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George popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth and the salty taste melted in his mouth as the sounds from the television blew in his ears. He and his girlfriend were watching a series about two boys or something. He didn't care as he was more focused on eating the popcorn.

"Ew, nobody likes you Ben, shut up." George's girlfriend Daisy let out while grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it inside her mouth. A piece fell on George's lap, as she was resting on it with her head.

That reminded George of a food fight he had at his most recent party. What bothered George a bit is that that was over a month ago. He hasn't been to one in weeks. He missed the smell of alcohol and the getting drunk without any thinking. What he also missed what hooking up with all the random people he met there. But he has a girlfriend now; he can't say such things.

"No, don't do that!" She let out as if the people on the tv could hear her before hovering more onto George's lap.

"Yeah no, he's definitely gay."

Oh yeah, that word. He almost forgot he was a closeted bisexual, but nobody has to know that yet. Well, the only person that knows he is Karl. He trusts Karl with that information.

He didn't really have to know but George felt like telling somebody. It was quite a relief when he found out Karl accepted the way he is and toms him he's on the asexual spectrum himself.

Karl reminded him that he'll be his friend no matter what.

"Hm, I think the answer is B." Karl responded, "But I think it also could be C because—"

George wasn't listening one bit. He was questioning if he would tell Karl about being bi or not.

"Yes or no.. yes or no.." he thought "But I can tell him, right? He's not even homophobic. But what if he turned out to be homophobic and I lose one of my best friends? But he isn't. But that is what I think is true, what if he is."

"Nah, Karl said as he circled the letter. "Or do you really think it's B?"

"Karl," George said. He looked him dead in the eyes. "So it is B?" Karl asked "How could I be so stupid?" Karl aggressively scratched the paper with his pen and circled the letter B.

"No, it's not about that, Karl." George sighed and laughed a bit. "Oh." The curly-haired brunet let out.

"I'm uhm.." Just say it, George. "I'm uhm, I think I'm bisexual." George quickly said. "You're? OooOooOh, that." Karl laughed.

"I know."

"Wait what?"

"This show is a bit boring.." George said as he stood up, immediately earning a reaction from the girl.

"Oh, okay." She sat back down on the couch, hugging her stuffie.

"I'm going to take a shower, Dream will be back in a bit." Daisy pouted.

"Whelp, I'm going to steal one of your hoodies, bye." She said before she stood up and left quickly to go to the bedroom.

"Don't steal the blue one!" George shouted from the living room.

George sighed before going into the bathroom to have a nice warm shower.

"Hey, what's upppp?" A raven-haired guy with a beanie said, slurring at the 'p'. Dream scoffed, 'That guy must be drunk out of his mind.' He thought.

"Nothing much, got bored so I thought I'd check this place out." Dream said, looking around. His eyes scanned the room. Random people were making out and some were showing each other pills. People were blackout drunk, and some people were antisocially in the corner with a drink in their hand.

"Ay, where's yo man's at?" He slurred a bit again, almost stumbling over his own feet.

"Huh?" Dream hummed. The shorter male tilted his head, still making eye contact with Dream. Oh, George.

"He's at our dorm, he's staying in."

"Oh yeah, I forgot he locked it down with some chick." He laughed while taking a sip from his drink.

"Hey, I gotta go back to Will. He said he'd make a good-@ss drink if I finish this one." Alex turned on his heels and left while stumbling. Little did Alex know that Will was going to make him drink water without his knowledge.

"Okay.." Dream said.

"Daisy," George groaned as he came back from the shower with a baggy shirt and a towel around his waist. "What did I say?"

"Dude, it's purple, you said blue." She grinned as she pulled the covers over her torso. "Whatever," George said as he angrily plopped down onto Dream's bed that was on the opposite side of the room.

"I'm sorryyy," Daisy said "I didn't know you meant this one." She stood up and sat down next to George on the bed and looked him in the eyes.

"Look, I didn't know. And describing things with color while being colorblind is also a little stupid." She laughed softly. "I'll take it off?"

George's eyebrows lifted.

"Oh?" He laughed, thinking she was joking.

She slid off the purple hoodie slowly, revealing her in just her bra.

"Here." Daisy threw the piece of clothing at George, missing and it falling behind George on the pillow.

She giggled and grabbed the hoodie to have a second try at throwing but instead got really close to George's face. She smiled and whispered,

"Can I?" George replied with a hum.

They slowly pressed their lips together, closing the gap between them. Daisy's grip softened on the cloth as George cupped her face in the kiss.

"Yeah, it's about time you also get yourself a partner, Alex." Dream chuckled, patting Alex's head to tease his height.

"Nah, I'm good." He replied, taking a sip of his cup. "Hmm, this drink is so good!"

His tongue slipped in as she invited him into her mouth. They could smell each other's rosy cologne and sweet perfume.

Their hearts were beating faster than the speed of light. Both were fighting for dominance until he gave up and let her take the lead and explore him. They parted mutually to breathe but quickly went back. Hungry for the taste of one another's lips.

"Hey, Dream~ wanna take shots with me?" A sudden voice asked. It was a blonde girl with brown roots. Not her.

"Oh hey, Julianna."

"Oh, you can call me Julie." She twirled a strand of her hair with one finger. "So wanna take shots?"

"Uhm nah, I'm not feeling alcohol today." He gave a forced smile to her. "Maybe next time?"

"Damn you're boring, Alex?" She asked, letting loose of her strand hair. "Definitely." He answered before walking away with her. That is not gonna go well.

Dream walked around for a bit to just realized this party was really boring. The music wasn't to his taste, everyone already ran off to fuck each other or blacked out. And all the people left are just boring virgins on their phones.

"Hey, I'm out!" He yelled to Alex but he was too drunk and high out of his mind so he didn't reply. Dream left it for what it was and left the house. He hopped in his red car and drove back to campus.

"I'm hooomeee~" Dream said with a sarcastic seducing tone. He dropped his bag on the floor and hung his jacket on the coat rack. Then he saw the tv was still on and there was popcorn all over the floor and the couch.

"What the.." Could George ever clean up after himself?

He went to go to the bedroom to see if he was there. But he wished he f*cking didn't. He opened the bedroom door with slight creaky noises. Oh, he will never forget what he saw.

George and his girlfriend are on Dream's bed. The girl was just in her bra and George was in his boxers.

Sure, he had seen George in his boxers before. But under these circumstances, it's not something good.

They both had multiple marks on their torsos. God knows what they did on his bed. They were sleeping peacefully while half on top of each other. Where was he supposed to sleep now?

He ended up taking a shower and putting on some sweats before plopping down onto George's bed. Eww, god knows what they also did on George's bed.

The thought grossed him out but he had nowhere else to go since the couch was dirty and all his other friends were either at the party or asleep.

George groaned as he woke up which caused Daisy also wake up.

"Jesus Christ." She said softly as she whined because George was moving so much. "Why do you both talk in your sleep, it's deadass annoying." She fake cried and whined, rubbing the dark bags under her eyes.

George rubbed his eyes groggily.

"Wait, both?" He asked himself. He turned his head to see Dream on his phone. He was also topless and wore sweatpants.

He looked at Daisy who was trying to find something in George's closet. You could see the dark red hickeys that easily were marked on her skin.

"George, this was a bad idea, These things take days, maybe more than a week to fade away." She made a fake pout as she looked at herself in the mirror placed in the closet. She took out a shirt that was even too big for George. "Eh, that'll do." She put the shirt on and made two thumbs up to George.

"Is that mine?" Dream asked, "It looks like that one white shirt of mine."

"I dunno, it was in George's closet." She answered.

"Wait, Daisy, turn around." She did what he asked and turned to Dream. He recognized the print. "Oh, yep, that's mine."

"Oh.. you mind?" She asked which made George a little green of jealousy that she still wanted to wear it.

"Not really." He said, lifting his shoulders.

She mumbled an 'okay.' before leaving the room, going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Okay, so what the f*ck did you guys do on my bed!?" Dream asked, slightly angered.

