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I could hear George's high pitched screams from my position on the couch downstairs. I rolled my eyes, knowing he was streaming so I couldn't tell him to be quiet. He was always screaming like this, even when I ask him to keep the noise down, he never complied. I blame his friends for always killing him in that stupid block game.
I knew who his friends were, Dream and Sapnap, or Clay and Nick. They'd been friends for years and if I was being honest, their friendship was the most amazing and genuine friendships out there. So much so in fact, Clay was moving in with George and I, with many protests from Nick.
I shook my head and just resorted to turning the volume on the TV up. I wasn't particularly nervous about Clay moving in with us, I was more...intrigued? I've never see what he looks like before but I've spoken to him one or two times, and if his looks were anything like his voice, this man would be fine as fuck.
George walked in a few minutes later, lazily lounging on the other side of the couch, 'good stream?', I asked. George smiled and nodded, 'yeah, it was really fun, we were doing some pvp and-', I instantly zoned out. I didn't understand whatever he was talking about and in all honesty, I didn't really want to understand. But, it was nice that he was talking so passionately about it.
'Do your people know about Clay moving in?', I questioned. George barked out a laugh, 'my people?'. I squinted my eyes at him, 'you know what I mean, the people who watch your streams'. He chuckled, 'you mean my fans? No, they don't know. It'll be a surprise'.
I thought for a moment, 'how will you tell them? Clay won't show his face so how will they know it's real?'. George was quick to answer, seemingly having it all planned out already, 'probably just be on the same mic, or post a photo without his face in it'. I nodded, 'like with the mask?'. George pointed at me and smiled, 'that's a good idea'. I beamed at him and he hastily typed on his phone, presumably telling Clay the idea.
George spoke up again, 'we're picking him up from the airport tomorrow at 9am by the way, will you be able to make sure I'm awake? You know how bad I am with alarms'. I huffed out a laugh, the amount of times Nick or Clay have messaged me on discord asking me to wake George up is close to a thousand, 'yes, I'll make sure you're awake'. He thanked me before leaving the room again and retreated back to his bedroom.
I sighed, turning my attention back to the TV and letting time pass by until my stomach rumbled loudly. I texted George to ask if we could order some food, to which he replied with a screenshot of a food order, asking if it was right. I grinned and told him 'yep' before snuggling further into the couch.
I wasn't long until there was a loud knock at the door and before I even had a chance to stand up, George was rushing down the stairs and whipping the door open. I laughed to myself as he walked back into the living room, sheepish smile on his face as he gave me my food, 'sorry, I was hungry'. I waved him off as he plopped down in his previous spot, stealing the remote from me and turning on his own show.
I didn't argue, not really caring what he watched as we ate - I just enjoyed spending time with him and I knew when Clay moves in we won't have as much time to hang out.
We engaged in casual conversation for a while before George turned to me, giving me his full attention, 'I need to talk to you about something before Clay moves in', he starts. I nodded, chewing my food slowly before placing it down on the coffee table, showing him he had my full attention.
'So, Clay's a bit- well he's- I mean he can be a bit-', he kept interrupting himself. I fought a smile, 'spit it out, George'.
He rolled his eyes, 'he can be a bit flirty sometimes', he said. I pursed my lips, he wasn't wrong. The very few times I had spoken to him on a call he had been a little flirty, but I'm sure it was just to annoy George...right? I'll admit, it got me flustered a few times but it was all jokes, I mean, he wouldn't flirt with his best friends sister for any other reason than to annoy George...right? He didn't even know what I looked like, and I didn't know what he looked like, so the flirting can't have been because he's attracted to me...right?
I was pulled out of my thoughts by George talking again, 'he might... he might flirt with you, even if he doesn't realise it. I'll tell him not to if I notice it but if it makes you uncomfortable then you come and tell me and I'll sort it out, okay?'. I smiled, George wasn't the most...intimidating person. But it was nice that the thought was there, 'I will, thank you George'
We fell back into a comfortable silence as we finished eating our food. Surprisingly, George stayed downstairs with me for the rest of the night. I think he also knew that this might be one of the last times we get to spend time together before Clay moved in.
Time passed quickly and it was already midnight. I stretched out, 'I'm gonna head to bed, you should too if you actually want to wake up on time'. George scoffed but stood up too, following me upstairs until we separated into our own rooms.
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My alarmed blared through the room, pulling me out of sleep. I groaned but rolled myself out of bed, cringing when I caught my reflection in the mirror. Yikes.
I hastily wandered to the bathroom, having on the the quickest showers of my life and got dressed. I hadn't heard George at all so I kept my promise and knocked on his door. Still nothing. I pushed open the door and rolled my eyes. His phone's alarm was ringing into the air but he was still sound asleep.
I grabbed a half empty water bottle from his desk and held it over him. I hesitated for a second before shrugging and pouring the rest of the water over him. He gasped and jolted up, looking around the room with panic. I wheezed as he flopped back down onto his bed, yelping at the coldness of the water. 'Rise and shine! We're picking your bitch boy up today', I sang out as I left the room, giggling to myself.
