so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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Clay let go of George’s hand and stood, groaning quietly as he stretched. He hummed as he ran a hand through his hair, moving to the bedroom door.
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George followed him, grabbing onto his hand before pausing. “I need to wear a different jumper, this one is gross-“
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Clay chuckled softly, turning around. “Yeah, it’s probably very overdue for a wash,” he said, nodding.
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“Do you, uh- I dunno,” George shrugged, kicking the floor as he tried to act oblivious. “Have another one I could borrow?” he said, looking up at Clay and batting his eyes before pulling the hoodie off.
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Clay stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. “Well, aren’t you pitiful~?” He said with a smirk, walking over to his suitcase and pulling out another hoodie. “If you must, you can wear this one~” He teased, tossing George the dark green hoodie before walking over to the brunette’s closet. “This means I get to wear another one of yours, though, so-“
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“Yayy,” George cheered, pulling it over his head. “Do you want it now?”
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Clay pulled off his own sweatshirt, opening up George’s closet. “Which ones your favorite?”
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“Uh besides the one I’ve stolen from you,” George said with a chuckle, moving over to the closet. He searched through his hoodies for a moment before pulling out a black one, the name of his school written across the front in white writing, and Davidson written across the back. “This one’s comfy.”
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Clay smiled and took the sweatshirt, pulling it on. “Very comfy~” He agreed, chuckling softly. “Alright, you ready to go?” He asked, holding his hand out to George.
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“Yeah, Davidson, let’s get going,” George teased, clapping Clay’s back and taking his hand.
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“Mm- Clay Davidson, I like the sound of that~” Clay said with a smirk, intertwining his fingers with George’s and gently squeezing his hand.
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George blushed, grinning as they headed out the door. “That sounds good to me~”
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Clay smiled and kissed George’s cheek, following him out of his room and downstairs.
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“Where are you two going?” Chloe asked from her spot on the couch. “Soda shop. Want something?” George offered, feeling nice. “Can I-“ “No, we’re going on a date, but I’m willing to pick something up-“
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Clay chuckled softly, rubbing the back of George’s hand with his thumb for a moment before letting go. He walked over to the front door, slipping his shoes back on.
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