George turned bright red, getting a clear flashback of yesterday night. "Nothing— we didn't do anything at all, you nimrod."

"Then what is on your neck, Georgie?" He said, smirking at the brunet. George found it insufferable.

"Geeoorggeee." The tall blond whined. "Why on my bed, just why?" He said with a sarcastic sad tone.

"I—I don't know," George answered. He wanted to say sorry but that was just a word to him.

"I guess it just happened.."

Dream stopped whining and looked at George with a sly smirk.

"So you guys did f*ck?"

"DREAM," George yelled before flinging his pillow at him, missing his face by just an inch. "Stop.. no we didn't." He whined as he lay back down on his bed.

"Oh, come on." Dream said, "It's just S-E-X." He spelled teasingly.

"We only made out, okay? No sex." George groaned in annoyance.

"Gotta say, can't relate." Dream chuckled.
"I get a lot of bitches."

"You sure do, buddy."

"STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR LIVES AND COME TO EAT YOUR BREAKFASTS!" Daisy yelled from the living room.

"WHAT DID YOU MAKE?" George yelled back. "PANCAKES." They both got out of bed and sprinted to the living room.

George was already out of breath but Dream was perfectly fine. They made their few steps to the living room to find three plates with some of the pancakes.

"Y'all are broke as hell." She said as she placed down forks and knifes next to the plates. "You just have cup noodles and spaghetti."

"Thankfully, I could use the stuff that I brought with me." She smiled.

"Okay eat up, f*ckers."

The boys happily smiled and took a bit of their pancakes.

"Hey~," Daisy joked as she sat down next to George. "How do the pancakes taste?" She said as she took a bit of her plate of pancakes.

"They're nice, Dais." George said. "You should come over more often, last night was fun."

Dream choked on his pancake as Daisy turned red.

"I—I uhm—oh- okay-

I.." she swallowed her words.

"What is—? OH, no.. I mean like watching the series and.. I didn't mean that. Not that that wasn't nice— it was really-" George's mutters got quieter and quieter after each word.

Daisy laughed at George.

"Okay, we know now, George." She laid a hand on George's shoulder.

Dream stared at the both of them while eating his pancakes.

"Anyways class starts in a bit, hurry up!"

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"Dude, why weren't you there last night?" Alex asked as he sat down next to George. "Gotta be honest, man, you missed out."

"Don't rub it in my face, Alex." George scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I had a movie night with my GIRLFRIEND. You should get one yourself."

"Why does everyone keep telling me that.." Alex fake cried and pouted. He cupped his face while resting his elbow on his thigh. "I'm not interested in girls."

George whistled. "So you go the other way, aye?" He smirked lopsided. Alex's eyes widened and stared at George for about two seconds.
"What? I— NO, NOT LIKE THAT I MEAN—"
Alex went on a rant about how he's very straight and very interested in girls.. but Obama... no, girls.. just girls, but not at the moment.

George didn't even listen one bit and rolled his eyes.
"I get it, I get it, Alex, you're not gay, blablabla."

"Didn't you want to become a lawyer anyways? Then why go out and drink and do drugs?" George asked.

"Because I can, man!"
George scoffed at Alex.

"What do you mean 'Because I can.', you can't." George flicked Alex's forehead. Alex gasped in return.
"You're a sophomore."

"Come on.." Alex said, "You also started drinking in sophomore year all the way to your senior year." George rolled his eyes.

"That is different, you nimrod." He mumbled his reply.

"Well, until you suddenly stopped showing up to the parties around a month ago." Alex scoffed and also rolled his eyes, mocking George.

"You're lame."

"Don't remind me. Not that I'm lame but that—" George said. Suddenly a raven-haired boy walked up to them.

"Hey, Alex, my mannnn~" The boy laughed as they did their handshake. "How's it going, 'd you get laid last night."

"No," Alex made a disgusted face, "Not at all."

George laughed at Alex's expression.

"Did you?" George asked tauntingly with a smirk.

"Not like I'm gonna tell you." Even when he was high out of his mind, the raven never told George anything like that.

Alex was just laughing, his beanie almost falling off his head.

*buzz* *buzz*

"JESUS F*CKING CHRIST," Alex yelled out as he was still holding on to the beanie on his head.

"Hey!" An old woman said as she walked passed Alex. "Sorry miss Andersoonnnn." Alex rolled his eyes while apologizing.

"Walk with me to History class so I know you will be attending to it." She said sternly. "Yeah, yeah, I won't skip." Alex stood up and followed Miss Anderson like a baby duck following its mother.

"So how was your weekend, Gogs?" The raven asked.

"Don't you have class or something..?" George asked. His relationship with the raven is quite strange so to say. The raven is always annoyed with him, yet he stays around.

"Nah, I have the first period free."
"Then why bother coming?" George asked.
"Because I have nothing to do at home and I want to see my friends."

"And I got a B- on my test last Friday, trust me, you don't want to be me now."

George looked at Sapnap with a confused look.

"Well, uhm, I do have class so I got to go, bye," George said as he stood up from the bench and tried to leave.

"We can walk and talk." Sapnap offered as he quickly caught up with George.
"So how's the girlfriend??" Sapnap asked, trying to start a conversation. "What was her name.."

"You can guess." George laughed. As he took a turn and went down the hallway.
"Oh.. her name was.. Macy? No, not that uhm.. Jacy? Nah, definitely not. Stacy? No, no."

"Daisy." George let out.

"Ugh, I was about to say that!" Sapnap said. "I knew it."

"Yeah sure Sapnap," George said and Sapnap almost tripped over nothing but air. "Are you still hangover from the party? You can't even walk."

"About the party. I swear to god, that man was about to get laid but no, he declined. And it was this hot girl." Sapnap laughed, almost stumbling over nothing again. George suspects he's still a bit high, but he always acts very giddy. Especially with his friend Karl, but he's nowhere to be found.

"Go on," George said. Dream and a girl? Dream never talked about any girl.

"So she went up to him, like made the first move, and asked him to do shots with her." Sapnap explained, "But then he was like nooo I don't feel like it. Like man, he's been single for a majority of his life, he doesn't live it to its peak."

George hummed in response.
"You're sobering up, you didn't slur once in that sentence."

"You might know that chick. Her name is like, Anjule, Julan, Julian.. uhm."

"Julianna? She's in my history class." George said. "Girl with the short blonde waves, right?"
"Mhm." Sapnap hummed in response. "Julianna is DEFINITELY into him."

Sapnap put his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. George heard the sound of what seemed to be a small plastic bag.

"What do you have in your pocket?" George asked, Sapnap shrugged.
"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Sapnap.." George let out.
"Is it what I think it is?" He asked as he stopped walking.

"No, I mean— what? I don't know what you think, I'm not a mind reader!" Sapnap said angrily.

George looked up at Sapnap weirdly. "Sapnap, are you high?" George asked while holding eye contact with him.

"What?!?!? Noohww." Sapnap said, slurring at the end.
George furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Sapnap. "Sapnap."

Sapnap tried to avoid George's eye contact but as much as he tried he still felt the weird feeling that George is staring. He took a sigh.

"Okay fine! Just a little.. I just smoked something, okay?? It's not illegal, calm down."

"Sapnap!" George whispered in an angry tone. "We're in school!"

"Don't you have to go to your class..?"
Sapnap asked, trying to get out of the situation.

"Okay fine, you get away with it this once!" George said while putting his finger up. "Next time I'll report you to the principal or something!" George let out.

"We both know you're never going to do that anyway." Sapnap scoffed. "Five bucks, keep your mouth shut," Sapnap said when he grabbed a five-dollar bill out of his pocket. George flicked with the finger he put up in the air right at Sapnap's chest.

"Okay fine, bye," George said as he took the bill; it's easy money.
"See you at lunch break!" George exclaimed but Sapnap suddenly ran away.
"Okay??" George thought out loud.

