You saved me //Dnf fanfic,

Pt 9, awake

I sit up and I'm on the couch where I fell asleep with George, exept George is gone "Clay!" I here george scream from no particular direction I run around my house looking for him every door is locked exept one I walk in to a unfamiliar room and see George crying exept it isn't the George I know, he's younger probably around eight, I walk up to him and when he looks up at me his face of sadness suddenly goes blank "your not supposed to be here" he says his voice sounding cold, I look over to my right and see blood dripping down from the ceiling onto a body laid on the ground, "George?" I say running to the body but right before I get to him I hear a voice

"Clay, clay wake up" i slowly open my eyes and see George sat beside me shaking my shoulder, when I see him I quickly get up pulling him into a hug, it was still dark and I hadn't noticed but tears were running down my face, George hugs me back "it's ok, it was just a dream..." George says in a hushed tone "George I-I was so scared" I say while still crying "I know it's ok now" he says gently drawing shapes on my back with his finger, we slowly lay back down while still in each other's arms,

Once I've calmed down I start to tell George about my dream in a whisper so quit that if he wasn't right next to me he couldn't hear it "I woke up and you were gone and I couldn't find you, but only when I did, you were..." I say "well don't worry I'm not going anywhere" he reassures me it makes me feel a bit better but I still have a bad feeling boiling in my head "promise?" I mumble "huh?" George responds "promise. That you won't leave me?" I say "clay I-" George starts but I cut him off, "George please," I say my voice sounding pathetically broken, my head is laid against George's chest as he massages my scalp, "I promise clay" and with that I fall back asleep

I wake up the next morning and George is once again gone but this time I have a pretty good idea where he is, I hear voices in the kitchen and as I wal towards them they get louder until I'm met with George and my sister in the kitchen, they're making something and whatever they were talking about must've have been pretty funny because they both keeping on laughing with big grins on there face,

They don't seem to notice me and I take this chance as I walk behind George and wrap my arms around his waist, George's seems startled at first but quickly melts into the embrace the laughter had stopped and the room was now quit "good morning" George's whispers to my head that was laying on his shoulder, I look up at the counter "what are you making?" I ask curiously "French toast" I then look up at my sister once she notices my gaze she makes a gagging sound sticking out her tounge and point at it, I just roll my eyes, I hear a small giggle from George, it makes me smile as my eyes go back to him

I give George a kiss on his cheek before releasing him and sitting down at a barstool, my sisters phone starts ringing she takes it out of her pocket and looks at it "I'll be right back" she says before running upstairs, I watch as George makes the French toast "your cheating on me with my sister," I whine, he laughs "she's nicer to me anyway" George counters "ya right, she could never pull anybody as good as you anyway" I mumble George let's put another laugh before setting the French toast on a plate

my sister then comes running down "clayyyy can my friend Tommy come over?" My sister yells even though she's in the kitchen "tommy?" I say "oh tom simons?" George says "ya do you know him?" My sister says "not really all I know is he's a few grades under us" George says shrugging "so can I dream?" She says pleading, I look over at George before looking back at her, "fine" I say hesitatingly she gets excited before sitting next to me and starts typing on her phone

George places the French toast in front of us before taking the other seat beside me, we wrap our hands together as george leans against me, I've got to admit the French toast was pretty good, we stay like that for a bit until we hear a knock on the door, my sister rushes to it as me and george walk behind her, still holding hands, the door swings open revealing a tall boy with curly blonde hair, he greets my sister before looking at us and then whispering something to my sister, the both run upstairs 'keep the door open!' i yell "i hate you!" my sister yells back,

George chuckles, "seems like your sister and me have something in common" George says slyly before I pick him up bridal style "Clay! Put me down!" Goerge days between laughs, before I throw him on the couch and start kissing his neck "do you still hate me?" I say with a big grin "yes!" George says through his laughs "how bout now?" I say after licking his neck, "ok! Ok! I don't hate you!" George says as I detach myself from him hovering above him "intact I love you," George says as he pulls me into a kiss,

We kiss for a few seconds before we're interrupted "ewww" my sister says I look up and see my sister with a big grin on her face and Tommy laughing, I roll my eyes before getting off of George and sitting next to him, Tommy and my sister quickly sit next to me in the couch "were borrrred there's nothing to do" my sister complains dramatic laying back "well that was the whole point of Tommy coming over so you weren't bored" I say "whatever are you doing something today" she ask "well me and George we're gonna go grocery shopping" I reply "we were?" George says looking at me raising a eyebrow

I roll my eyes once again before looking back at them "you guys can come if you'd like" I say "that's boring as well tho" my sister replies "well sorry that's all I got" I say to her before she groans and runs back upstairs with Tommy,

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"Come on George!" I say as I walk out to the car "do we really have to go grocery shopping today?" He complains "yes" I say getting into the driver seat "we barely have any food" George groans before getting into the passenger, I pull out of the drive way onto the main road, I decide to be bold and take a hand off the steering wheel and lay it on George thigh, which he openly accepts my placing one of his hands atop my mine, his hand is cold, as it usually is, but I don't mind,

"Hey did you ever watch peppa pig growing up?" I randomly say "huh? Is it because I'm British?" He says raising a eyebrow "no... ok maybe a little" we start laughing "you really are a idiot clay but I still love you"