THIS I S MY FIRST STORY CRITICISM IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED JUST DON'T BE RUDE ABOUT IT PLEASE This is a universe where dreams go through a lot of mental stuff and just like when he was younger he began playing the guitar again. I've kind of forgot about this for a while so I'm changing it up a bit there will be mentions of alcohol and weed there might be smut I'm not sure though. Also sorry for the slow burn on this I always complain about it when I read other story's but just stick with me I'm trying to get to the part we all want. ///"Clay..," soft knuckles collide with milky white wood, George calls for Clay who is in his room. There was silence before the door opened revealing a tall blond who kept his soft green eyes on the nervous brunette at his door. "I'm really sorry I snapped at you, I didn't mean it," George hung his head picking at his nail beds with anxious hands, "I know I have to talk to you more I'm-" the Brit was cut off as the taller wrapped his arms tight around George's small frame. "I know you're trying," the taller mumbled, "that's what matters."///
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