*buzz*

"George." A deep monotone voice let out. George got startled and quickly turned around to realize Mr. Blade is standing behind him in the doorframe.
"Are you going to explain how the Dark Ages ended with the start of the Renaissance?"

George shrugged. "No, sir." He said quietly. "I didn't think so, and tell your friend he's got detention for using.. substances in school."

"Well, Technically, he didn't really use it in school.." George thought out loud again.

"Technically you're late since you haven't entered the classroom today before the buzzer." Mr. Blade responded with a disapproving look.

"Nevermind.." George said quietly while entering the classroom past Mr. Blade. He swept his long braided old pink hair behind him and started the lesson.

"So people started caring less about life after death.." Mr. Blade said as he continued. George placed his books on the tables and sat down on the cold seat. Then he opened his notebook and started making kindergarten-ish cat drawings inside.

"I need you all to write an essay about it.." Mr. Blade said as he looked at the board. "The assignment is due on the 13th of October." He said as he wrote it down in red on the board.

The whole class groaned.

"Jesus Christ." A blonde girl with short curly hair let out. "We just get two weeks?!"
"Well, Johanna," He spoke. "I could make it one week."
The whole class groaned again. George was just scribbling cats in his notebook.

"It's Julianna, sir." The girl said.
George looks up, recognizing the name. He forgot about her existence.

"Okay, Ju lee yannah." Mr. Blade said in a teasing tone. "Let's make it a week for you since you like to complain so much."
Julianna scoffed. "But sir—"
She crossed her arms. "That's not fair! I should get the two weeks everyone's getting."

"Life is not fair." He responded. "Just a minute ago you were complaining about the two weeks you now want so bad."
Suddenly the bell rang and everyone stood up and left like nothing happened.
"Guess you can't do anything about it now." He grinned. "Well, folks, see you next week. The homework is on page 29 to 32. Do it or don't, I assign it because it will help with the paper you're writing."

Julianna groaned in frustration and stormed out of the classroom. George gave the girl a weird look as he packs his bags and also left.

"Woah," George thought. "That Julianna girl turned out to be a bigger bitch than I thought."

He walked through the halls and he sees the blonde girl, standing by Dream and Sapnap while softly twirling her hair around her fingers. Dream didn't seem to care while she was talking to him, he was busy grabbing things out of his locker.
"What an attention seeker." George thought as he walked up to them.

"Hey, Dream!" George hugged Dream while he shoots Sapnap a sarcastic-mad glare before he shoots Julianna a real one.

Dream was rather confused. He never hugged him, never in public at least.
"Oh hi, George."

"Wow," Sapnap let out while putting his fist on his chest. "You're just ignoring me like that? When do I get a hug?" He asked while making grabby hands and pouting his lips.

George heard Julianna let out a scoff in annoyance and George let go of Dream. "Dream, we should go, our computer science class starts in ten." George told Dream while sneakily glancing disapprovingly at Julianna.

"Sure." Dream answered as he shoved his books inside his bag "Me too, I'm also in the same class." Sapnap said as Dream slammed his locker shut and walked away with George, Sapnap following.

"But I wa-wanted to ask if you—" Julianna stuttered out but Dream was long gone with George and Sapnap. "Ugh!" She groaned as she left.

"What's up with you?" Dream asked he laughed.

"Someone is jealous," Sapnap said and smirked.

"What?! No, it looked like she bothered you." George said as he scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah~," Sapnap said teasingly.

"Shut up, you're high and you have detention after school," George said as he laughed and took a turn, the remaining boys following like lost dogs.

"No I don't," Sapnap replied with a scoff.
"Mr. Blade overheard our conversation and you have detention after school," George said calmly while Dream wheezed.

"What! Man, that's not fair!" Sapnap yelled out as they arrived at their classroom.

"What's not fair?" A voice said. A dark-haired girl was standing at the doorframe. "Did you get in trouble, again?" She asked.

"Not me, Sapnap got high and Mr. Blade heard." George said as he walked up to her, Sapnap following. "He sucks!" Sapnap pouted.

"Oh come on, he's not that bad." She says "He gives great Arts & Crafts lessons, not the mention the amazing stories he tells during History." Sapnap and George walked away with Daisy.

"Dream?" She asked. Dream, who seemingly had zoned out, looked up and also followed the small group.

I was grabbing my books when I suddenly hear the annoying presence of a certain someone.
"Hey, Dreammmm~" She smiled brightly. I don't like her at all but I don't feel like telling her.

"Hey, Julie," I responded with a forced smile. She won't leave me alone and keeps trying to ask me out. I don't feel like rejecting her any time soon, though.
"So, do you w—"

"DREAM AYO HEYYY!" A much louder voice yelled with noisy footsteps following. "No yelled or running in the hallways." A teacher yelled.
"Yes, da— Mr. Halo." He replied.
Sapnap. Julianna rolled her eyes.

"It must be so embarrassing to have your fathers working at school, not to mention they're gay." She said with a disapproving look. "It's not that bad." Sapnap shrugged.

"Yeah, sure. I would've died already." She said. "Okay so Dream, I was wondering
if—"

"Hey, Dream!" George walked up and hugged me tightly as he shot Sapnap a weird glare. The number of butterflies that fluttered in my stomach was ginormous.

He never hugs me in public.

"Oh hi, George." I smile at him.
"Wow," I hear Sapnap say with a sad voice "You're just ignoring me like that? When do I get a hug?"

I heard Julianna scoff and George let go of me. I instantly missed the warmth of his arms and chest around me.

"Dream, we should go, our computer science class starts in ten." George said to me while side-eying Julianna.

"Sure," I answered as I put my books inside my bag.
"Me too, I'm also in the same class," Sapnap muttered as I slammed my locker shut and walked away with George, Sapnap following. We quickly walked away from Julianna while I hear her trying to ask a question I don't care about and my answer would've probably been no.

"What's up with you?" I asked I laugh. "Someone is jealous," Sapnap said and smirked. Wait? Could he be??
"What?! No, it looked like she bothered you." George said as he scoffed. "Yeah, yeah~," Sapnap said teasingly. Sapnap is the only one who knows I like George, like like-like him. It has been like that for the past 4 years. I realized I liked him quite a while ago.

I never really took the time before to realize it. Coming out to myself and accepting I also liked guys was the hard part, harder than saying it to anyone else.

Eventually, I did come out to George around a year ago. He accepted me for me. But I could never tell him I have liked him for all these years. Because after all, he's straight.

I have also been going to a lot of parties these past few years. I try to hook up with girls to cover up the fact that I might have a bigger preference for guys. But maybe if I try hard enough I'd be straight. That way I don't have to come out to my family. I don't want to disappoint them.

All my life I've been told I should like girls, so why is it so difficult to do so?

"Mr. Blade overheard our conversation and you have detention after school," George said calmly while I wheezed out a long laugh. Sapnap getting into trouble is rare since he almost always gets away with it because his dads are teachers at our school and they are befriended by the principal. But nobody can convince Mr. Blade to change his mind.
"What! Man, that's not fair!" Sapnap yelled out as we arrived at our classroom.

"What's not fair?" A voice said. Daisy was standing at the doorframe. "Did you get in trouble, again?" She asked George.
"Not me, Sapnap smokes a blunt, and Mr. Blade heard," George said as he walked up to her, Sapnap following while I just stood there.

"He sucks!" Sapnap pouted.

"Oh come on, he's not that bad." She says "He gives great Arts & Crafts lessons, not the mention the amazing stories he tells during History." Sapnap and George walked away with Daisy, leaving me behind.

"Dream?" She asked. I looked up and also followed them as she rambled about every teacher. She picked out a table that was at the front of the teacher's desk.

"Oh, we're going to sit at the front?" I asked her. "That is if you want to." She asked me. "I prefer sitting at the back," I tell her.
"Oh okay, then we'll go to the back." She said as she grabbed her back that was on the table.

"Okay," I responded as I went to the back and Sapnap followed me.
"I'll stay here with Daisy, you guys can go sit in the back." I hear George say.
"You don't have to," Daisy responded. "But I want to." George leaned in her face.

