"there's my favorite white boy!"
little fanfic, dream x kris (my oc)
i just wanna, okay :')
"Nick!" Clay shouted from the kitchen, putting away dishes. "Is the bedroom ready for Kris?!"
"What?!" Nick replied, not having heard his friend.
Clay sighed, shaking his head. "IS THE ROOM READY FOR KRIS?!"
"WHAT?!" Nick shouted once more, earning a groan from Clay. He looked over, hearing George laughing outside of the kitchen.
"I'll ask him, don't worry," he spoke with a chuckle before walking off.
"Thanks Gogy," Clay replied, smiling as he shut one of the cabinets. He hummed as he inspected the kitchen, making sure everything was tidied up before walking into the living room. He tidied up the pillows and blankets, wanting everything to be perfect.
"He said the room's tidied up," George spoke once again, returning to the room.
"Great," Clay responded with a nod, running a hand through his hair. "When did Kris say they were gonna get here?"
"Uh, around 2, 2:15?"
"What time is it now?"
George pulled out his phone, checking the time. "2:10."
"Great, so they should be here soon," Clay spoke with a smile, rushing towards the door. George chuckled, following the taller male to the door.
"Excited much?" Nick asked, walking out of the room he was in, seeing Clay rushing towards the door. Clay ignored him, peeking out the window to see cars passing by, but none stopping.
"I don't know why he's so excited, it's just Kris," George said with a chuckle, walking up behind Clay.
"You shut up, ya little british fuck," Clay retorted, flipping George off.
"Yeah, yeah, they're your bestie," Nick joked with a smile, shaking his hands.
"Yeah, they basically are," Clay spoke, standing up. "I mean, I haven't seen them since like, what, I was in elementary school?" Clay sighed, letting out a laugh. "I'm just excited, okay? Fuck off."
Nick and George both looked at each other, chuckling. "Well uh, I think they just pulled up," Nick pointed out, gesturing out the window to a car pulling into the driveway of the house.
"THEY'RE HERE," Clay shouted with delight, rushing to the door. He pulled it open and rushed to the gate, opening them. He paused, seeing the door of the car open and Kris stepped out. Clay smiled happily, rushing over to them. "Kris!! God, I- I can't believe you're here!!!"
"Yeah," Kris spoke in a quiet voice, hugging Clay back for a moment before letting go. They stood in silence for a moment before looking up at Clay, a tired expression on their face. "Could you let go of me now?"
Clay frowned but nodded, reluctantly letting go of his friend. "Sorry- So! How- how was the drive? How've you been, is probably what I really should be asking! I mean, look at you!" He inspected his once bubbly and energetic friend, looking them up and down. They were a completely different person. Long, straight brunette hair. Fancy makeup. Minimalist clothes in muted colors. Where'd his rainbow wearing, short, colorful haired friend go?
"I've- I've been just fine," Kris replied, brushing strands of hair behind their ear. "How- how about you? I know you've been, streaming? That's what you do, right?"
"Yeah, I stream with my friends," Clay spoke with a smile, gesturing to the gates where his friends were coming out to the car.
"'Sup," Nick said with a nod, crossing his arms as he stood beside Clay.
"Hi," George added with a smile, waving at Kris. They nodded, a small, feigned smile on their face.
"Nice to meet you guys," they spoke with a nod, sticking their hand out to shake the boys hands. They shook Kris' hand, puzzled expressions on their faces.
"So uhm, do you need any help with your luggage?" Clay asked, watching Kris for a moment.
"No, I can get it," Kris responded as they walked over to their car, popping the trunk open. They grabbed their suitcases, setting them down. "Don't have much to bring in anyways." Clay nodded shortly as he watched Kris lock their car and walk off, confusion on his face.
"Wow," Nick spoke after a moment of silence. "They are not at all how you said they were."
"Yeah, they seem," George added, squinting his eyes as he thought for a moment. "Kind of boring, I guess? At least compared to what you've said about them."
"Yeah, I know," Clay said, glancing at the car. He sighed, heading back inside with Nick and George following him.
"So, guys," Clay spoke from his seat on the couch. "Did you know that Kris- that they went to med school a while back?"
George and Nick looked over at Kris, who flinched slightly. "Yeah, I uhm, I did go to a med school," she replied, nodding awkwardly. "I uh, I went so I could learn how to, like, work with medicine and- and stuff."
"That's cool," George spoke with a smile, crossing his arms. "Like, to work at a pharmacy?"
"Yeah, basically," she added, brushing strands of hair out of her face.
"Honestly though, I'm surprised you even went," Clay said with a chuckle, leaning back against the couch. He looked over to Nick, continuing to chuckle. "I mean, they said that they wanted to go to college for theatre," he added before looking back at Kris. "Wasn't med school what your parents wanted you to do?"
Kris nodded slowly, her body tense. "Well, a girl can change her mind," she muttered, staring down at her lap.
"OH- God, I'm sorry, have I been using the wrong pronouns?" Clay asked, chuckling. "Sorry, dude. It's just it's been a long time, I kind of forget to ask."
"Yes, I am- I am using she/her," she answered, clenching her fists. "Only she/her."
"Only she/her right now?"
"ONLY-" She started to shout, before exhaling and standing. "I think I'm going to go and unpack," she spoke slowly, walking out of the living room. The boys stood there in silence for a moment, looking at each other in confusion and awkwardness.
"Is- Is there something wrong with her?" Nick asked, looking over at Clay. "I mean, she seemed pretty pissed."
"Yeah, and she looked pretty uncomfortable the entire conversation," George added, hugging a leg to his chest.
"Yeah, I guess she did seem a bit tense," Clay replied, frowning. "And the whole comment about her pronouns? It's like she was so pissed about me using other pronouns."
Nick and George looked at each other, connecting the dots. Nick looked over and cleared his throat, getting Clay to shake himself from his thoughts. "Clay, do you think maybe there's something going on?" Nick said, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" The dirty blonde male asked, crossing his legs and resting his arms on his knees.
"Well, she tensed up when you referred to her by they/them pronouns," George spoke up, crossing his arms.
"And the whole thing about med school and what you said about how she used to want to go to college for theatre?" Nick said, keeping his gaze on Clay. "There's clearly something going on with her, at least family wise."
Clay paused, taking in the information. "You think- you think there was something going on in her family?"
"Or still is," Nick replied, nodding. "You said she is, or was, genderfluid, right?"
"Yeah?"
"So maybe, her parents, you know, didn't approve of it," George added on, "and now there's some sort of internalized homophobia?" Clay froze, thinking for a moment before the realization set in. He stood up, hands shaking. Nick and George tensed, seeing the panic on his face. "Clay? You- you okay?"
"I- I need a minute," he replied, walking out of the living room.