It had been a few hours, most of that time having been spent up in Clay's bedroom; Justin admiring every single poster on the wall whilst Clay would finally finish the few others. Of course, Justin couldn't have been more grateful, managing to catch up on two hours of sleep and a shower at Clay's place.
''So, uh, you wanna go down for breakfast?'' Clay brought up the question as Justin walked back into the bedroom.
Justin stared for a moment. ''Breakfast?''
''Well, yeah,'' Clay told him, walking over to where Justin still stood in the doorway. ''We can't die without eating my dad's blueberry pancakes, trust me, we can't, okay?''
Justin frowned again.
''Now, come on,'' Clay tugged his arm towards the hallway.
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When It's Cold I'd Like To Die
FanfictionOn June 10th, Justin Foley and Clay Jensen receive a call, delivering the bad news to them. They're going to die that day, in the next twenty-four hours. They both have different plans on spending their last day alive, yet they still manage to accid...