I sit down at the desks that were in the back, in the same row as where George and Daisy were.
"Ehem." I hear someone say as they both got startled and quickly sat down.

"Class," The old man said. "As you might know Mrs. Puffy is sick."

"Oh, nice." A student at the front let out.

"Oh no, don't think y'all are free now. Since you all like to party and ignore studying this class's average grade is a C-." He stared all the students in the eyes.

"So you all must use this time to study."
The class let out groans and everyone was mad. I don't know what this man thinks but I'm not going to study today.

"And I will be back in a bit to check on you all, alright kiddos?"
"Yes, principal Philza." The class and I said in unison and he smiled proudly before leaving the classroom.

I watched as George and his girlfriend were having a good time appreciating each other's company. They were laughing and comparing the answers of their homework.

"I hate that Daisy girl," I muttered under my breath as I hold my head with my right hand.

"I mean— she's not that bad, I guess." He said as he looked at the both of them and then went back to his notebook.

"Oh and Karl asked me to go out to skate with him, you should come!" She said to George out loud.

"Okay, never mind." Sapnap let out fast.
Sapnap had quite a big obsession with the curly brown-haired boy Karl. But he was just so much of a wuss to confess while he likes Sapnap back.

"Bro what—?! How did you have that as an answer?!" She whisper-screamed from her seat to George.

"Oh, you did not just 'bro' me." He asked her.
"Oh, I might've." She responds while grinning.

"I wanna ruin her.." I muttered again.

"What—" Sapnap said confused.

"No— not like that you dirty f*ck, I want to ruin her life or their relationship."

"Why?" Sapnap asked. I scoffed in return.
"You know why," I responded.

"I don't know, he seems happy with Daisy." Sapnap pointed at the smiling 'couple'.

I swallowed.

He should be happy with me, only me.

"You said you hate her too, why don't you help me?" I asked him.

Sapnap gave him a weird look.
"I don't necessarily like her, yeah, but to do that is a little too much."

"Sap, I've had a crush on him since secondary school." I started as I looked at them again, almost seeing green. They were laughing around as they drew things on each other's notebooks.

"Then suddenly she shows up and he's head over heels for her." I look back at them as they're laughing their butts off.

It's not fair.

"I mean, then you should've confessed sooner like I told you to," Sapnap responded. "It's too late now, you can't do anything about it."

"I was planning on it this year. Plus, who says I can't do anything about it?"

"Me, I did, you can't just ruin their relationship," Sapnap exclaimed, I quickly shush him before anyone could hear.

"Why can't I? Anything for George, I'd do anything he wants."

"I'm not sure he'd want that," Sapnap stated.

"I know what's good for him." Dream chuckled as he looked at them again.
"And that's not her."

"All the good girls go to hell.
'Cause even God herself has enemies.
And once the water starts to rise
and heaven's out of sight.
She'll want the devil on her team..
My Lucifer is lonely."

*ring*

"Dream, please don't try shit, okay?"
Sapnap tried to convince Dream, but he was already in his big bubble.

"Since when did you care about her?"

"Clay." Sapnap let out. "Don't."

"I'd thought you'd hate her after you heard Karl asked her out." Dream smirked as he grabbed his bag. He looked back at the tables in front of them, but no George nor Daisy to be found.

"Karl didn't ask her out, it was probably just platonic. Plus she asked George to go with her so it wouldn't be a date anyways."

"You're naive, Sap, you know that?" Dream chuckled.

"Let's just go to chemistry, man," Sapnap replied as he pulled the white beanie with a fire printed on it further over his head.

*buzz*

"Today we are working in pairs again.." Mr. Halo said as he walks around the classroom while explaining the reason for a certain chemical reaction. His assistant, Skeppy, standing next to him while staring at him hole he walks around the classroom. He didn't like to be called by his last name or Mr. Skeppy so he just had his first name on his name tag.

The dream didn't listen and instead stared at the couple in front of him. Usually, Dream would be working together with George but today he decided to go sit with Daisy since her partner called in sick.

George and Daisy were holding hands under the table as they sat on the high stools. George was left-handed and Daisy was right-handed so it worked out perfectly.

They worked out perfectly..

"So, you pour the liquid carefully into the other tube. Then it should— Skeppy, you cute idiot, I said carefully!" Mr. Halo yelled as Skeppy was trying to show the class how to pour the liquid. The whole class bursts out in laughter as Sapnap drops his head into both of his arms, embarrassed.

"Gay!" Some students yelled, sort of ruining the mood.
"I mean yeah—" Skeppy let out.

[💀]

"Okay, now you know how to do that." Mr. Halo sighed. "Shake it with the cap on and pour a droplet on the piece of glass. After you've done that you fill in your worksheet."

"Oh my god, careful George!!" Daisy screamed silently. "That's what you said last night when we were—"

"What-" Daisy's mouth fell wide open. "Oh my lord, George, you big, virgin boy."

"I'm sure big," George said as he rolled his eyes sassily. "GEORGE. you can't be saying such things!" She pushed George playfully but he almost dropped both tubes. They started laughing out of nowhere.

"Okay, now pour it on that thing." She said while still half laughing.

"Dude, are you going to write that down or not?" A sudden voice asked. Dream turned his head to see Sapnap. "Jesus Christ, you're obsessed with them or something!"
"Shut up." Dream replied.
"Okay so write down that tube one.."

Daisy was laughing hysterically again.
"What's wrong?" George asked and Daisy pointed at something on the worksheet.
"What color did the liquid change to?" George read out loud and scoffed.

"So yeah, to what color did the liquid change huh? George, would you like to answer that?" She asked teasingly.
"You're such an idiot! To red? I don't know!" George fake cried on his sleeve.

"Almost! It was magenta." She snickered.
"You're so annoying, Daisy," George said with a frown.

"Magenta is stupid." George let out.

"You know you love me~" she responded with a grin.
"I know, I do~" He replied as he leaned in her face.

"HEY! NO KISSING IN MY CLASSROOM!" Skeppy let out angrily with his pointer finger pointing to the roof. The two students got startled again and quickly went back to their papers.

"Skeppy.. let them be, and it's not your classroom, dear." Mr. Halo sighed with a smile.

"Dream, you exactly wrote nothing down." Sapnap let out. "And stop staring at them like a creep!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Dream said. They weren't doing anything romantic anymore so it's fine. They stopped holding hands when they got startled by the teacher's assistant so he's happy.

Then slowly, a hand intertwined with another under the desk. George and Daisy smiled at each other.

"Fuck." Dream thought.

Chapter Text

"Oh my god, Dream, you suck so much at this game!" George yelled out to Dream even though he was sitting next to him on a bench in the hallway. Class was starting soon, and they looked like first years, sitting on a bench and playing video games, but oh well.

"George, stop it. You act like you're a god at this game." Dream said,
"I'm way better than you at everything else."

George scoffed and rolled his eyes at Dream.

"No, I am a god at this; I am the GOAT. And you suck! You like sucking so much, don't you, Dream?"

Dream flushed a crimson red color and let out a scoff.
"What- George, oh my god—"

"Morning!" Daisy said as she walked past George with a short, blonde girl. George said a quick 'hey' back before going back to staring at his phone screen.

"Wait.." George stopped and looked back at the two girls. They were heading to Daisy's locker, it seems.

The girl Daisy was walking with turned out to be none other than Julianna, that little—
Julianna turned her head while walking and looked in a very specific direction. He tried to look in the same direction as Julianna, just to see his best friend, Dream. His eyes were fixated on the game they were playing on their phones.

Oh yeah, Julianna had a crush on Dream, he forgot. He wishes he did honestly.
It made George sick in the stomach cause it's disgusting.

Julianna was not the right girl for Dream.
Dream is crazy but not crazy enough to date someone like Julianna. And George would know since she's in almost all of his classes. She is just weird. She would play the minion girl of that one popular girl in a movie. She acts like the Gretchen Wieners of Patchington High.

