so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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“Like, I dunno, the end of the school year,” George said with a shrug. “So like eight months. They’ve literally already booked my ticket back home. June thirteenth, I think? It’s the day after school ends.”
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Clay nodded and climbed out of the car, stretching. He grabbed his things and headed towards the house, locking the car once George got out. “You want something to eat?”
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“Uh, yeah,” George said with a chuckle, scoffing. “I thought we were gonna go get food, but it’s whatever. What do you have?”
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“s---- f---, I completely forgot about that,” Clay whined, covering his face embarrassed with his hands. “God, I’m such a f---ing dumb---,” he muttered in annoyance with himself, pulling out his phone. “How about I just DoorDash us McDonalds or something?” He pulled up the app on his phone, putting in his meal. “What do you want?”
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“Nah, don’t worry about it,” George chuckled quietly. “I don’t mind, really. Lowkey, DoorDash would take too long, and I’m about to fall asleep,” he said with a chuckle, heading towards the door. “So, what do you have?”
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“Uhm, not sure- You sure you don’t want me to order you something? I- It shouldn’t take too long,” Clay asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
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“Yeah, seriously,” George said with a chuckle, glancing back at Clay. He attempted to open the door, but failed, since it was locked. “You got a key for this thing?”
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Clay nodded, chuckling softly. “Yeah, I gotchu,” he replied as he unlocked the door, opening it for George. “After you~”
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“Thanks,” George said with a laugh, taking his backpack off his shoulder as he walked in. “We’re home~!” he said in a pathetic american accent.
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Clay laughed, taking off his bag and setting it by the front door. “Is that your best American accent?” He asked with a chuckle, slipping off his sneakers.
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“No, but I’d never stoop that low,” George said with a chuckle, copying Clay and taking his shoes off. “You all sound that stupid anyways, so-“
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“You’re one to talk,” Clay said, laughing as he crossed his arms and faced George. He watched him for a moment with a lovesick grin before quickly looking away, turning and heading towards the kitchen. “You want something snacky, or more of a meal?”
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“Oh shut up,” George said, flipping Clay off and following him to the kitchen. “A snack, one hundred percent.”
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Clay chuckled, walking over to the pantry. “Got an assortment of chips, crackers and other snack foods to choose from,” he replied, starting to pull out some food.
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“Gotcha,” George said, grabbing a box of Ritz crackers. He took out one of the packets as he sat at one of the island, grabbing one and eating it.
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