Muffin f*ck

                                    

                                          
Sorry I haven't wrote in a while I have to do my assignments and I have also been caught up reading books lmao
                          
as morning approached through the large windows of George's apartment the sun making its self apparent the golden rays bouncing off the slick white walls hitting George's eyes waking him up 
                          
He grumbled at the sudden light warmed up his face and the rays making the once darkness Bright again he swung his arm over his eyes to block the sudden blindness he was apparent to happen 
                          
Dragging his hand down his face he shuffled himself the other way around settling back down and squeezing his eyes shut with no justice of falling back to the sleep 
                          
"Ugh this is bull shit I am tiredddd" he said to himself on this early March morning  
                          
"George will you stop moving around and be quiet people are trying to sleep nimrod" 
                          
To the sudden voice startling George as he felt the vibration of the voice thru his small body he quickly threw his head back around to be greeted my clay beneath him 
                          
He studied his face as the freckles grew apparent in the sun and his eyelashes long his mouth slightly open slightly showing his two front teeth his dirty blond hair resting on his forehead with parts in every direction 
                          
George broke out of his gaze after once realising he was actually lay on clay he panicked pushing himself up by his arms trying to throw the blanket off of him so he would swing his legs off the sofa 
                          
After George had finally got his feet free from the blanket he attempted to climb over clay to get off the sofa but before George could clay spoke up again 
                          
'George stop moving I already said" half asleep he wrapped his arms around George fulling him back down onto his chest George releasing a quiet "umf" hitting clays chest 
                          
"Ugh fine I will stay here jesus" George pulled clays blanket off of clay letting the cold air hit him instantly "GEORGE what the fuck it's freezing" 
                          
"I don't care I am cold too what you going to do about it cry" 
                          
"If you don't put that blanket back over me right now I will definitely give you something to cry about" 
                          
With a slight scoff knowing full well clay is too soft to lay a hand on George apart from tickling him w- wait ticking shit I didn't think he grabbed the blanket quickly pulling it back over both the boys 
                          
After that George just got out his phone scrolling through Twitter and TikTok excepting the fact there was no way he was going to be able to leave anytime soon 
                          
-time skip to afternoon- 
                          
clayyyy George shouted from the living room as clay walked into the room "yessss" the news is on soon I will be able to see my mum again George said with a big smile on his face 
                          
"You will I am happy for you George" clay said back smiling back at the boy god his smile is so pure it seems to hold so much joy 
                          
As quackity walked in the room "what in the muffin fuck is going on in here and why are Karl and sapnap still fucking in the other room my back probably hurts more then there's and I only slept on the cough arse holes" 
                          
Clay burst out laughing leading a laugh from George too 
                          
"You think I am joking" quackity mumbled "WAIT THERE ACTUALLY FUCKING IN MY HOUSE" George said standing up (🧍🏼‍♂️) < George rn quackity burst out laughing at this point n- no I- 
                          
As quackity couldn't stop laughing to sleep he finally managed to get out the words "no I was only joking but your reaction made it so worth it" he said between breaths 
                          
"Shut up" George said with a straight face going to walk out the room going towards his own room before clay grabbed his hand pulling him back George just looked up at clay confused not facing him 
                          
"Your not leaving me with this Spanish bastard he is going to start shouting in languages I didn't even know EXIST" 
                          
George looked at him unimpressed "... clay he can only speak Spanish and English if you don't know both of them exist I am very fucking worried about you" 
                          
George pushing himself off of clays chest and leaving again walking into his room and shutting the door 
                          
"Ay, hijo de puta, ¿de qué se trata? ¿Quieres pelear o algo?" (Ay you son of a bitch what was that about do you want to fight or something little piss shitting fuck) 
                          
WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN clay says with his hands up clearly confused 
                          
Quackity just laughs at the boy about crying from laughter clay just gives quackity a face of fuck you before walking down the hallway into George's room 
                          
He walks in George's room to George lay in bed on his phone scrolling thru TikTok quietly with his legs up to his chest he looks up "what's up pissbaby" George says with a slight pount 
                          
"He is speaking in other languages again George" George laughs at his friend before stopping 
                          
"Fine come in close my door you can do whatever just don't annoy me" 
                          
"What counts as not annoying you though" 
                          
"Um I don't know actually just I don't know chill out I guess" 
                          
Clay just nodded sitting on George's bed next to George opening up his phone and going onto Google 
                          
"George I don't know what quackity said but apparently it's something to do with a piss shitting fuck" what does that even meannnn clay says fake crying at the frustration on the Spanish boy 
                          
George just smiles at clay looking back at his phone checking the % George only having 5% left he reaches over looking at clays phone showing he has 87% George throws his onto the desk after plugging it on to charge and grabbing clays phone out of his hand leaning back down onto the dirty blond boy and opening TikTok 
                          
After scrolling for a little while "clay is all your fyp still thirst traps of me wtf" he closes TikTok before opening YouTube watching videos they had missed that there friends had posted