I was waiting on the couch for only a few minutes before George dragged himself into the room, still looking half asleep. I laughed as I stood up and led us both to the front door, swiping my keys as we went. I'm the only one who can drive out of the both of us. I knew Clay could drive but I'm not sure if he knew how to drive in England. The idea of being their personal taxi made me roll my eyes but I pushed the thought away.
I slid into the drivers seat. It was 8am and the drive would take about 45 minutes, give or take. Once George had settled into the passenger seat, I pulled out of the drive way and sped down the road.
'We are literally in a school zone, you need to slow down', George grumbled to me. I rolled my eyes, 'it's a Saturday, no one is at school, we'll be fine', his lecture only encouraged me to go faster, laughing hard when he shouted my name.
It wasn't until a siren was heard did I slow down. Flashing lights came into view, 'shit', I mumbled. 'I fucking told you to slow down! Now look what you've done!', George spluttered. I wish I could take a picture of his face because oh my god, it was priceless.
I pulled over and rolled down my window to greet the police officer, 'hello sir', I smiled innocently. The officer leaned his arm on my car and he bent slightly to look at us, 'can I see your license please, ma'am'. I complied and gave him everything he asked for. 'Do you know how fast you were going?', he questioned me. I knew exactly how fast I was going, 43mph... in a 30mph zone.
I decided I needed to lie to get myself out of this, 'no sir, I didn't realise. My brother isn't feeling well and I was trying to get us home as fast as possible', I lied right through my teeth, batting my eyelashes at him. I elbowed George who doubled over, groaning slightly to play along.
The officer seemed sceptical but eventually nodded, 'alright, well don't let me catch you speeding again, you're lucky I'm letting you off with a warning', he firmly stated. I grinned, 'yes sir, thank you. It won't happen again'.
The second we were on the motorway I was speeding again. 'Are you kidding me?', George gawked. I chuckled, 'I'm making up for lost time, if I stuck to the speed limit we'd be late to pick up your boyfriend'. George scoffed but stayed silent, knowing I was right about being late.
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'Where did he say he was going to be?', I asked as we walked into the airport. George fished out his phone, 'uhhh, terminal 2'. I looked up at the signs, pointing to where terminal 2 was and we began to go in that direction. George handed me his phone as we got closer, 'can you film it?'. I smiled widely, 'of course'.
I could tell George was nervous. It was his first time actually meeting Clay in real life. Years of friendship had led to his moment and my heart swelled at the thought of him meeting his best friend.
I started the recording as we got to the terminal, I was now relying on George to find Clay because I had no clue what he looked like. It didn't take long before George shouted 'Clay!' and began running. I didn't know where he was running to but I kept the camera pointed at him. I noticed someone look up from their phone and shout back, 'George!'.
The person was blocked by George but soon enough George collided with another guy and they were tightly hugging. I smiled to myself as I carried on recording and made my way over to them. The second the taller man started pulling away I stopped the recording.
'Clay, this is my sister', I heard George say. The taller man fully pulled away and he looked at me. My mouth dropped slightly. This man was gorgeous. Sharp features, stunning green eyes, wavy dirty blonde hair, quite muscular. Even his outfit was gorgeous and all it was, was grey jogger shorts and a hoodie. Wow.
I was brought out of my trance by Clay stepping forward and pulling me into a hug, it caught me off guard but I quickly reciprocated, 'nice to finally meet you', he said, his head resting on top of mine. I could feel the vibration of his chest when he spoke and it made me smile, 'nice to meet you too'. He smelt good, he smelt like washing detergent and expensive cologne.
I was the first to pull away, blushing ever so slightly when Clay's hands lingered on me probably longer than they should've. George didn't seem to notice as he spoke up, 'sorry we're a little late. Someone got pulled over by the police', he glared at me. 'Oh shut up, Grog'. Clay laughed, 'why'd you get pulled over?', he asked. I sighed, 'speeding, I was feeling a little...adventurous'.
Clay laughed again, 'wow, you're a bad girl then, huh?'. George slapped Clay around the back of his head making him laugh loudly, whereas my breath got caught in my throat. I liked that more than I should've. George was right, it's only been 30 seconds and this guy is already being flirty.
I looked down as we started to walk out of the airport, the two boys already jumping into a conversation about something I knew nothing about. I didn't mind not being part of the conversation. It was nice listening to them both talk about god knows what.
We got to the car and George slid into the backseat, wanting to be able to talk to Clay easier. I rounded the car with Clay and opened the boot. When I reached for Clay's suitcase, he was already reaching for it. Our hands pressed against each other and I audibly swallowed. I looked up at Clay who had a boyish grin on his face, 'you can try to lift it, it's heavy though'.
I took this as a challenge and handed him my keys and phone, 'yeah? I'm sure I can handle it'. I grabbed the suitcase and huffed as I swung it into the boot. It was heavy, really heavy but I did it. I turned to him with a triumphant smile and he looked slightly surprised before smirking at me, 'impressive', was all he said before closing the boot and getting into the backseat with George.
