Hello! This is my first piece for this ship, and this fandom. I took @tonyxclayblog ’s prompt! There could be a part two, and if anyone wants one, I’d love to do one! I’m working on widening the sites my work will be found on, so expect some new links maybe sometime soon. Anyway: here’s my first work for Clony! PS: This was posted on mobile! Apologies for any mistakes!
In the aftermath of the tapes, the world seemed to start moving again, like it pressed play to hear the rest of the stories. Just like everyone who got the tapes did.
The trial was still going strong, but the school’s side seemed to get significantly weaker as the tapes were pulled into the equation. Everyone was recovering, some more than others.
It was just another day to Clay, though. A day where he’d try to move forward, where he’d try to think of her without crying. Well, as much as he usually would.
As he sat in the corner of Monet’s, sipping a lukewarm cup of hot chocolate, he thought about her sitting in the table that was in his direct line of sight, and for the first time he didn’t feel as though the world was weighing him down. He felt his lips curl into a small smile as he remembered her smiling instead of crying.
He glanced down to the cup, half full. He shook the mug slightly, watching as the liquid lapped at the sides of the blue mug.
Maybe it was that he had discovered a liking for someone else, maybe that was what was speeding up the process.
When he heard the door to Monet’s open, he glanced over. He’d been there for two hours, and barely anyone had come in, which was surprising for a Saturday. He found that it was Tony and Brad that entered, and he immediately looked away, hoping that the corner he was in was enough to hide him for the time being.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to them, it was rather that he didn’t want to hurt himself further.
He distanced himself upon realizing he had indeed grown feelings for Tony, and he had just assumed they were unrequited. He wanted time to let them die down, to allow a chance to talk to Tony without his heart pounding, and his temperature rising.
When he looked up, he noticed Tony was scanning the room as the two ordered. Clay frowned and slid further into the corner and turned away, trying to let his hoodie hide him from the view of everyone else. He was fixated on a stain on the table as he fought the urge to glance up. He’d rather have a clean getaway.
“Clay?” Tony’s voice was softer than usual, and without looking up he already knew Tony’s features were filled with concern.
He looked up and feigned a surprised glance. “Tony, hey. Brad, hey,” he greeted awkwardly, his tone wavered when he spoke and he silently prayed to get out as soon as possible. Tony smiled at him, and Brad shifted slightly, a sign that he really didn’t want to be talking to Clay at all.
“Do you want to join us?” Tony questioned, glancing back to Brad when he sighed. Clay blinked in surprise before sputtering out an answer.
“Uh, no, I can’t. I was actually just leaving, enjoy your date,” Clay responded, hoping that he didn’t sound nervous as he stood up, waving to the two. He pretended not to see Brad sigh in relief as he got up.
“Hey Clay, we can hang out later, yeah? I haven’t seen you around lately,” Tony pointed out. Clay awkwardly shrugged before turning around and bumping into the door. He quickly pushed it open and fled the scene.
He knew it probably looked bad, and that Tony was probably at least a little hurt by how desperate he was to leave, but he just wanted out. He didn’t need to watch as Brad glared when he thought he wasn’t looking, he didn’t need to watch them be together.
He was happy that Tony was happy, yes.
But that didn’t mean he had to watch them be happy together.
He left Monet’s only to find himself wandering to the path that they had ‘walked’ that day. They hadn’t returned since the last time, and it saddened them both that it’d been a while.
He took the easy dirt path this time, pulling his hoodie tighter around his body as a cold breeze sent a chill as he hiked. He felt his phone buzz, and silently groaned before reaching in his pocket to fish for his phone.
Everything okay honey?
Are you alright? You didn’t seem okay at Monet’s.
He typed a reply to his mom, but decided not to reply to Tony’s. Not at this moment. He finished the hike and arrived to the top of the boulder, sitting on the edge.
It seemed like everyone was moving on, and he was too, but it seemed like he was much further behind. After the confessions and the release of the tapes, the guilt seemed to ease from everyone, well, almost everyone. The better majority of the 13 seemed to move on, with only Clay really having a hard time. No one really knew about Justin anymore.
Clay grabbed a small pebble from the dirt and throw it as far over the edge as he could. In his mind it was his feelings for Tony, throw away, out of sight, out of mind. He scoffed, Oh how he wished that’s how it worked.
His phone buzzed again and quickly grabbed it and almost threw it in a spurt of anger, but quickly realized that it’d be hard to explain to his parents. He sighed at the caller, and muted it, sliding it back into his pocket. The phone buzzed multiple times, and he tried to ignore it.
