Clay was a young boy from Orlando florida.
George was from London UK.
George was looking around the empty street as he noticed a small,colourful flower shop he walked in and the bell rang,indicating that he had walked in,the shop owner Greeted him and asked if there was anything he was interested in George asked if he had any tulips and the shop owner said he did however they were in the back and he would have to get them
As George walked to the back of the shop he bumped into a rather tall boy the boy said that his name was clay and George introduced himself.
George grabbed the flowers and walked out of the small room.he paid for the flowers and left silently wishing he had gotten that boys number or 'clay' as he introduced himself as
George got home and all he could think about was clay,his golden locks,beautiful emerald eyes and that smile he wore when he spoke
As George slept all he could dream about was clay
God he was so obsessed over a boy he met a few hours ago
George woke up and silently wished he hadn't because he had to go get more flowers for his garden. George changed into a light pink sweater and some black jeans
He locked his front door and started walking.the walk to the shop was not that long however to George it felt like a lifetime
As he arrived at the shop the familiar scent drifted through his nose,the shop keeper Greeted him again and George just asked for the same flowers,clay slowly walked round to the front and said that he would get them but George said he diddnt mind getting them
As they walked into the back George felt a familiar hand hold his face,caressing it gently,George do I have permission to kiss you,dream asked (consent) yes George said lovingly as their lips touched,George felt like he was in heaven as he felt dream slowly pull away.oh shit George I'm really sorry but i have to go (get milk) ill try and contact you later
As George arrived home he sat in the garden waiting for something to happen that was until a ball came tumbling over the fence "Oh my god I'm so sorry" someone said until George recognised them as tubbo a small boy who lived in the neighbouring garden
