You belong with me-A dnf story

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GEORGES POV

I walked out of the classroom, reminding myself Clays performance in in a hour, i rushed into the bus and sprinted to my house, I needed a decent change of clothes before i go.

I grabbed a plain white shirt, blue jeans which I ended up cuffing, my converses, white socks, belt and a plaid beige button up which I used as like a jacket.

"Meh this will do." I said to myself, checking myself out in the mirror.

I picked up my phone, "SHIT I HAVE TEN MINUTES."

I ran out of my house and sprinted to school, I lived around 30 minutes away, I really didn't want to be late, I ended up taking 15 minutes but it's okay!!! Clays performance wasn't on yet.

"Dude where were you!?" Nick whisper-shouted.

"did I miss it!?." I asked still whispering.

"No, his is on right after this."

"Oh thank fuck."

"I know right," he laughed "you would've been a gonner."

"Trust me Nick, I bloody know."

I panted a bit still worn out from the running.

We watched the group of girls dance, not really interesting.

I was checking my phone time to time, I was on it for a bit then a sudden loud noise dragged my attention to it.

"Thank you so much ladies, the judges will write there thoughts may the audience clap for the girls."

The audience clapped, there were quite a lot of people I would say around half of the school? Maybe more?.

"Now may you all give it up for, Clay he will be playing guitar and singing!."

We all clapped me and Nick gave a few cheers and clapped over everyone else.

Clay walked on the stage, he flicked his shaggy hair back and gave a nervous grin at the whole audience.

He had his guitar in one hand and a chair in another, he put the chair down and had his guitar on his lap, positioning it while a teacher brought a microphone that was attached to a stand up.

After he was ready, he looked at the judges and glanced at me and Nick, I gave a thumbs up.

He did a deep sigh.

He did the instrumental.

"I am not the only traveler,
Who has not paid his dept,
I've been searching for a trail to follow again,
take me back to the night we met..."

His voice echoed through the hall, he sounded great, angelic even.

"And then I tell myself,
What the hell I'm supposed to do,
And then I can tell myself,
Not to ride along with you."

He started to string the guitar, kinda aggressively but not a mad aggressive, he looked like he was enjoying himself.

"I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you,
Take me back to the night we met..."

His eyes look into mine, we locked eyes as he sung, I soon released I was smiling like an idiot.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do,
Hunted by the ghost of you,
Oh, take me back to the night we met."

I started to hum quietly along.

"When the night was full of terrors,
And your eyes were filled with tears,
When you had not touched me yet,
Oh,take me back to the night we met,
I all and then most of you,
Some and now none of you,
Take me back to the night we met,
I don't know what I'm supposed to do,
Hunted by the ghost of you,
Oh take me back to the night we met."

He did the last part of the instrumental then stopped, there was a sudden silence.

He looked up, I looked around, most of the people were to amazed.

I broke the silence with a clap.

"WOOO LETS GO CLAY!!!."

Clay smiled at this and then evrey one else clapped and cheered.

"LETSSS GOOOOO!!!." Nick shouted from the top of his lungs.

Clay blushed probably from embarrassment and he's probably overwhelmed.

The women walked back on the stage.

"Wow Clay! That was incredible!! Can we all give another round of applause for Clay!."

We all did just that, Clay thanked us then walked off the stage.

The stage crew got the microphone and took it off.

"Clay was sick!." Nick exclaimed.

"I know right, he's so amazing at everything he does."

"What?."

"What?."

"Nothing..." Nick trailed off.

"Imma go backstage."

"Are you even allowed man?."

"Meh I don't know."

I ran off to the backstage and saw Clay.

"Wow you were amazing!."

"Thanks," he painted and drunk water, "wait how did you get out here?."

"Found the door."

"Are you even allowed?."

"Probably not, I don't really give a shit though."

"Oh naughty George."

Clay winked at me I slapped him and giggled.

"Whatever."

"Shit, I need to go."

"Wait, what about Nick?."

"Uh shït, uh go get him, be quick."

I ran out of backstage, getting a few glares, probably from the news about my girlfriend.

"Nick lets go!." I whisper shouted.

"Wait what?."

I dragged him by his arm, Karl and Alex followed for no reason.

"Ay ay ay!," Nick pulled away when we were outside, "that hurt!."

"Nick the lil baby," Alex pouted "wa wa."

Karl laughed at this action, Nick swatted him.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Guys come on guys!." I shouted.

"HEY!."

I ran toward Clay with the rest following me.

"Great let's go."

"Wait where are we going?." I asked confused why I even got Nick.

"My sister wants to meet George, soooo I guess if it's okay with you George we can like have a sleepover? Like what teenage girls do?."

I laughed at this, Nick and the others looked offended.

"You dragged us out for nothing!?."

"Yeah pretty much, anyways lemme ring my mum."

"It's mom," Clay said the others agreed.

"Whatever I don't get your 'American Culture.'"

Clay wheezed, "what!?, American Culture?."

"Yeah American Culture."

"Meh I'm heading out, Karl, Nick wanna go with me?."

"Sure."

They all scattered along and it was just me and Clay, this will end badly.

"Wanna go?." He said while moving out of the way for me to go forward.

"Uh, sure."

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