y/n: your name

tws: swearing

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y/n's pov *

i yawned loudly and pried my eyes open. wait, where was i again? i panicked for a second and tumbled to the floor, trapped in blankets.

"fuck!" i cursed, lying flat on my back after i freed myself. i frantically looked around my room to grasp my surroundings. oh right, i had moved in with the dream team. that hadn't all been some weird fever dream.

"y/n?" clay asked worriedly from behind me. i spun around to look at him. he was swinging from the bathroom doorframe. his eyes were wide like a puppy dog's and he had his toothbrush hanging out of the corner of his mouth. his hair was scruffy, and the way the light was coming through the window in my room illuminated the soft freckles that dusted his nose and cheekbones.

i laughed nervously. "good morning. i may or may not have just thought i had been kidnapped for two seconds." i went to haul myself off the floor, and clay quickly hurried over to help me up. "thanks."

he hummed in response, resuming brushing his teeth.

i mindlessly swiped a smear of foam from his cheek. he quirked an eyebrow at me, went to the sink, spit, and then wheezed, turning to me. "are you preening me right now?"

"what? no! you had stuff on your face! i—"

he wheezed harder, struggling to keep brushing without fumbling and dropping his toothbrush.

"you had stuff on your face cause you're a literal baby clay. look at you, you're a mess." i reached on my tip toes and ruffed up his hair.

he laughed and mimicked me, reaching to fluff my hair too. his fingers got tangled immediately. "ah! there's knots!" he laughed, gently pulling his fingers out of the web.

"well yeah, i don't wake up and instantly have perfect hair asshole!" i lightheartedly punched him in the arm.

he pouted his bottom lip out and then raised his brows suggestively. "are you asking for a fight right now?"

i narrowed my eyes at him, taking in all six feet and three inches of him. i dropped my fist. "not at eight in the morning, no, but later, yes."

he smirked. "gotta prepare for battle huh?" he swished back some mouthwash and gargled.

i snorted. "something like that." i pulled a hairbrush out of the vanity drawer and started brushing out the tangles that clay had pointed out. the comb practically screamed as it ripped through the thick knots that had webbed together. one night and my hair was already a disaster. i winced but kept going.

clay's eyes widened and he spit out his mouthwash. "what the hell? no, no, no, no, no—" he repeated, and took the hairbrush from my hand.

"hey!" i protested, but he stopped me.

"you're so aggressive about it, holy— look." he tenderly tucked my hair away from my face and started gently combing through it. his hand briefly touched the nape of my neck and i shivered.

my shoulders tensed, expecting the worse, but he was surprisingly careful about it. i didn't feel a thing. "you're not so bad at this," i declared to break the silence. now i wasn't tense because i was anticipating pain, i was tense because of how close we were to one another. i watched him in the mirror with a slight smile on my lips.

"i used to brush my sister's hair." he smirked and laughed once. "did you think i would be inept at everything when you first met me?"

"pretty much, yeah."

he gasped and shook his head with a chuckle. he kept combing through my hair until all the tangles were out, and then he ran his fingers through it. "your hair is very soft," he added quietly.

i blushed. "thank you. it's cause i don't use 2-in-1 shampoo like you do," i nodded to his scruffy head of hair.

"i don't—" he stopped himself, laughed, and then ran his fingers through his hair, "you're really choosing violence and violence only this morning. did you not sleep well mr. grinch?"

"i actually slept very well, thank you very much. your clothes were really comfy. they also look better on me by the way."

he laughed dryly. "you're right, they do."

"i—"

"your hair is untangled idiot. and i didn't rip it out. you're welcome." he passed me the brush back.

that smooth motherfucker. he was so quick to change the subject.

i boosted myself up on the counter to face him and immediately regretted it. i already knew he was close to me, but actually being face to face at this distance made my stomach so a summersault. "geez, thank you," i smiled weakly, cheeks flushed, "what's your price for that?"

"if you make me breakfast i'll consider that payment." he winked at me, lingered only a second longer, and then headed out the door.

i rolled my eyes. "i knew you only wanted food fat ass!"

his wheeze faded as he walked down the hallway, and i huffed a laugh, turning back to the mirror.

i quickly finished getting ready by brushing my teeth and washing my face and then swapped clay's sweatpants for the jeans i had worn yesterday. i tucked his t-shirt in and threw on my pair of converse before heading out to the kitchen, where clay patiently waited at the bar top for me to cook him breakfast.

"you were serious?" i asked him, already getting a pan out of the drawer.

he nodded vigorously.

"ooh, make me breakfast too!" nick called as he came down the stairs.

"you're all so needy!" i whined, but started on making a bunch of pancakes to feed the four of us. it was one of the only things in the pantry. we really needed to go to the grocery.

when george came down, he was thrilled to see a plate of food already set out for him. i slipped cash a couple bites of pancake under the table while we ate.

after we finished eating, i laid back on the couch and pulled out my phone to make a shopping list while clay scrubbed the dishes. "okay boys, we have to hit up ikea and the grocery today, but i also need to stop and get some new clothes since my luggage is mia. anyone wanna come with me for that?" i asked, peering over my screen at the three of them.

"i'll come," clay answered, drying off the last plate and putting it away in a kitchen cabinet.

"oooh, i'll come too— ow!" george started to say, but nick quickly elbowed him in the side.

"no, dude, you have to help me with... stuff... remember?" he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"stuff?" he paused, thinking, "oh! stuff! yeah, nevermind y/n! you and clay go!" he nodded to nick, who nodded back.

"okay then," i laughed, unsure of what was going on. what telepathy were they using to speak to each other?

after we procrastinated by lounging around on the couch for a while, we made a game plan. clay and i would drop off george and nick at ikea and then we would go clothes shopping to restore the wardrobe that i had lost in travel. once we were finished, we were going to meet them back at the furniture store to check-out and then all go to the grocery together. it was probably the most organized thing i had ever devised in my life.

as we all settled in the car and buckled our seatbelts, i clapped my hands together. "team, break!"

"but we still have a twenty minute drive—" george started, but i interrupted him.

"team, break!"