"But it doesn't really matter," George thinks in his head. "As long as she doesn't get with Dream, that's not my problem."

*buzz* *buzz*

"Or she is—" George gave Julianna a fake smile as he saw Daisy walking up with Julianna to the table he and Dream always sat at.
"Heyyy!" Daisy greeted and gave a small wave.

Julianna smiled at Dream and forced out a giggle while covering her mouth with her sweater paws. They both sat down, Daisy still talking about some crazy story.

Dream seemed to have caught the gaze of Julianna but it didn't seem to bother him as much as it did to George, his eyes darting back to his phone.

"Oh, I forgot my book in my locker. George, can you come with me to get it?" Daisy asked, no more like demanded. She tilted her head slightly and blinked several times. A slight grin on her face said everything but George didn't know what the hell that meant.

"Uhm.. okay," George responded. Why can't she just get it herself?

As soon as they walked out of the classroom George got pushed onto a locker block by Daisy. Her right hand was on his chest, pushing lightly while her nose was almost touching George's.

"Okay so, Julie has a huge crush on Dream so I'm trying to help her." She let go of George and pulled a black lock of hair behind her ear.

"Okay," George acknowledged.
"But what does that have to do with me?"

Daisy sighed as she slightly palmed the right side of her face.

"Aren't you like Dream's bestie? You can help."
George scoffed at her words, 'bestie', that sounds ridiculous.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" George asked, looking back into the classroom through the window that was next to the locker block.

"Set them up or something? Plan a double date?" Daisy suggested and George shrugged in return. She looked to her right and so George followed and saw the teacher talking to a student.

"You know what, let's go back before the teacher arrives." With that, Daisy pulled George back into the classroom.

I watched as Daisy pulled George out of the classroom. As soon as they were out of sight, I heard a loud bang.

"What could that sound be?" I thought as I replayed the banging sound in my head.
"Could they be making out or something? No, oh no, ew no." I thought to myself and shook my head in disgust.

Suddenly, I get a tap on my shoulder from the girl that sits across me.

"Hey, what's your mind on?" The blonde girl said. She had been staring at me earlier and it was quite awkward... but I decided not to show it. I mean I tried, so I hoped it didn't show.

"Oh, it's not— not really important," I muttered with a laugh to brush it off. "It's none of her business but okay." I thought to myself as I looked at my hands and fidgeted with them.

"Are you good at arts and crafts?" She asked as she gave me some sort of sympathetic look, blinking every three seconds as she stared back at me.

"I'd say I'm alright." I laughed back awkwardly and she giggled in return.
"What about you? Are you good at this subject?" I asked back. It already became painfully obvious she wanted to start a conversation with me so I had to give in before things were getting awkward. Not that it wasn't already, but still.

"I think I'm alright too, Dream." She knows my name, that's creepy. I mean I know her name too because we are in two of the same classes. Okay— maybe it's not that weird. I ran my hand through my hair and pulled my beanie off before there would be any trouble.

"I like.. your hair." She commented. I honestly couldn't care less.

"Thanks," I replied dryly. I tried not to look into her eyes but her gaze was luring me to look back. Light blue eyes meet mine and she brushes a piece of hair behind her ear.
"I.. like your hair too. All the waves and stuff.."

Good move, Dream. Amazing.

I thought starting a conversation would be less awkward but I never had a more awkward conversation than this.
Luckily, George and Daisy walked in.
I gave George a stare and widened my eyes for a second, hinting a 'dude wtf', while noticing Daisy did not even return with her book that was 'missing'.
George pulled his mouth into a straight line and blinked an 'I don't know, man' before almost walking up to sit back down next to me, but getting pulled back by Daisy.

"Controlling much?" I thought.

"Julianna, Can you sit with Dream? I want to sit with my boyfriend, you know?"

As if she was rubbing it in my face. "BoYfRiEnD." Dream mocked in his head.

"Okay!" Julianna said excitedly and immediately jumped off her seat.

"If Dream doesn't mind?" Daisy reassured me, and I shook my head, feeling my hair bounce around.

"Of course I do." I thought in my head again. Why do people say both 'I do mind' and 'I don't mind' as in a yes. It's confusing. I prefer sitting next to George than whoever this girl thinks she is.

The teacher walked into the classroom.
"Hello students, today we will paint something abstract. If you don't know what that means read the text on page 66. We'll work on this project this lesson and next lesson so don't waste your time talking. I also want a two hundred words minimum description about why you choose to paint your painting the way you did." She explained, readjusting her red glasses.

"Ooh, I love painting," Daisy whispered excitedly.
Of course, you do, Daisy.
Then suddenly, Daisy shot a question.

"So, George are you busy on Saturday?"

George was probably searching for page 66 and was disrupted in his thoughts by Daisy's question.

"Oh, uhm, Saturday? Yeah, I'm going to-"

Daisy closed her eyes for a split second and opened them with a death stare. If looks could kill..

"Bossing George around, I see," I say to myself.

"No-! Nevermind.. I've got nothing to do!" George smiled widely, which was most likely fake.

"Okay, cool. I think we can go to the beach, ya know the restaurant there too?"

George nodded with a smile while being back to focus on the opened book that laid in front of him.

"Did I just witness George getting asked out, ew." I thought in my head. I would've said it out loud if I had the balls to do so.

"Oh, You guys can come too, if you guys are free too?" She asked.

"She is so setting me up with that girl." I thought as I looked at Julianna.
"But I guess it can be fun to go to the beach with George." I sighed in defeat, not wanting to go on this 'double date' but wanting to spend time with George.

"So?" Daisy asked again.

"I don't have anything to do Saturday, so okay." After I replied, the table went silent.

"So how was the rest of your day George?" Daisy asked as she sat down on the couch next to him. Her energy gave up and she just landed on George.

"Ouch! You're heavy Daisy!" George screamed out, trying to push Daisy off him.

"Jesus Christ, calm down." She said as she laid her head on his lap with her feet in the air. "By the way, we meet Karl at five."

"Pm?" George asked and Daisy scoffed in return.

"Duh, what else? AM? We are going at five AM in the morning?" She replied laughing.

George scoffed and rolled his eyes sarcastically, sitting up properly so he could pull Daisy in his lap.

*ping* *ping*

"Might be Karl telling you to go outside at five am." She smiled at him and laughed.

"No— Sapnap texted me," George replied.

"Oh? What is he saying." She asked while she threw herself down next to him. "If you don't mind me asking, of course."

"He invited me to a party, this Friday." He responded with a confused tone. A frat party in 'a mansion of house' of a friend of his. He sighed, knowing that he won't go.

"A party?" Daisy asked, knowing that George loved partying.

"Yeah," George said "His friend is throwing his second party this month. He got his drivers license back or something."

"It sounds fun, you should totally go." She replied with a smile. "I'm also a little tired of your friends complaining about you not going." They both chuckled. Daisy's hands moving through George's hair.

"I don't know.." George said doubtfully, he can really let himself go in drinking. Normally letting himself go and having a hook up for the night wouldn't be too bad, but he has himself locked with a girlfriend.

"I'll be fine, you're friends would be happy, you'd be happy to not spend every minute of year free time with me."

"That's so true." George acknowledged.

"Hey!" Daisy smacked his arm.

"What, you said it." George stated while he pushed her playfully in return.

"Ow!"

They laugh and after a minute of some shared giggles Daisy checks her watch.

"In ten minutes we are supposed to leave for the skate park." She said as she looked at her watch.
"Do you want to change your clothes cause you got a little like stain thing there." She pointed at the tea stain that was on George's shirt.
"And it's kinda cold out."

"It's just a stain?" George replied but Daisy pulled them both to 'their' bedroom.

"I'm way better than you at skateboarding." A curly haired boy said with a giddy smile.

"Oh, in your dreams, Karl." Sapnap replied before stepping on the skateboard but immediately losing balance and falling down onto the ground.

Sapnap groaned loudly before chuckling to himself.

