so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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George scoffed, chuckling a little. “Yeah, you gotta show me those.”
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“Definitely-“ “I think I’m gonna go lie down,” Clay spoke, standing up and abandoning his place. He walked out of the dining room, going up to his room.
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All of them frowned. “You okay, honey?” Clays mom called after him, watching him go.
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“Yeah, I- I’m fine,” Clay said as he walked into his room, shutting the door. He exhaled and walked over to his bed, flopping down on it. “Oop- sounds like someone’s having his period~” Sam teased, smirking.
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“Sam, stop that,” Clays mom said as she stood up, grabbing the blondes plate and following him upstairs. “Does he do that a lot?” George asked, looking over at Sam.
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“Yeah, just Clay being weird,” Sam replied with a shrug, taking a bite of her food.
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George paused for a minute before shrugging, taking a bite of his food.
(ts?) -
(yeah u^u
uhhhh idk where to tho lmao) -
(maybe to the party?)
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(maybe yeah)
Clay walked out of his room and into the bathroom, fixing his hair. “Wow, for someone who didn’t want to go to this party, you sure seem to be dressin’ up for it,” Sam teased, poking her head into the bathroom. “Figured I shouldn’t show up looking like a bum,” Clay replied with a shrug, fixing the collar of the unbuttoned greed button-up over a white tank top. -
“Clay, hurry up!” George called from the bottom of the stairs, brushing his somewhat baggy jeans off. He wore a light blue hoodie, the only color he could see and a color people had said looked good on him. He fixed the collar around his neck, pulling out the thin chain he wore around his neck. His hair was expertly messy and styled.
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“I’m coming, calm your tits,” Clay called back, fixing the chain attached to his cargo pants. He walked out of the bathroom and downstairs, looking over at George. He blushed red, staring at him for a moment. “You clean up nice, British boy,” he joked, chuckling as he walked over to the front door and slipping on his shoes.
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“I know,” George said with a smirk, shrugging as he also pulled on his shoes. “I don’t know if I can return the compliment, but…” he teased, glancing off.
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“Damn- Rude,” Clay said with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Guess you’re walking to the party, then~”
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“f--- off,” George said with a laugh, opening the door to the garage. “Did I hurt your feewings?” He teased, sticking out his lower lip.
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