Some people (mainly on the discord) wanted a Skephalo chapter so here is some Skephalo like requested.
Also:
Dog is judging you.
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Zak POV.
Today was going to be slightly easier, I guess. We didn't have to worry about George seeing as he was staying with Clay at home, the blond was 'looking after George because he couldn't sleep' (I think that's code for something else though).
Clay texted me to explain why neither of them would be there, saying:
George and I won't be at school today.
He barely slept last night.
OK hoep he fells bettr
George kept having nightmares
Dats sad
He is asleep rn.
See ya tomorro thne
(Skeppy's amazing spelling skills on full display here).
I pocketed my phone. Darryl was sitting beside me outside the school and reading my texts from over my shoulder.
"I hope that George doesn't have any more nightmares" he said from beside me, I just smiled at him and replied, "I don't think nightmares is actually the reason the two were home today... together... with Clay needing to take care of George."
"What do you mean..." a second after he asked Darryl's face changed, "Geppy! No. Eww. They would ever do that. You dirty minded muffin."
"Don't worry. I'm kidding" I reassured him as I leaned my head against his for a moment. I'm not kidding.
After a few more minutes the first bell rang, and so we stood from out seat on the couch and left the library, heading to our class.
It felt weird with George and Clay's seats both empty, but I was fine with it and took the opportunity to sit beside my boyfriend. We talked quietly between ourselves until Mr Phallus walked into the room.
✨Sparkles✨
✨And more sparkles✨
✨And even more sparkles✨
✨And time skip✨
Darryl and I sat at our normal table, talking between ourselves. Thankfully, it was quieter than when the blond and the brunette were here, who were always flirting with eachother.
The green-eyed boy kept asking me to text Clay and ask the blond how George was, and I kept telling him that George was definitely fine, (besides the fact he probably couldn't walk).
"Zak, please text Clay, I wanna make sure George is okay." Darryl said for probably the 50th time.
And for probably the 50th time I replied, "Darryl, I'm sure George is fine. If you are that worried then text him yourself?"
"I can't text George you muffinhead" Darryl said, looking at me as though I was an idiot, "Clay said he needed to sleep so I won't text him to wake him up."
I smirked at him and chuckled before speaking in at a volume that only he could heat, "it's cute how much you worry about him."
Darryl's face flushed slightly, "Zak. You can't say that, you're in the middle of school."
"Calm down Darryl, nobody heard." I reassured my boyfriend.
If we were somewhere else I would have kissed him then and there but I knew that Darryl wouldn't be comfortable with me kissing him in the middle of the school cafeteria.
We both turned back to our food, we were about to go back to eating when we saw a pair of girls walking over to us.
"Hey Zak." The taller of the pair said to me when she reached us, completely ignoring the green-eyed boy opposite me.
I responded with an 'Uh-hey' as I looked over to her and her shorter friend.
When I replied they began whispering to eachother, probably not knowing what to say. After an extremely awkward minute or two of them talking they turned back. "You two are Clay's friends, right?" The shorter girl, a blond asked, finally acknowledging Darryl's existence.
"
Yeah, we are?" Darryl seemed worried about what they were going to ask, and I was too. It could be something along the lines of 'can you ask Clay to go on a date with one of us.'
"Well, we are organising a party for Saturday night, and we would have invited him personally but he's not here" the blond explained.
"So what do you want us to do exactly?" I asked her, my right eyebrow raised slightly.
"Could you ask Clay if he wanted to come" the taller girl responded. "You two can both come as well, if you want" she added.
My eyes drifted over to meet Darryl's, we both already knew how the blond would answer, but we turned back to the girls. "Is there any chance that he could bring a plus one?" I asked, both of us knowing that that would definitely be the first thing the blond would want to know.
The two girls looked at eachother momentarily, before turning back, "yeah sure, if he wants" the shorter replied with a shrug.
"Mk. I'll text him" I said, pulling my phone from my pocket as the 3 other people around the table watched, the taller telling me what address to send him and the time.
Hey Clay.
There's a party on Satruday at (make up your own address road) starting 7
Peeple here at school wantto know if it you wanna coem
They say Gorege can come two
(Another example of perfect Skeppy English.)
"There, sent." As I spoke I pocketed my phone and the girls began walking away, both looking satisfied with themselves. I turned to my boyfriend and rolled my eyes, he responded with a giggle and we finally got to return to our food.
Clay POV.
It was late, probably 9 or 10 at night. George was laying on me, either asleep or dead, whatever it was, he hadn't moved in hours. Patches was also in the room, curled up on the couch asleep.
I was on my phone, when I remembered I had unread texts from Zak. He'd messaged me earlier, while I was at the mall with George and so I ignored it, so I should probably check it out now before I forget.
I felt the Brit stir slightly as I opened Zak's messages and read them through in my head.
Hey Clay.
There's a party on Satruday at (make up your own address road) starting 7
Peeple here at school wantto know if it you wanna coem
They say Gorege can come two
It took me a few attempts to read the texts over because half of the words I couldn't understand. However, by the time I had figured out what Zak was saying George seemed to have woken up.
Don't get me wrong he was still incredibly tired, but it was good enough.
"Hiya sleeping beauty" I greeted the brunette with a small kiss on his forehead.
"Morning... What time is it?" He asked as he sat up slightly and looked around at the dark bedroom.
"Actually 10 pm, so not quite morning yet... You feeling less tired now?" I asked as I began running my fingers through his hair and George laid himself back down.
"Mhm" the Brit hummed in reply.
"Good."
I thought back to Zak's test. "Hey Georgie, do you maybe want to go to a party on Saturday?"
"Is it a party someone at school is throwing?" George asked.
I responded with a "yeah."
"Will you leave me again like last time?" He continued questioning.
"I won't Georgie."
"Then I don't see why not."
He seemed sure about his answer and so I nodded, turning back to the phone, and staying on there until the brunette grabbed it off of me. "Sleep Pillow." Is all he said to me.
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