They bought their stuff and headed back to the car. They continued their travel. George was bored and had nothing to do except ponder about earlier. He wondered who Dreamy was, how he looked, and how he acted in real life. It was a mystery George wanted to solve, but who knows when he will start that. He's probably not going to do that.
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They arrived at the arcade Sapnap suggested a long time ago. It was a huge building—well, not that huge, but somewhat decent you would say.
They all headed toward the building saying “Starry Arcade”. Sapnap told them it was the first arcade he went to when he came to Florida for the first time.
“Wow, it's pretty cool” George's eyes squinted as he entered.
“C'mon guys, let's have fun!!” Sapnap clearly wanted to play already. So impatient—right? Karl went with Sapnap and Clay stayed with George, not knowing what to do.
They both ended up finding something to do. They played with the claw machine and also got to play pac man, the classics. They also found “Zelda” and played for a bit.
“Hey Clay” Looking at George like an eager puppy, not taking his eyes off. “Can we go sit down for a bit?” He nods as a response and leads them towards a bench.
They sit down and look at Sapnap and Karl having fun. George decided to lay his head on Clay's shoulder. “M’tired,” mumbling to Clay. Examining George's face, he smiled.
His soft-looking fluffy dark brown hair. Some light freckles scattered on his face, His white and smooth porcelain skin gleaming with the arcade lights.
His doe eyes closed, so beautiful.
His lips, perfectly plump and pink, pretty kissable.
His nose and jaw line looked like Greek God, or Goddess I mean.
The most beautiful boy he’s ever seen. Oh, how he wishes George to be his. Ever since he laid eyes on George, he couldn’t leave him astray–well that's kinda a lie, but you get the point.
They both haven’t seen each other in months, so Clay is happy he gets to spend time with his “best friends”. They just both sit there, looking at Sapnap and Karl.
“Wanna go home? We can ask those idiots if they want to, but I doubt they will.” George chuckled at his statement. “I don’t know, how about we try to convince them, eh?
“I guess you can try, but I can’t guarantee you that it will work,” Clay responded, “Karl will probably agree, but Sap’s a tough cookie” George hummed, “Well, i’ll try something.” “or, we can just tell them we’re hungry and we want to leave.
It seems simple enough.” Clay thought for a moment before nodding. They both left to annoy Sapnap about how hungry they are.
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“I can’t believe you tricked me George what the fuck!” Sapnap bickered. He has been annoyed ever since George and Clay lied to him about being hungry, well not exactly lying.
All four went to eat, but George confessed about his plan he told Clay about.“I wanted to continue playing, but you had to be tired.” “Stop complaining Sap, you believed me and we left. If you didn’t, which you should have, we wouldn’t be here!”
“I didn't think you would fall for it!” George hollered. "I was hungry, Plus I wanted to stay there, but you were hungry too, so I fucking listened to you!” Both men looked away at each other.
“Dudes, chill, can’t you both just like to make things right? Like?” Karl spoke. He was clearly tired of those two. “Guys Karls right, you guys can’t just fight about something simple to reconcile, plus we can go back to the arcade someday Sapnap. George was tired and so was I!”
George and Sapnap and then looked back at the other two men, standing a few feet in front of them.Sapnap huffed, “Fine!” “But, George has to apologize first!”
Gasping, George spoke,”What the fuck! Why me! You’re the one who fell for it, so you apologize first!” His posh British accent, stronger than always. Clay sighs and Karl looks at them in disbelief.
“They are idiots.” Nodding, Clay agreed with Karl's statement.They both continued fighting, until one of them gave in. “Finally, you guys stopped fighting,’’ “I was about to leave if you guys didn’t stop.” Karl spoke.
“Hehe, sorry.” Sapnap apologized. “Yep, We’re sorry.” George added. “Y’know, since you guys stopped fighting, how about we play a game, all of us without fights,” Clay looks at George and Sapnap. “What do you guys think, hm?’’
“I think that's a good idea!” Karl exclaims. “Ya, I guess, if it's not boring at all.” George replies. “Ya, i'm down for a good ol’ game,” “but, we better not play what I’m thinking of Clay.” Sapnap states, with a fierce tone, but not scary.
Rolling his eyes Clay responded, “Ya ya, whatever you say ‘pandas”,” Clay was giggling at his response. No one calls Sapnap pandas because Sapnap simply finds it embarrassing, sometimes. “Hey!” Sapnap hisses,
“Just because I stopped fighting with George doesn’t mean I can't start another so watch it.” Karl and George started to chortle and laugh. When Sapnap was mad, it was pretty funny to watch.
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After they played a few rounds and went to their rooms for the night, Clay was in his room he was going to stay in, writing. He had always loved writing, especially poems that have something in common with him.
He started to write when he felt lonely or just needed to distract himself from the past.
Today his poem was a little different. He wasn’t thinking about his past or alone, he was feeling something different that sparked in him.
Touching you at midnight, as the moon's fire sets in my throat - I love you flesh into blossom - I made you—and take you made into me - But, do you want me as I want you? - Do you care as I care for you? - Sorrow—fills within me, like thorns on a vine - why? - Why did this happen? - For what you do to me - Provokes me to do things I shouldn’t do, - Like a wildfire - But, here I am now - writing for you - my love, my someone - I care within me, - my heart, - my spirit, - my soul, - I love you no matter what, - I love you
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FanfictionPt 3 from the last 2 parts.