"Oh, you poor thing." Karl giggled as he held out his hand. Sapnap trying to get ahold of it. "Or not." He quickly retracted his hand before Sapnap could grab it. Sapnap fell down on hardly onto the ground again.

"You bitch!" Sapnap said before he grabbed Karl's other hand and pulled him down with him, falling on top of him.

"Or my bitch?" He smirked. Karl's jaw fell slack, not believing what the ravenet just said as he tried to get up but instead rolled next to Sapnap again. They both laughed and giggled at the same time, snorting ever so offing in their fit of laughter.

Dream sat awkwardly on a stone bench at the side of the skatepark. Karl invited Sapnap to the skatepark and Sapnap took him with him. As they were doing whatever they were doing, rolling on the gross skatepark ground, Dream was looking at his phone, texting George because he didn't feel like being a third wheel.

George 🍭

im goddamn third wheeling

oh i sidnr know u weee comung

what

sorry LMAO George dropped his
uh phone but we'll be there in
a bit <3 bye bye

It was impossible for anything to infuriate him more than that text from Daisy.

"Why does she have to be with him?" He asks himself. "from all the girls in the entire world,"

"Are you done?" Daisy asked as she slightly opened the door.

"Yeah, come in." George said as he ran a hand through his hair and turned to Daisy who was standing at the door frame.

"I've got my board."

"Cool." George replied dryly, putting his phone back in his pocket.

George had put on a insanely inappropriate hoodie but Daisy didn't seem to notice.

"Well, Let's go." Daisy said as she looked George in the eyes. "Skatepark is like 20 minutes away so we'd be late if we wait any longer."

"We could take the BMW?" George asked.

"It's just 20 minutes..?" Daisy questioned as she squeezed her eyes.

"A little flex is never bad." George said with a grin. Daisy scoffed in return.
"Be my guest."

They left George's dorm and walked through the hallways.
"Nice hoodie man." A boy walking by said.

"Huh, what." Daisy immediately stopped walking. She took a look at George's hoodie and her eyes widened.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" She asked. "George what the heck!!"

"What's wrong?" He asked with a smirked.

"What the actual fudge are you wearing?!" She asked again.

"Nothing." He replied while brushing his hand through his hair.

"You're wearing a hoodie with girls that stick out there tongue with.." She tilted her head. "-saliva."

He laughed.
"Yeah mhm." George replied shortly with a grin.

"Okay, go change."

"What? Why.." he replied.

"Dude." She smacked the back of George's head playfully. "What the fuck do you think?"

"I don't know." He replied dryly again.

"You're an embarrassment."

"Awh, come on!" George said in a cartoon-like voice.

"You're just so insufferable." Daisy replied, pushing him playfully on the shoulder.

"Alex!!" Karl exclaimed in a higher pitched tone than his normal voice, running up to Alex.

"Karl!!" Alex replied in a weirder, higher pitched voice. "Karl you're actually here!"

"And me too." Sapnap said as he walked up to them. Jumping excitedly as they don't hang out every other week.

"And Dream is here too!" Karl cheered and pointed at Dream.

"George is coming too, right? The whole feral boys hangout!!" Alex yelled again in a silly voice. They all started cheering except Dream, who's chuckling at them.

"I feel dizzy, your car sucks." She said as she laid her head on George's shoulder.

"We're almost there, calm yourself." George said as he turned the car.

"Our anniversary is coming up right?" Daisy asked, placing a hand on George's thigh.

"Oh, yeah." George responded dryly, not even knowing the date of it while still looking forward to focus on the road.

"We should do something special." Daisy suggested as she sat up properly in her seat.

"Like?"

"I'm not sure.. we could go to the movies?" She suggested again but George had his focus on something else. Dream was waving at George from a bench.

"We have arrived!" George yelled out as he parked the car. They both hopped out of his car and George locked it with his key.
Dream was already standing behind the car.

"Dream! My favorite mullet boy." She let out with a laugh as she reaches her arm out to give him a playful smack and threw her board on the floor. Dream seeming a little caught off guard by her sudden friendliness. Dream walks over to George reaches out to him for a hug.

"What." Another voice said.
Daisy turned around and George pulled away from the hug to look where the sudden noise came from.

"Alexis." Daisy said she said while eying the boy down.

The boy adjusted his beanie and shot Daisy an annoyed look. They gave each other death stares.

"Don't call me that." He replied.

"You know Alex?" George asked Daisy.

"Of course I know him." She laughed as she went up to Alex to pull on his beanie. "He's my little cousin."

Alex struggled to keep his beanie on.

"BY TWO YEARS! Wait— you're dating my cousin?" Alex stood there, mouth fell agape with a dumbfounded look on his face.
George laughed as he palmed his face in his hands.

"That's what Alex meant with him having a hot cousin!" George laughed out.
Dream made a disgusted face, turning around to return to his lonely bench.
Daisy turned her head like an owl to Alex.

"What?! GEORGE! That's not even close to what I said!!" Alex denied.

Daisy made rather confused face.
"Uhm.. I.." Daisy looked around the skate park and stomped her foot on the skateboard.

"I TOLD GEORGE ABOUT THE WOLF CUT YOU GOT AND I ONLY SAID IT LOOKED NICE. THAT'S. IT." He exclaimed as he readjusted his beanie again.

"Somewhat the same." George said in a sassy tone back.

"Alright, alright, let's go skate." Sapnap suggested and the all went to pick a spot.

"George, oh my god, you're unaliving my skateboard!" Daisy exclaimed as George made his second attempt at an ollie.

"It's not my fault, you're skateboard just sucks, it sucks!" George repeated as he did weird gestures with his arms.

"George, how come that you're good in every single sport except skateboarding."
Daisy asked as she stepped and grabbed the skateboard before George could take another try.

"Aye, do you guys wanna go off the high ramps?" Sapnap suggested, Karl still giggling next to him.

"You're so going to fall." Karl said in the middle of his laughter, already imagining it.
"Well in that case I'll come watch."

"Let's head home, it's getting way too dark." Alex said as he gets up from laying on the ramp.

On queue, Sapnap came gliding down from the ramp.
"Yeah, I still have to do some homework."

"Aww, Is little Alex scared of the dark?" Daisy teased with a smile as she picks up her skateboard.

So far, everyone has been ignoring Daisy a little. Except for Karl, who's a bundle of extra extroverted-ness, and invited her in the first place.

He sometimes pushed her into the conversation when she's a little left out and Dream curses him for that.

Just the five of them would've been just fine.

"Dream, you're gonna come or not?" George yelled as he already had started walking away, Daisy following.

"What?" Dream replied confused.

"C'mon, let's go back to our dorm." George said,

Dream immediately speeds to the car, and after George begging Dream for a good five minutes, Dream is in the drivers seat, George is in the passenger's, and Daisy is in the back.

"In this world, it's just us
You know it's not the same as it was
In this world, it's just us
You know it's not the same as it was
As it was, as it was
You know it's not the same,"

Chapter Text

Dream quietly sat on his dorm bed with his laptop on his lap, notebook sat on top of the built in keyboard. The bright screen burned his eyes in the dim lit dorm.

Dream just had to focus, if he focused he could easily do ten pages of homework, write entire novels, he just needs to lock in.

*ping!*

Dream looked at his phone for a split second. A text from Alex in the group-chat, must not be that important. He set his phone face down again. Let's not get distracted here.

*ping!*

]

*ping!**ping!**ping!*

*ping!**ping!**ping!**ping!**ping!*

Dream threw his head back and groaned. What now?!

THE SEXHAVERS 👻🥴

Alex 😿
Party at my house tmrw😜
bring your own liquor plz

Sapnap🐶
cheap ahh

Karl
says you

Sapnap
yeah I DID?

Punz
🍃?

Sam
what time

Alex
idk just come

Alex 😿 responding to Punz: 🍃?
You know the answer to that big guy.

Karl and Sapnap and more are typing...

Dream muted the continuously pinging group-chat on his phone.

