soon after he had came over, dream left to go do things with what i assume to be his family or friends he lives with. he said he needed to tidy up because they were all quote on quote "slobs." i didn't care as much as i usually did, solely for the reason being i had to get ready too. i needed to prepare myself just as much as he did.
the rest of that day went by pretty fast with me just pacing around my room thinking about how to make them like me, or attempt to make conversations with myself in the mirror to make sure not to trip up when the time came.
let's just say... it didn't help.
when i woke up the next morning i didn't even bother to check the time before i started getting up. clay had told me beforehand he would be picking me up earlier in the day so i could spend the whole day with them and really get to know them. in a annoying way it was sweet.
i quickly got up from my bed heading to the bathroom quickly making a mess of my closet soon after. i wanted to make a good impression on his family so i decided to go with a collared grey long sleeve with a tucked in white t shirt and cuffed jeans with high tops. it was one of my prouder outfits so i took pride in wearing it. after getting dressed i quickly went downstairs to eat a small breakfast of cereal. clay had said beforehand we were eating there, so i didn't want to eat too much and ruin his thought out plans for our day.
the timing couldn't have been more perfect. as i set my dirty bowl of cereal in the sink i heard a faint sound of a car horn throughout the house. i quickly walked to the door making sure the lights were off and the door was locked before nervously walking right to his car. i could see through the window ahead his big smile he had plastered on his face, and i guess it's contagious because i shared a quick smile too. i opened the heavy door before meeting his bright green eyes with mine. "ready to go?" he says calmly making sure my nerves hadn't changed my mind last minute. "nervous, but yes." i say with a forced smile, failing at matching his bright energy.
after we pulled out of the driveway and had been on the road for about 5 minutes, i started picking at the skin around my nails. it was a habit i got into when i was very little, usually when i was nervous or stressed. i had been doing this for a minute or two before having his hand pry mine away and interlock our fingers over the cup holder. he smoothed small circles into the back of my hand before saying "you don't have to be nervous geogre, they are my best friends and people i would consider family. they are just like me. don't worry, they'll love you." he reassures. i gazed my eyes to look into the mirror above us getting a look and smile back. i leaned my head back onto the seat to drown in my thoughts with our hands still locked. i was so focused in my own head i didn't even hear the car roll to a stop. "we're here george." clay says unlocking his warm hand and hopping out of the spot in the car right next to me. i quickly attempted to shake off the nerves one last time before i got out of the car and started walking towards the huge house ahead of us.
it seemed to be 3 story's and very very modern. it was surrounded by trees in a distant location farther than other homes nearby. in a isolated location. it was surrounded by nature and huge glass windows covered almost the whole house, making it slightly easier to see inside.
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"holy shit this place is nice" i say louder than i originally anticipated, but only loud enough for him to hear. "i'm glad you like it, a lot of people live here." he laughs after his reply. i was taken back by it . i mean his house was much nicer than mine, and mine was a decent house as well.
he started dragging me up the pathway leading me near the front door. "remeber, please don't be nervous. be yourself. if i like you, they will too." he says sipping his hand into mine. it was comforting and reassuring to say the least because most of my nerves had washed away. he had opened the huge black door leading into the modern home with ease, making sure i was right behind. i admired the modern look that was plastered over the whole house. paintings and lots of plants had been scattered throughout the interior, making it seem more homey. before i could attempt to take off my shoes he started dragging me upstairs in a hurry. he was giggling stupidly the whole time making me laugh in trails behind him, nearly tripping on our way up. we eventually made it up the long wooden stairs only to be faced with a group of people that seemed to be around my age. definitely some to be younger, but all looked around the age group. "hey guys! we're hereeeeeeee." clay said as he dragged out the last e. he started pulling me toward the smell of food that surrounded near the kitchen and living room.
"for gods sake clay you look like your pulling a lost puppy. i think he knows how to walk, asshole." one said. he had dark brown, nearly black hair with a small white headband holding his hair back in a small pony tail on the top of his head that was nearly falling out, due to his hair length. he was wearing a black long sleeve turtleneck that was big around his arms, covered by a white flame t- shirt over it. i couldn't help but slightly giggle at his remark. clay had in fact been holding onto me like his life depended on it. if i'm being honest i didn't mind, i just thought it was cute. "shut up nick, i was excited." he says letting go of my hand, taking the warmth with it. he stopped and led me to the kitchen island to where nick seemed to be following a video on how to cook pasta. when i was led over he was cutting tomato's and onions clearly on the verge of tears. he quickly stopped and set the knife down washing off his hands and eyes with the hand towel on the counter. "jesus christ i hate onions. how do you even eat those?" he says looking at me in disbelief. i giggle and reply, "if you cook them, they will taste better than they feel on your eyes." i look up to clay as he watched the conversation unfold. "sorry about him, he has no self control and doesn't know how to greet people." he says giving nick a death stare. "this is nick, he's lived here as long as i have." he finishes off looking down at me. "hi nick, it's nice to meet who clay lives with finally." i say with a unsure smile and small giggle back. "wait- he doesn't think it's just us- right?" he glances at clay. ____________________________________
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hey guys!! i know it's been while and i want to truly apologize for being away so long. i haven't been feeling this story lately but i have good ideas for it so i'm going to start uploading more. again i want to apologize and am glad you stuck to read this! <<33
