After sex cigarettes // dreamwastaken

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"Isla this is clay." He's slouched on the settee, George and a blonde boy are sat next to him
"Oh nice to finally meet you" he leads up and extends his hand
"Oh my gosh!" She squeals, her face has gone bright red "you're George not found and you're Tommy innit" they chuckle at her "so this means you're dream!"
"Yes yes yes, shush no screaming."
"Stop. Lala Stop. I actually think i might faint." She's becoming very over dramatic, they're relatively good looking men but she's screaming.
"Bloody hell." Tommy offers her his seat.
"Oh thank you" she's gone all quiet
"Anyhow, this is clay," he snuggles me from behind "we've been together for like 4 months ish"
"Ish"
"Ish?" Tommy pipes up
"Yeah, well we almost got together but he is just a lot of work" he starts laughing behind me "George! I've missed you!" I leave clay and wrap my arms around his best friend
"Oh, I've missed you too I guess"
"Let's get food, Clay, wouldn't get us any" Tommy complains, hes slouched on the settee arm, Islas just sat, beet red
"McDonald's!"
"Ew, George no"
"We can order something nice, I think they're a chines that opens in an hour" everyone nods "let's give you a haul and a fashion show while we wait" it takes an hour and a half for us to show and model everything we brought from Camden and oxford street.

After watching a movie whilst eating the chines George and Tommy take their leave.
"Call mum and tell her you're staying over" she walks into the hallway to call my mum 
"I like your sister"
"She's my best friend"
"Huh?! I thought I was your best friend"
"You're my boyfriend, my sisters my best friend"
"You two are so similar Yanno"
"I don't know whether I should take it as a compliment or?" Isla comes back in
"Let's watch a movie?"
"Another?" Clay groans
"Go to bed, it doesn't matter"
"What Isla? Don't be mean, he'll miss me too much".

We all huddle round the settee, Clay to my left and Isla to my right
"Fuck! You guys can actually watch this" he cringes at a the sight of a man being mutilated,
"Don't talk so much nonsense! This is a master piece" Isla quips back "never talk about victor Crowley like that again"
"Alright! Bed time" I yawn from physical exhaustion aswell as hearing them bicker like children.

Isla goes into the unused bedroom. Whilst Clay strips to his boxers and I replace my clothes with his sweaty top
"I like you sister" his voice is filled with sincerity
"Lala's a difficult to warm up to people. She's basically you."
He scoffs "I like her, she's funny and I like how opinionated she is."
"Honestly she never purposely says a thing to hurt another, she just doesn't think"
"I like how you call each other lala" I giggle into his chest
"She's isLA and I'm LAra, we're lala"
"On the contrary, I like you best as kingsey" I bite the side of his chest causing him to squeal and push me off "you can sleep over there if you're going hostile and rabid" I spoon him from behind, he's too big for me to fully wrap my arms around but you can 100% bet I try.

There's no one in the house when I wake up, Clay probably took Isla back to mums and went to meet George. I sit on the patio, cup of tea in hand. I don't know what it's going to feel like back in Florida, it's uncomfortably hot constantly, crocodiles are a huge issue,  and I don't want to go back to uni. But I have to.

The pair come back swinging the door open, laughing
"And where have you two been?" I question
"Clay brought me breakfast"
"Yep. We literally don't have full Englishs in Florida, why would you hide such a beauty from me"
"You've never asked" he rolls his eyes.
"How am i supposed to ask for something I never new existed". Isla goes home as clay says he's got a 'big day planned out'.

It's about midday and we go for afternoon tea at the ritz, everything felt so precise, the glasses made of crystals, the food that has been slaved over for god knows how long and clay sat opposite me his pinky rubbing the side of my hand.
"Ew, I hate cucumbers" I take a bite out of a smoked salmon and cucumber sandwich
"Give them here" he takes the cucumbers from my sandwich and puts them in his own
"You're such a gentleman"
"Only for you"

After our tea he takes me shopping, we walk up and down Oxford street staying primarily in Selfridges and harrods. He spoils me. Fuck, im Lucky.

"Okay we'll drop all of this off and then we can go for dinner, reservation for 7" he instructs. And the plan goes smoothly.

"God kingsey the cars been outside for like 10 minutes" he's stood at the door tapping his foot
"I'm ready" I wobble down the stairs in strappy heels and a silk dress
"You look hot"
"You look hot aswell" he does, black suit with a dickey bow "where are we even going?"
"It's a surprise" the car is a slick black fancy car of some sorts, the interior is black leather, the windows are blacked out, the driver stays quiet and so do we. I hold his hands in my lap watching the scenery pass.

We pull up out side the shard, my stomach drops, after living in England for the best part of 18 year never have I been to eat at the shard. It's like a foodies dream. His hand is placed on my lower back as we enter. We enter the elevator and head up multiple food until we're at the "tīng" lounge. We take our seats, by the window, Clay pulls out my chair and pushes it in. With idle chatter we watch the world of London live under us. The food comes and I can't say I've ever had something like this.
"Okay don't freak out."
"That makes me want to freak" I interrupt him
"But I got you a present" I scoff
"So what's all this then? Taking me to my home, all those gifts before, where's all this money coming from clay?" I get agitated
"Listen, I work hard, I own my own company. I have a lot of money, this isn't the start of it" he pulls out a velvety box from his inner blazer pocket
"Clay?!" I hate what I'm seeing. I hate it. He opens the box and a large ring is displayed in the middle, I think I'm going to faint. All the blood rushes to my head and I see black dots appear. A large green peridot is crowned by baguette diamonds
"I'm not marrying you" he bursts out laughing
"Don't be such a dumb ass" people look to see the commotion "it's a promise ring, my birthday stone surround by diamonds"
"Like in Minecraft?" He nods
"But this is a gesture for me to say that no matter who I'm with or where I am, you'll always have my heart" I'm not too sure how to act. His face is beet red, I'm embarrassed for him
"Get down on one knee please" I whisper and he does just that. It catches people's attention
"Yes! One thousand times yes" I over dramatise, the surrounding roars in cheers and I show my affection in a kiss.

We're brought complimentary desserts and a congratulations from the staff. The ring ways heavy on my finger, the way he lays on my heart.
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Posted     18:50
                 13/12/21