Alex invited everyone to this stupid party at his friend's house, twenty minutes away from campus. It's not forbidden to hold parties on campus grounds, but the standard rule we're reminded of every year is three noise complaints and you're out of your room.

Dream wasn't one to party, cause he thinks of himself as a very awkward person. Well, he doesn't think that, but people tell him he is.
But George is probably going so he can just stick around him.

And wherever George is Dream wants to be too.

The party is tomorrow, Friday, and Dream doesn't want a yellow card for not doing his homework again.

Dream sighed as he struggled to answer his homework. He stared at the question repeatedly and repeatedly, completely empty-minded.

He has just been rereading the question, over and over. He looked through the whole chapter in the book, he googled, he used AI, but nowhere was the answer to be found.

His essay is due Monday too. Fuck.
He's also got that test on Tuesday and there are also rumors that Mr. Halo is giving a pop quiz and if he fails that one he—

His brain was foggy. He was on the verge of tears because this stupid question made no sense, and then after that, and the one after that one. If he fails Tuesday's test he might as well just leave the school. He's not going to graduate.

And he just can't focus. It's not his fault though, his phone kept ringing and it threw him off.

His head starts to ache, and ache, it just keeps aching. Why is he so stupid? Why can't he answer one simple question?

This is dumb. He doesn't need this later in life.
He hasn't told any of his friends yet that he struggles a lot in other classes. He struggles with everything, honestly. With school, home, and his confidence,

and with George.

He had been homeschooled when he was a kid, back in Florida. He has learned the basics but here in Patchington, the education is just different from what he was used to.

He's been getting F's and D's for a while now. He'd be happy if he once in a while got a C, but that isn't good enough.

He is not going to tell anyone. His parent look at him with disappointment already every time he mentioned not wanting to go college. That's why they sent him to boarding school, to 'set him straight', in their words. Sapnap will get it, but he will not get get it. He gets A's all the time.

And George,

He just needs to forget him.

He stared at the empty notebook, back at his pen he kept ticking with, and back at the notebook.

This was the first goddamn question.

At this rate he's definitely not graduating.

He palmed his forehead and leaned back on the wall.

"This is stupid," He lets out, I'm stupid.

He groaned as a tear left his waterline.
The hot, salty liquid rolled down with a burning feeling on his cheek. He throws the book off him and flips back on his bed.

"I am crying over homework." He states as he lets out a pitying laugh, but quickly jolts up at a loud noise.

*ping!*

He groaned again, "I thought I muted them,"

He lifted it from his bed and expected another message from Alex but no,

xjuliii286 has added you!

Dream looked confused. Juli? Isn't that Daisy's roommate Julianna?

Dream shrugged and added her back anyway.
He assumed George gave her his snap, since George was over at Daisy's dorm more often now because they are... you know, a couple, and Daisy and Julianna, they share a dorm. Dream has caught Julianna's gaze at him a few times, how sly she think she may be.

Maybe he can give her a chance.
After all, George is off-limits since he has a girlfriend. Julianna is single, he supposes, and she already has a crush on him.

*ping!*

xjuliii286 has sent you a message

Dream immediately goes to the chat.

hii

Dream went silent like he wasn't already. He thought of an answer and went with the casual.

hey

hi hru
what r u up to

m good
nothing tbh just hw

oh i didnt know you were
that smart
im was stuck at
question 1.b so I quit

well you got more than me 😂
I havent the answered a
single question yet

She typed, and then stopped visibly, like she had changed her mind, and started typing again.

you can come over to my dorm
and i can help you

"Help with what? You were literally stuck too." Dream thinks, "Wait isn't George there right now?"

yeah

oki room 238
cya ;)

Oh. Yeah, what do you reply to that?

bye :)

"Hey, George." Daisy welcomed George as she holds the door open for him. George entered and was greeted by Julianna who was sitting on their small couch. George gave a small wave back before turning to Daisy.
"I'm so down for movie night. I just need to get the popcorn ready."

Julianna got up from the couch and headed towards their bedroom.
"You guys better not make out too loud or I'll smother you with a pillow, Dais."

"Yeah, yeah,"
Daisy rolled her eyes and led George back to their small couch.
It was pretty much the same as his dorm but they had rearranged the furniture.
Daisy plopped down, George following.

"Soooooo, what now?" She asked as she lazily laid back.

"I don't know." George laughed and Daisy sat up properly again.

"Oh uhm, do you have Dream's Snapchat?" Daisy asked as she leaned onto George.

He scoffed at the question. Daisy wants Dream's Snapchat. Why would she want Dream's snap?

"What?" Was all George could reply.

Daisy laughed and shook her head.
"It's not like I want to text him, but you know Juli's been crushing like crazy." She said.

"I've been not!" Julianna shouted from the other room.

George gave her a weird look.
"Then why ask me?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "She asked me to ask you that. To be honest, I told her she should ask him himself because maybe Dream doesn't want her snap but she just scoffed at me so here we are." She whispered,

It went quiet for a bit. George contemplated in his head.

"You know what, fine, I'll give her his snap."
George sighed in defeat as he unlocked his phone, "But I'm not her wingman or anything, alright? You do that."

"Okay, alright, Mr 'I don't want anyone dating my bff because I have a secret platonic crush on him.'."

George gasped in faux, putting a hand on his chest like he was offended. Daisy rolled her eyes at him and scoffed. She pulled out her phone from the pocket in her jeans.

"Daisy! You're an actual idiot, like you're actually so stupid. Why would you say that?"
George exclaimed as his cheeks turned pink. He quickly wipes the forming sweat off his forehead. He doesn't have a crush on Dream. She doesn't think that, does she? Do more people think that?

Daisy finishes her text on her phone to Juli.

"Okay, sorry!" She said sarcastically and dramatically. "I'll go tell Juli, you stay put."

"You act like I'm a dog." George retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Maybe you are." Daisy teased, "Bark for me,"

"Okay, no way. I'm actually leav—,"

*ping!*

Daisy laughed and left to get Julianna,

George's phone began to ping but he doesn't answer. He stretched himself over the entire couch and began to yawn. He was getting pretty tired already.

*ping!**ping!**ping!*

His phone continued to ping as he tried to relax before Daisy got back.

*ping!**ping!**ping!**ping!*

"What the hell do they want?" George opened his phone,

THE SEXHAVERS 👻🥴

Alex 🤥
Party at my house tmrw😜
bring your own liquor plz

sappynappy🥱
cheap ahh

Karl😜🤪
says you

sappynappy🥱
yeah I DID?

Punz🌿🌿
🍃?

Sam
what time

Alex 🤥
idk just come

Alex 🤥 responding to Punz🌿🌿: 🍃?
You know the answer to that big guy.

Karl 😜🤪 and sappynappy🥱 and more are typing...

The door flung open. Julianna and Daisy both entered the room.

"And I just wanted to let you guys know that somebody's coming over soon and I'm gonna go borrow Hannah's lip gloss real quick." She squeals as she fills the room with excitement she grabs her bag off her bed and loudly chewed on her gum. She's still on her phone texting away.

"Gross," George commented, "You're basically going to be kissing her." Referring to her sharing lip gloss.

"Oh my god, Juli, that's great," Daisy said, "I'm so glad you're not hung up on Jared anymore."

"Jared?" George jumps in again, squinting his eyes, "Who the hell is Jared?"

They both completely ignore George.
"Anyway, do these heels go great with this? I feel like the gold complements my skin tone."

"'Ooo, okay, yeah that one. But wait, who is coming?" The raven-haired asked, "And is it like a date? Cause that's your lucky dress." She referred to the white dress she grabbed out of her closet.

Julianna puts a smug smile on her face.
"Maybe,"

She flipped her hair. "But for it to be an actual date he's gotta take me to some fancy restaurant or something. A quick fuck in a dorm room is not romantic."

"Okay, you're not fucking in here." Daisy gestured, "Whatever you think, that's not happening in here."

"Please?" Julianna pleaded,

"Who is coming over?" George repeated Daisy's question.

