niki were standing, before poking his eye in the keyhole. "There's so many people outside, what the hell?"

"What?" George glanced at Clay and then back to Tommy uncertainly.

"Yeah, I'm serious. Why's everyone-" Tommy turned an eye to Clay, who stared back. He glanced at Wilbur, then Niki and last George. "D'you think someone leaked our apartment?"

"Nobody could have done it." Wilbur spoke rationally but both Tubbo and Tommy were scurrying to Twitter, forgetting about South Park.

"Oh god, they did, they fucking did!" Tommy pulled up the tweet and read it aloud, "I saw Dream and this mystery boy walking into this apartment, it's a picture of our fuckin- What the fuck did you two do?"

"Nothing! We didn't do-" George wracked his brain for any possible solution before an idea popped into his head. "That girl."

"You don't think.." Clay trailed off, the look that George gave him was enough.

"What?" Wilbur asked and George turned to him, explaining everything. "We met a girl that wouldn't leave Clay alone and then we sort of- ran to our apartment." George trailed off himself, and realised that he was the most idiotic person in the entire world.

"What the fuck, you really ran into our apartment? Why couldn't you have just walked around, entered some other complex of something?" Tommy shot back.

"How was I supposed to know that where we lived was going to get leaked?" George snapped back and Clay couldn't help but feel utterly hopeless. He had done that, he had brought the terrors of fame onto his friends and broke the masquerade the public held of fame.

"I'm sorry, I'll-" Clay started only to be held back by Tubbo. "There's no way that we're gonna let him out there, right?"

"Definitely not. I'll go and tell 'em they've gotta go home, or something, I don't-" Wilbur began and pressed his fingers onto the key.

"Me and Tubbs'll sneak him out!" Tommy exclaimed. Wilbur shared a short look with George and Niki, then turned to see Tommy's starry eyes.

"Okay. Then go help Tubs, someone has to help him lift all his stuff here."

"What?" Tommy cocked an eyebrow and turned to face a grinning Tubbo.

"Will said I could move in!"

Tommy turned towards Wilbur excitedly. "Really?"

The second the brunette nodded, Tommy jumped in the air and gripped Tubbo's hands, yelling out a loud yes like he'd just won an award. "Someone go get this lad a jacket, we can't have him looking like that, can we?"

"It's alright Tommy, I've got my own. I should go grab my clothes-"

"You'll probably be coming back, leave them." Wilbur flipped a hand in the air and George stared daggers at him, but the taller just brushed it off as nothing.

The plan went smoothly, or- less than that. Wilbur unlocked the door and slipped outside, telling the gawking crowd that Dream wasn't going to show up and to kindly leave them be, but the crowd kept trying to grip at the door.

"C'mon then," Tommy spoke and slipped out of the house. Tubbo pulled Clay along as they passed through the crowd and when they were free from the wrath of fame, they ran out.

Spluttering questions escaped the mouths of folks who had stayed for hours on end, standing on their heels, promoting something they probably didn't wish to be a part of, and when Will tried to find sense and push it to them they dropped it. It shattered everywhere and stained their clothes, painted the way they all thought was the life.

And yet Wilbur handled it maturely. "He isn't here, and he never was in the first place. I'm sorry if you've waited a long time, but he wasn't here and he never was-" George and Niki slipped out after the crowd made it sure that they weren't taking 'no' for an answer.

George cast Wilbur a worried look to which he gave a soft smile, and began to answer the nagging questions of a screaming lady profusely.

The brunette turned to Niki. "I hope they all leave him alone, he doesn't deserve that."

"It's fame. It's not the best thing in the world."

He sighed. "I know."