Someone sat next to him as he squinted harder, trying to ignore the insistent buzz. He glanced to his side and flinched in surprise when it was Hannah. He hadn’t seen “her” in a while. She smiled softly and glanced to the buzzing pocket.
“You should really answer it,” she squinted against the harsh rays of the sun. “He cares about you, and it isn’t that fair to isolate him,” she glanced back to find him looking away. When he looked to her, she was gone.
“What the fuck is going on with me?” he whispered to himself, pushing himself up and dusting off his pants. Everything was getting to be too much. There was a period of everything being okay because his feelings were under control for once. But they weren’t anymore.
He was in love with Tony.
In response to that, he ignored Tony.
And that caused Tony to assume something was going on.
As he began his way back down, the buzzing had silenced. He reached for his phone, and as soon as he had it in hand, it began to buzz again. He answered.
“Clay? I called like eight times!” Tony greeted, a slight undertone of anger. Clay pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Actually it was eighteen times, Tony. I was doing something,” he replied, walking down the trail. He could hear Tony sigh.
“You’ve been ignoring me,” Tony stated, and Clay thought he could hear a clink of metal and assumed Tony was in his garage.
“Not ignoring you… just dealing with things on my own,” Clay replied, and he hoped the lie wasn’t that obvious. If it was, Tony didn’t take the bait.
“Clay Jensen working out things on his own? That sounds unheard of,” Tony joked, but there wasn’t the full sound to the laugh he gave.
“I’m sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you, I could come by and hang out for a little bit,” he hoped Tony would say he was busy, but he didn’t.
“Okay. I’ll see you in a little bit?” Tony sounded happier when he responded. Clay rubbed his head as if trying to soothe the spitting headache he had.
“Of course,” Clay replied, hanging up. He slid his phone back into his pocket and continued on down, until he reached the road.
Next stop: Tony’s house.
He rounded the corner and rode up Tony’s driveway, only to find Tony looking at the engine of his mustang. Upon hearing him arrive, Tony grabbed a rag and walked to greet him.
“The scar is healing nicely, Clay,” Tony remarked, smiling at him. Clay nodded.
“Yeah, yeah it is. So what’s up?” His headache was worse now, and he could barely think. Tony looked concerned.
“Is everything alright, Clay? You haven’t been yourself,” Tony noted as he moved back to his car. Clay laid his bike on the ground and took a seat on the driveway, watching Tony work.
“Just working through some stuff,” Clay replied shortly. His tone said, “Just drop it.” But Tony pressed further.
“Anything I can help with?” Tony cocked a brow as he glanced back to Clay. Clay shook his head and shrugged. At the response, Tony turned away, trying to stay calm. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Clay debated it.
He could tell him.
Maybe it would help him move on.
“It’s feelings, Tony. You don’t seem like the type of guy to really want to discuss those,” Clay remarked, leaning back on the driveway, soaking up the sun light. He hoped that if he had his eyes closed, he could ignore that it was Tony he was talking to. It was a vain attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.
“Feelings? Talk to me, man,” there was humor in Tony’s voice. Clay wrinkled his nose and tilted his head to look at Tony as he leaned against the car, a smirk pulled on his lips as he crossed his arms, awaiting more.
“Just I’ve liked this guy for a while, but he has eyes on someone else, and so I’m working on getting over him,” Clay chose his words carefully as he slowly explained to Tony. Tony seemed surprised that Clay had told him, as their relationship had been wishy-washy the past few weeks.
“Have you tried talking to him?” Tony inquired, taking a seat next to Clay on the driveway.
“No,” he responded. “He wouldn’t be interested in me, so I’ll silently let the feelings die,” Clay continued, looking to where Tony sat, appearing to be deep in thought.
“Maybe talking it out would be a good idea?” Tony finally replied, looking to Clay. “Let him know about your feelings, and try to explain that you don’t want to interfere?” Tony offered, shrugging. “That’s what I’d do,” Tony finished, watching as Clay shook his head before standing up, glancing at Tony for a long moment.
“I’m a ball of anxiety, I don’t think that’d go over well,” Clay replied, reaching for his bike. Tony sighed.
“I offered some help, man,” Tony shrugged and stood up moving towards the mustang. Clay pondered for a moment.
“Hey, Tony?” Tony looked towards Clay to find him staring.
“Yes, Clay?” Tony raised his eyebrows as he awaited the response.
“I’m in love with you, and I understand you’re in a relationship, and I don’t want to interfere. So I’m going to go.”
By the time Tony processed Clay’s words, and got over the initial shock, Clay was already gone.
Thank you for reading, and I’d love feedback! And maybe, I’ll take requests.