꧁𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕_𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤꧂

xi.

hello lovelies! i hope you enjoy and have a pleasant day. <3

a/n: i made dream a little shorter in this one, but he'll still be taller than george (obviously lol). i'm putting george down to 5'6" and dream to 5'9"! i hope that's alright with you guys!

i also added a small part to where george has an autoimmune disorder that makes him unable to leave his house, which is the reason why clay and george don't really ever see each other.

i, personally, don't have any kind of skin disorders (besides acne, but that really isn't one) so i'll probably get some of this stuff wrong. i also wrote it to where george is allowed a few minutes— like 15 minutes— outside because his parents don't want him to feel all cooped up inside. i don't know if that makes sense, but i hope it does (in a way)! i tried to not make things TOO realistic, as this is only fanfiction, but i tried my best.

inspired by the song: backyard boy

request made by: @mellowfellowver

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this had gone on for about what, a year now? a mystery boy, not to mention a BRITISH mystery boy, would occasionally toss a ball over a tall, white, thick vinyl fence that stretched across the back of clay's backyard. he had never seen the boy before and even though he was pretty tall as it is, he still couldn't figure out who the boy was.

he decided to try and peak over the fence, but to his chagrin, he couldn't reach over.

"what the hell are you doing?" a familiar voice shouted. an old and worn-out soccer ball was tossed over the fence, bonking clay on the head.

"ow! you could've, i don't know, WAITED for me?" clay whined. he rubbed the sore spot on his head before tossing the ball back over.

"when will i actually meet you?" clay suddenly thought aloud. the boy on the other side of the fence went quiet.

"wait— was that not a good question to ask? i'm so sorry, i didn't mean—" clay stammered, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment. "clay, you're fine!" he replied. a chuckle escaped his lips— a noise that clay longed to hear, face-to-face.

"phew.. i thought i might've upset you." he sighed. the boy— george— sighed, feeling the same way, before he caught the ball again.

"so, this has been going on for a year now, huh?" clay wondered.

"mhm! 12 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days." george proudly told him.

clay knew how much their friendship had taken a toil on him. he could hear it in his crush's voice— it was bittersweet, being able to talk to someone, yet not see them and not even be outside to talk to them for more than fifteen minutes. it was hard to accept; clay only hoped that george could have a better life someday.

"oh, i almost forgot to tell you!" george gasped. he set the ball down and went over to look up at the fence that loomed over him. "my parents mentioned something about a new kind of surgery— it should fix most of it, but some will obviously be left over. i should be able to not only speak to you more often, but i'll be able to see you! do you know what this means?!" he laughed. clay felt a warm feeling pool inside of him, filling his mind with joy and excitement.

"that's amazing! when will it be?" he said.

"it should be in about two week! i'm so excited clay; i'll finally be able to see you— to meet you, for real, this time!" george smiled. clay grinned to himself.

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1 year ago...

clay stood in his backyard, admiring the open space. he had just moved here; everything felt so new and so inspiring. the only thing that bothered him were the fences— why were they so damn tall?

"watch your head!" someone screeched. before clay could really do anything, something hard and dusty hit the top of his head. he rubbed his head and winced from the impact.

"what the fuck, man?" he shouted.

"with THAT attitude, i don't feel like apologizing anymore." the other male said. huh.. he does sound pretty attractive, clay thought. he shook his head, you just somewhat met him, settle down! he shushed his inner thoughts and turned to face the looming, white and shiny fence above.

"what's your name?" clay suddenly asked.

"it's— it's george." the other male said. george.. what a nice name, clay thought.

"i'm clay!" he shouted with confidence. the other boy— george— hummed in response, taking it into consideration.

"oh, sorry! i have to go!" george said, quickly running inside.

"wait— where are you going? oh, uh, okay- bye!"

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several weeks passed and clay grew worried. should recovery take THIS long? maybe something bad happened— is george okay? was there any complications during surgery? clay let his mind run wild and overthink any situation, all of which went from impossible to VERY possible. he longed for the day to finally see his crush— his soulmate, which he somewhat jokingly called him once— and hug him.

"clay?" a familiar voice whispered to him.

"george?" he whispered, his heart beating slower. he turned around and took in the appearance of george- his crush- standing there, right in front of him.

"george!" he sobbed, running towards him and pulling him closer. george yelped and clay quickly let go of him.

"i just fully recovered, clay! you've gotta calm down a little." he laughed. clay chuckled and continued to hold him gently, treating him like he was an important object.

"i missed you so much." he murmured into the shorter boy's neck. george smiled, "i missed you too."

the two of them stood there for what seemed like forever, holding each other close like their lives depended on it. george hummed softly and leaned his forehead against clay's. "you know, there's something that i've been needing to tell you- i thought that i would say this after my recovery." george told him.

"yes?" clay tilted his head.

"i love you, clay." george whispered.

"..i love you too." clay replied.

the two boys smiled and held onto each other, forgetting the world around them.