Another chapter (I'm on a roll haha), enjoy

(um actually I'm just copy pasting these from my Wattpad book, these are my oneshots but I don't feel like reformatting lmao)

3rd Person P.O.V.

"It's not that bad, you'll be fine. Plus, you have me here to take care of you!" Clay grinned, spreading his arms out wide. George just huffed, crossing his arms. "Oh, relax!" A pair of arms wrapped around George, pulling him into Clay's chest before he could protest.

"Hey!" His cheeks were pink with blush as he squirmed around in the taller man's arms. It was no use. Clay was bigger than he was.

"Look, I promise you, it won't even be that bad. I got my wisdom teeth out years ago, and yeah, it hurt, but that's what pain meds are for." Clay shrugged, letting George go. "Now c'mon, we need to go!" Clay grabbed the keys, dangling them in George's face. The brunette huffed, hesitantly following him out the door.

"Are you sure you can drive? I know you aren't used to the roads here..."

"There's no avoiding this, Georgie!" Clay sang, sitting in the drivers seat. "I'm not going to crash, now c'mon! We're going to be late if you don't drag your butt to this car right now!" George glanced back at his house, then at Clay in the car. Sighing, he got in the car, crossing his arms.

"I don't like this," he muttered. Clay smiled, shaking his head.

"After it's all over, you'll feel so much better. You need to get them out, Gogy," the blond reminded, George just scoffing in response.

The majority of the drive was silent, except for Clay humming along to the radio. George didn't really want to talk to him, not when his stomach felt like it was doing backflips. He just stared out the window, letting his anxieties take over his thoughts.

"Oh Georgie~" Clay sang, grinning. "We're here!" George shrunk back into his seat, groaning. He put his head in his hands, missing the sympathetic smile from the blond. "Hey, trust me. It'll be fine, they do this, like, everyday."

"Yeah..." Clay got out of the car, opening George's door and offering him a hand. The brunette swallowed, taking it hesitantly. He blushed lightly, keeping his head down so Clay wouldn't notice.

Inside the oral surgeon's office, the pair took a seat, George bouncing his leg and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt nervously. Clay put a comforting arm around him, not speaking a word.

"George?" A young doctor stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand. Clay smiled, nodding.

"I'll wait here for you, ok? You'll do great," he reassured. George sighed, swallowing thickly as he followed the doctor.

Clay sat in the waiting room, watching an old stream. When the doctor reappeared in the doorway, beckoning him to follow, he did, excited to see George all loopy.

"Alright, so this should cover everything." She handed him a booklet with directions on how to care for someone who got their wisdom teeth out. He nodded, walking into George's surgery room. The brunette was mumbling something intelligible, watching the doctors unstrap him from the chair with hazy eyes. He looked up, seeing Clay and grinning as best he could through the gauze.

"Dreeeeee!" He squealed, pointing. Clay chuckled nervously, nodding.

"Oooookay, time to get you home." He helped George to his feet, watching him stumble and laugh for a moment at his own clumsiness. He was pretty far gone, anyone could tell, and once they had left the operating room Clay scooped him up, carrying him the rest of the way, bridal style.

"Yur... heh... boop!" George giggled, touching Clay's nose. The blond rolled his eyes playfully, grinning at how adorable the smaller male was. They got in the car, Clay helping George buckle up before starting the car to drive back to George's house.

"You." George was pointing at him, eyes unfocused, but with a hint of seriousness.

"Me?"

"You," the brunette repeated. "Cuuuu... te!" Clay was caught off guard, eyes widening. George thought he was cute?

"You're high, c'mon," Clay chuckled awkwardly, wheezing a bit. He pulled into George's driveway, parking and getting out of the car. George tried to stand up, but couldn't, since his seatbelt was still on. He quickly grew frustrated, letting out a loud whail.

"EEEEEEEEEEE-" Clay quickly unbuckled him, helping him up.

"Jesus, Gogy..." He shook his head, leading George into the house. The smaller man giggled, looking up at Clay with half-lidded eyes.

"Goooooogggggggyyyyyyy!" He laughed, head falling against the blond's chest. "Ohhh..." Clay dragged him to the couch, grabbing a cup of water and an ice pack before sitting down with a loopy George.

"Alright, here, drink slowly..." Clay tipped the water, letting George drink some. The brunette whined, leaning against Clay and curling up with a sigh. "Oh, George..." The taller sighed, getting comfortable before pulling George in closer, holding the ice pack against the cheek that wasn't pressed up against his chest.

"Mmph," George mumbled, curling into the younger streamer happily. Clay ran his fingers through George's hair comfortingly, letting him sleep peacefully. It was nice, just taking some time to lay on the couch with George, and Clay wished that it could happen more often. What could he say, the brunette had made quite the impression on him.

hope you enjoyed, more to come!