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French love🎀

George had issues. Not necessarily bad issues, but they were pretty hard to deal with. He struggled expressing
how he loved people, and never caught on to people expressing love to him. He often cried thinking there was just
something wrong with him, or maybe he was incapable of loving someone.

That was until his friend bad got him into taking a class in French. He liked the language and didn't mind learning
it, and ever since he became quiet fluent in it, he had found a way to express love.

Sure, he would never understand him, but it was a start. George would whisper compliments in his French language,
Clay always looking over and asking what he said but him just saying it was nothing. It worked like a charm and he
was able to say all sorts of nice things about Clay right in front of him, without getting flustered.

George dropped his bag on the floor, sitting down in his chair and watching the students walk into the classroom.
He was waiting for one person, and he saw him. Clay walked into the room and sat next to George. George never
thought a seating chart could make him fall so hard, but it did.

He watched as Clay sat down in the chair next to him, setting his bag down and sighing to himself, probably
preparing for another day of school. George rested his head on his hand, looking at Clay longfully "tes cheveux
est si beaux aujourd'hui" George said quietly, Clay looking over with a confused expression.
(Your hair is so beautiful today)

"What?" He asked, George giggling and looking away. Yes, he was being a bit of a fangirl by doing this, but
Clay deserved the compliments and attention, like he needed them, he probably already knew he was gorgeous.

George decided to text his luck today, ever since learning French he had become so much more confident
in flirting, not that he could understand it but it was a start. "J'ai toujours voulu te dire combien je t'aime Clay"
George said sweetly. (I always wanted to tell you how much I love you Clay"

"J'ai attendu que tu dises ca en anglais pendant des semaines Georgie" Clay said with a smirk, George's cheeks
heating up very quickly and turning away. (I've been waiting for you to say that in English for weeks Georgie)

"He could understand me this whole time!? Why didn't he say something! Stupid George! stupid!" George yelled
at himself, him having a realization "wait.. that means he understood me that one time I said he looked hot in
basketball shorts.. and the other time I said I liked his muscles.." George was red to the ears, having to listen to
Clays undying laughter as he was steaming with embarrassment.

"I learned French when I was in middle school George" he smirked, George turning towards him a little.
"Maybe we can do this in English" Clay passed over a note, it having a number of digits on it. His number.

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