FEELINGS | Dream & Georgenotfound

Anxious

Clay glared at his phone confused. His thumbs reached over to type a message, but he saw the three bubbles come from Nick before Clay could even type out a message.

Nick

What happened? Is everything okay?

It was the exact same message that Clay had planned on sending. His legs started to bounce up and down, he felt his heart beat a little faster. What was taking George so long?

He saw George typing, but it was taking a bit longer than usual, Clay felt his anxiety growing. George's message finally came through.

Georgie

Okay so basically earlier today my plane got delayed by a couple hours because of weather so I had to go on another plane. I won't arrive in florida until 10 or 11pm i think? I'm on my flight right now. Sorry that I wasn't able to message you guys i was really busy dealing with everything.

No, no no why?

Clay looked at the screen blankly. He was upset. Of course this had to happen, there was no way this trip was going to go smoothly that he had hoped for - he knew something eventually would try to mess it up. It was his own fault for getting his hopes up.

Clay decided to respond, trying to make sense out of the situation.

Clay

Its okay George don't worry about it. If you need something or anything else happens just message us We'll be waiting for you

There was nothing else to do but wait for George's response. Clay let out a defeated sigh. Everything he mentally planned out was thrown out the window. Did the universe not want them meeting each other? Is this a sign? Clay flopped down on the couch again, looking out one of the windows. A dinging sound came from his phone. George answered his response.

Georgie

Okay, i'll see you guys later :)

Clay put his hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. This probably wasn't healthy, constantly thinking about someone, not being to think straight. There was no way this was good for his heart. He wondered if he was normal, there was no way anyone else on this earth could be so wrapped around someone else like Clay was about George.

He felt his throat beginning to swell up, his heart sinking further down. Tears were welling up in his eyes. Clay was fighting, fighting these stupid feelings. He closed his eyes shut, trying to erase his feelings for George - it didn't work.

Clay gasped as he heard his phone ringing. Nick was calling him. He cleared his throat and answered the call.

"Hello-" Nick interrupted him mid sentence.

"Bro come outside we're about to pull up!"

"Oh oka-" Nick hung up the call. His feelings of sadness morphed into excitement. Clay jumped up from the couch and ran to the front driveway. He waited patiently for a minute until he saw a car driving towards the house.

Oh god. Butterflies roamed around inside of his stomach.

The car pulled up in the driveway. It got closer and closer and before Clay could even process it. The car parked in the drive way, right in front of him.