Y O U R H O T L I N E

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You fell into your bed, next to Sam, startling him. He mewled at you, purring faintly. George snuggled into your side. Your phone was in your hand, and it was on your messages with Clay. You were starring at them for a solid 10 minutes, over-analyzing it.

"Sam, George, what am I going to do?" You talked to your cats, pretending they could actually understand you.

Sam simply just continued sleeping, but George kneaded into your side, piercing your skin. You knew he didn't mean to, so you just laid there letting him do it.

You finally got up and wiggled under the covers. You went to TikTok and watch through yours, you wanted to make sure they were still good.

You noticed Dream had commented on them. He was simping and getting your fans riled up. Most everyone replied to him making fun of him or saying what he said was cute. You didn't mind though.

You turned your phone off and laid it on your chest. You soon fell asleep.

(3RD PERSON POV)

When Sylvia fell asleep, Winnie and May snuck Clay in. Clay crept into the house with Patches in her carrier and sat down on the couch.

They had planned this a while ago, they wanted Clay to be here so he could surprise her in the morning. That's why they snuck him in.

May whispered, "She's sleeping right now, but you can sleep on the couch or the floor. Your choice."

"Okay, I'll sleep on the couch. Thank you guys so much." Clay mumbled.

May shot a thumbs up at Clay, "Well my room is right over there and Winnie's is there if you need us."

"Goodnight Clay." Winnie softly spoke, "Sleep well."

Clay nodded and laid his body down on the couch, covering himself with a blanket that was already on the couch.

George had left Sylvias room to check out Clay. He hopped on the couch, startling Clay. George sniffed Clay, and then inspected Patches crate. He started to purr at the sight of the female cat. George laid beside the grate of the carrier, his fur poking through.

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The next morning, Clay woke up early. It was 9:39, he was pacing in the bathroom. Clay had Patches out so she could use their litter box. He sat on the toilet bobbing his knee, waiting for Patches to get done. Clay was nervous, his hands were sweaty and his chest was hot. The anxiety was hitting him hard, like a slap in the face.

When Patches finished he let her out in the house, presuming she would just go and sleep on the couch. She didn't. Patches, instead, found George and cuddled him. Clay was awing at their cuteness.