Ruin The Friendship [ dreamwastaken x reader ]

29 | big miss steak

"I think you left your laptop." Clay says, followed by a small laugh.

I freeze, walking in my front door. I literally just
finished driving back when he called me.

"No—" I start, spinning to kick the door shut and open my bag, digging in disbelief.

He's right, no laptop.

I let out a guttural groan. "NOOO. Why— why am I such a fucking degenerate." I whine out, pouting.

Clay keeps laughing at me, bright and tinny over the phone call.

"Do you need it that bad? You have your uh— your desktop." He says.

I huff a sigh. "I don't need it. I guess. But I do want it. Work is gonna be so fucking boring without it."

"Poor little baby." Clay says, chuckling. "You want me to like, mail it to you? I can pay for priority."

I huff a sigh. "No. It's— whatever. I'll get it whenever we see each other next." I pause for only a second. "Speaking of... so like... I'm free this weekend..." I'm trying not to sound too thirsty, but I am.

Clay hums, hesitating before he speaks. "I'm actually busy, sorry. Friend's birthday."

I pout immediately. "Next weekend?"

He grunts, taking a moment. "That's Halloween isn't it?"

I immediately light up, switching him to speaker and going to check. "It is!" I chirp.

"Yeah? Maybe you could come down in a costume. I'll decorate, buy some candy." Clay says.

"No." I immediately say, as Clay makes a noise of protest. "Well I mean yes but— you should come up instead. Ellie and I already agreed we're going to get drunk and watch Monster House and other shit."

Clay barks out a laugh. "Oh? Get drunk and watch Monster House? Such— important plans. I see why you would wanna work around them."

"Yes. Thank you for understanding, king." I say back, maintaining my serious facade.

I hear Clay huff, whether it's another laugh or a sigh, I can't tell. "Fine. I'll come up." He pauses for a moment. "You gonna wear a maid costume for me?"

I lift my brows. This horny mother fucker—

"Sure." I start, pausing for the drama. "If you wear one for me. Cat ears too." I say, cracking into a grin.

There's silence in response. Then, "No."

"Oh come on, Clay." I say, pouting. "Pwease?"

"I—" Clay speaks again, hesitant. "If I do will I get the skin sucked off my dick for it?"

I grimace. "Ew— Clay— hello?" I say, disgusted by his word choice. Still, I find the grimace breaking into a smile, a laugh threatening to come out.

Clay laughs, unabashedly, proud of himself to no end.

"Never mind. You can dress up as bozo the honking dancing clown if you're gonna be a fucking freak." I tease.

Clay hums, thinking for just a moment. "If I wear a clown costume will I still get some grip?"

I bite my lip, stifling my laugh. "What do you mean? You're already a clown in a clown costume and I've been letting you hit. So yeah."

"Rude—" Clay starts, but I can hear the laughter in his voice.

Suddenly, it's like I remember what I'm doing, and realize I've just been sat down talking on the phone. I have to be at work like— soon.