I fought a blush off my face as I hopped into the drivers seat and began navigating us out of the airport parking area. 'Don't get pulled over again', George warned me. I rolled my eyes and I looked behind me as I reversed, 'whatever'. I briefly made eye contact with Clay before turning back around sped down the roads to go back home.
The ride was boring for me, not really getting involved in the conservations. But I kept making eye contact with Clay whenever I would look in the rear view mirror, it made my stomach flutter under his intense gaze.
I pulled into the driveway and immediately jumped out the car to unlock the door, 'do you want me to make some lunch?', I called to George as he waited for Clay he get his suitcase. George's head barely poked up from the top of his car due to his height but I could hear the smile in his voice when he shouted back, 'yes please!'.
I nodded to myself and made my way to the kitchen, rummaging around to find something to make. I heard the commotion of the boys coming in and I quickly spoke up, 'Clay! Is there any food you don't like?'. Clay stopped in his tracks and smiled at me, 'not really, I like pretty much anything. Especially if you make it', he winked. Fucker actually winked.
I tried to hide my blush, but from the proud look on his face, I didn't hide it that well. I need to try to get used to this, he's living with me now - this is my new normal, I have to get used to it.
I regain my composure, tilting my chin up in an attempt to seem unfazed, 'okay well, I'm making pasta so I'll give you a shout when it's ready'. Clay nodded but stayed loitering in the kitchen as I went back to finding to ingredients and George disappeared to god knows where. I felt his gaze from behind me. I turned around and raised an eyebrow, 'can I help you?'.
He leant himself against the wall, arms crossed, 'can I have a drink?'. I rolled my eyes but smiled, 'what do you want? Tea? Coffee?'. Clay cringed, 'cold water please, it's boiling in here'. I reached for the glasses, 'yeah, we're always cold so the heating is always on, I can turn it down if you want?'.
Clay shook his head as I reached for some ice from the freezer, opting to pull his hoodie off. His shirt rose with it and I'd be lying if I had I didn't look. Muscles. I let the glass fill with water as I continued my stare, following his V line that led right to his- the water overflowed into the sink which snapped me out of whatever the fuck that was.
I puffed my cheeks as I handed him his glass, choosing not to make eye contact, 'thank you', he said.
I swiftly focused my attention on making the pasta, not expecting Clay to sit himself at the island. 'You not going to hang out with your bestie?', I joked. Clay huffed a laugh through his nose, 'I'd rather get to know my new roomie, considering we know nothing about each other'.
I continued with the pasta, 'alright then, what would you like to know?'. I heard Clay hum as he thinks, 'if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?'. I thought for a moment, I wasn't expecting that question, I was expecting him to ask my favourite colour, or when my birthday was.
'I'd like to go to New York at Christmas. I think it would be really pretty', I nodded in finality, happy with my answer. I'd always wanted to go to New York and a few months ago I saw pictures of the snow, the lights and the decorations so I decided Christmas was the best time to go. Clay beamed, 'good answer. I've been there before, it's really nice'.
'Why'd you decide to move to England? You could've moved in with Nick and stayed in America', I was genuinely curious. Clay was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking of the perfect answer, 'change of scenery I think. I was actually going to move in with Nick but the house we wanted sold before we had chance to buy it. And then George offered the room here and I thought 'fuck it', and decided to move here'. I nodded along as he spoke so he knew I was listening.
I turned back around balancing three bowls of pasta, placing one of them in front of him, 'well, welcome to England'. I sat on the other seat, leaving the space next to me and Clay empty for George. I had texted him and soon enough he was sat next to us and we all ate.
'When's the rest of your stuff coming?', George asked. Clay quickly chewed his food, 'the next few days hopefully, I won't be able to stream until my shit gets here though'. They carried on there conversation as I ate in silence, happy just listening to them two of them talk.
I finished at the same time as Clay. I reached for his bowl to wash up but he was quicker. He swiped up both mine and his bowl, walking over to the sink, 'I can do that', I protested. Clay waved his hand to brush me off, 'you cooked, I'll clean'. I smiled to myself, I could definitely get used to this.
George made a noise to grab my attention, 'can you show Clay his room? Mum's calling so I'll probably be a while'. Before I could even answer, George had accepted the call and walked into the living room, leaving his bowl stranded on the island.
Clay turned and grabbed the bowl, 'does he always do that? Just leave his dirty pasta bowls'. I grimaced, 'yep, and I'm always the one cleaning it'. Clay frowned, 'well, I'll be helping now. Don't feel like you have to clean up his shit, I'll talk to him about it'. He dried his hands and walked to his suitcase, 'care to show me my room?'.
I led him upstairs. His room was directly next to mine whereas George's was further down the hall. I opened the door and held it open as he walked in, 'your room, good sir', I curtsied, eliciting a wheeze from him. He sat down on his bed, bouncing slightly to feel how comfy it was, 'my new room, hopefully you'll be spending time in here with me too', he winked again.
I scoffed but I couldn't control the blush that crept onto my face. At this rate, my face will be a permanent shade of red. 'In your dreams, buddy', I laughed as I left, leaving him alone to unpack what he already had. I scurried to my room, leaning against the door and letting out a shaky breath.
There is no way in hell I can get used to that, no fucking way.