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A.N. — guess who's back on their writing grind? Moi. 
                          
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DREAM POV



                          
Clay woke up too early and couldn't fall back asleep. It was 6am — he only had to be at the airport for 1pm, so he should have had plenty of time to sleep in. But he was wide awake now, and there was nothing he could do about it. 
                          
He groaned and flipped himself over, burying his head in the pillow beneath him. Images of sleepy George, cross-legged on the floor staring out the window at the night sky flashed through his mind. He smiled at the memory. Then, sighing, he lifted himself out of bed and headed over to the bathroom to take a shower. 
                          
As he washed his hair, he thought about what he was going to say to George when they finally had to part ways. Part of him desperately wanted — no, needed — George to know how he felt about him. Clay knew, however, that the likelihood of him having the guts to confess his feeling for him was not strong at all. He reached over for the soap, realizing how accustomed he had gotten to George's shower, to George's whole apartment, actually. He really liked it here, there was no denying that fact. 
                          
Stepping out of the shower and wrapping himself in a towel, he walked over to the mirror to dry his hair. On his way there, he heard a small click and the door opened to reveal a half-asleep George. He rubbed his eyes, walking forward before noticing Clay standing there, towel around his waist, and immediately woke up fully. 
                          
"Oh my- uhm, uh jeez I'm so sorry I didn't realize - " George's eyes went wide, before he quickly covered them.
                          
Clay couldn't help but laugh at his friend. 
                          
"It's fine, Georgette." he replied, smirking.
                          
George only blushed harder and mumbled something under his breath before turning around and leaving hurriedly. 
                          
God, I am going to miss that clumsy bitch so much. 
                          
A couple minutes later, he exited the bathroom and walked over to the kitchen, where George had prepared bacon and eggs. He seemed to be back to normal now, having gotten over his embarrassment from before. He grinned at Clay as he entered the kitchen, passing him a plate of steaming hot food.
                          
"Your last meal at Casa de George will be the best one ever." he said happily.
                          
"Wow, this looks great. Thanks George." 
                          
The food did look delicious — if only it didn't have to be his final meal here. As they ate, they tried to avoid talking about Clay's departure for a little bit. Instead they brainstormed some new video ideas, calling Sapnap up for his input.
                          
"We could do another manhunt maybe?" Clay suggested.
                          
George rolled his eyes. 
                          
"Clay, we've done like 20 of those."
                          
"Yeah because people like them, Georgette."
                          
"I agree, we should do another manhunt but we should have a special guest. I think that'd be cool." Sapnap piped up over the phone.
                          
"Okay, I guess that could be cool. But who?" the brit pondered.
                          
Clay smiled to himself.
                          
"I know just the person." he replied slyly. 
                          
He went on his phone, opened twitter and went straight to his DMs. he scrolled a bit, then clicked on a conversation he had with a certain @tommyinnit and began to type a message, asking him if he was down to collab.
                          
He and George spent the rest of the morning half-heartedly watching netflix shows. Every now and then, he would glance over at his friend, seeing the same glum expression reflected on his face. 
                          
And then, before they knew it, it was time to leave. 
                          
They drove in silence, neither one knowing what to say to the other. The radio hummed quietly in the background as Clay leaned his head against the window, watching people, shops and streets fly by. Turn around, just go back, please, he wanted to say to George.
                          
 It was far too late for that now, though.



                          
GEORGE POV
                          
George put the car in park, cranking the hand brake and turning off the engine. They sat there in his Acura for a couple more minutes. Clay eventually opened the passenger seat and slid out, going to the trunk to grab his suitcase. George stepped out, grabbing his keys and wallet, and soon the two of them were walking briskly through the airport towards Clay's terminal. George's heart was beating out of his chest.
                          
 It was almost time. 
                          
Just minutes later, they got to the terminal. Time seemed to slow down for George.
                          
He watched as Clay turned to face him, smiling sadly. 
                          
"Well... I guess this is where we say goodbye. I'm gonna miss you so much Geor-"
                          
George didn't wait for the gorgeous dirty-blonde to finish his sentence. Instead, he grabbed the hem of Clay's shirt, pulling him down and kissing him suddenly. Almost immediately, he drew back, mortified with embarrassment. Still, he forced himself to look up into those beautiful green eyes. Clay was standing there, stunned.
                          
 George felt his heart drop, his cheeks heating up. 
                          
He turned, ready to walk away, tears already starting to burn in his eyes. 
                          
And then a hand grabbed his, spinning him around. Clay brought him back, cupping George's face with one hand, the other reaching around to his back as he pulled him close, gently pressing his lips against his. George's hands found their way into Clay's hair as he kissed him back. He felt his friend smile against his lips, and soon he was smiling too. George drew back after what felt like hours, resting his forehead against Clay's. 



                          
"Stay with me." he whispered.



                          
"I thought you'd never ask."