"Oh, Dream wanted to come over."
Something in George didn't like that. Why would he go on a date with Julianna? He has never mentioned her or never even looked at her. He didn't think he'd actually be interested in her.

Not that he would notice.

But if he was interested in her why didn't he tell him, his best friend?

"Oooh~ well have fun," Daisy said in a teasing tone.
Julianna rolled her eyes and left, not closing the door.

"I'll be back in a minute. Text me if Dream's there!" The door was slammed shut quickly.

"We'll that's exciting for both of us cause now we can have the TV!"
Daisy giggled and smiled. She pushed George's legs of the couch, making him sit up normally.
"Come on, we can watch whatever you'd like."

"Why is Dream with Julianna out of all people?" George asks himself. Daisy shrugged.

"Maybe Julianna was right," She said as she grabbed the remote. "Maybe Dream is a little interested. After all, his last relationship was like two years ago, wasn't it?"

George grimaces. Dream isn't interested in having a girlfriend yet. He doesn't want Dream to have a girlfriend yet. And definitely not Julianna.

"George, George? Babe, hello???" Daisy starts waving in front of his face. Her bright maroon-colored acrylics almost cut him across his face.

The brunet jolted from the couch.
"Huh, what?"

"What do you wanna watch?" She asked annoyed, "Stop being so distracted,"

Dream sighed as he stood in front of the wooden door. He stared at the number 238 that was carefully engraved.
"Okay, I'll just..."

Dream knocked on the door.

"Hey," Dream greets as Julianna opens the door. She giggles out a nervous 'hi' and invites him in.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Julianna said as she took his hand and dragged him across the small living room.

He sees George sitting on the couch with his arm lazily draped over Daisy and she's leaning on his shoulder.

He stops.

There's a Christmas-themed blanket covering them with little snowmen. On the TV in front of them is playing 'The Summer I Turned Pretty' and it's a scene where the characters are about to kiss.

Dream looks at George one more time, his hair's all messy because Daisy most likely ran her hands through it. His eyes are almost closing because he didn't get enough sleep today. It's because he and George played Minecraft all night.

George looks over at Dream with lidded eyes before they light up and he smiles at him.

Julianna pulls his hand once again and startled him, making him turn away from George.
"Well, what are you standing here for? Let's go."

When he looks back George is not looking anymore.

And he follows Julianna to her room.

Dream doesn't know what he is doing in Julianna's room. At first, he wanted to come hang out with George, but as soon as he saw him with Daisy, seemingly having the time of his life, his mood was spoiled. Plus being in a whole other room makes it impossible.

When Dream entered the living room, George gave him the most heartwarming smile. Then Daisy showed George something on her phone. He never glanced back at him.

And the warmth was gone.

George isn't into him, not anymore at least.
Dream thought he knew, he knew that George liked him back. At least at some point. Dream just had to wait. He wasn't ready. He wanted to ask him at the right moment, at the right time.

Because he wanted it to be perfect.

But he waited too long. Cause George doesn't want him. Not anymore.

Julianna shuts her bedroom door with a loud thud.

"Did you really come here to study?" Julianna asked, tilting her head as she also stood up and took a step forward towards Dream. She was wearing a white fitted dress and her hair was nicely curled. Did she dress up for this? Should he have?

Dream laughed as he shrugged, "You had said you'd help."

"Dreamie, you pretend to be all innocent in this but if you truly thought we were just going to be discussing homework all night you would've at least brought your laptop."

George isn't into him.
Julianna is into him.

And Dream just needs someone.

He blinked to himself, "She's right,"

Julianna licked her lips and took a step closer.

And Dream took a step back.
"I— uhm, just forgot my notebook," he stuttered.

Julianna blinked up before she wiped her mouth with her sleeve.
"You know what? Let's just talk first,"

Dream hummed softly. That will make her back off for a minute.

"So... do you have any hobbies?" She asked and Dream couldn't help but scrunch his nose. Of course, he has hobbies...?

"I actually do," He perked up, "I like to code, right now I'm coding a mod for Minecraft—"

"Do you have chai?" She asked out of nowhere, clearly uninterested in what Dream was about to tell her.

"Oh uhm, like the character AI thing? Oh no, I've heard of it before though." He responded with a shake of his head.
"That's like where you can have conversations with like robots, right?"

"Mhm, yeah, what a bummer you don't have it." She replied, "It's just some fun role-playing, you know?"

Dream laughed nervously,
"Do I?" He's blushing from ear to ear. This conversation was not going where he had anticipated it to be.

Julianna nodded "mhm,"

She's... peculiar. Dream can handle that, surely?

He just needs to get over George. It sounds impossible because he's his roommate and best friend. Maybe what he needs to do is spend less time with him.

Dream woke up in Julianna's desk chair. And for one moment he's freaked out by the colorful stickers and the bright unknown environment but then he remembers he just fell asleep.

Nothing else had happened that night.

He looked around slowly, scanning the room. Daisy is not in her bed, but Julianna is fast asleep in hers.

He made sure to leave the room quietly. He tiptoed out of the room but almost crashed onto the floor when he saw Daisy's head pop up from the side of her couch.

Dream sighed in relief, she's asleep.

Dream peeked over the couch. No George, he must've gone home because it's late.
Dream checked the time on his phone.

6:40 AM

Fuck. He slept the night there. What even happened that made him stay so late? And fall asleep right then and there?

Dream quickly makes his way back to his dorm, hoping he can quietly slip into his bed without waking George up.

When Dream opens the door George immediately stirs. Dream stiffens in his movements. After a few seconds, the brunet continued snoring and he quietly shut the door behind him.

"Dream?"

Shit.

Dream doesn't respond, hoping he can gaslight him by making him think it was all in his head.

As Dream crawls under the covers he sees his plan isn't going to work. George is directly looking at him with drowsy eyes.

"What time is it?" He asked groggily as he lied there limp with half lidded eyes.

"Uhm, six," He didn't know if he should've lied or what time would've been better.

However, that answer seems to satisfy him, and George turns his back on him and starts softly snoring again.

"Yellow card, again? At this point, you just want to whole rainbow." Dream has had his fair share of card moments. A few blue cards for being late, and a red one for cussing out the teacher once.

"What can I say? Gotta collect them like Pokémon." George scoffed at that. "It's just detention." He reassured,

"I thought you were over at Julianna's for studying." The brunet huffed, and Dream could not help but grin at his jealousy. "You really need to start doing your homework, Dream. I need you to graduate,"

"I need you," Those word repeat in Dream's head. He said it, He needs him. Maybe there's still a chance after all?

Snap out of it, Dream.

"Look, a man can be over at a lady's place for multiple reasons." He teased, and George mumbled something incoherent back.

"What?"

"No, it's nothing," George looked like he was about to repeat himself anyway. He opens his mouth but then quickly closes it. "Nevermind."

"Oh, George, by the way," Dream starts, and George can see him squeeze his hands together under his desk nervously.
"You heard about Alex's party today, right?"

"Duh, of course," George answered, "They were ripping my ears off with how many messages followed,"

"If you weren't planning to go with Daisy, maybe we could drive to the party together?"

George doesn't hesitate to answer. "Sure,"

"What are you guys talking about?" Sapnap asked as he dropped his backpack on the floor and sat down right next to Dream,

"Nothing," Dream responded,

"The party," They talk over one another,

"We are, uhm, riding together," Dream admitted,

Sapnap quirked a brow, "What-"

The teacher, Mr. Meadows, cleared his throat.

"Class," He began, "I've graded last mock essay. I will call each of you up to give feedback. We'll start with you, George,"

George got up and left.

"What are you hiding?" Sapnap immediately asked, slamming his fist on his desk for dramatic effect.

"I'm not hiding anything," Dream responded,

"Then why did you say 'nOtHiNg' so quickly?" Sapnap said, "Are you planning on making a move on him in the car or something?"

"What?! No...," Dream denied, "maybe,"

"Dream,"

"Stop it," Dream huffed,

"This is just wrong," Sapnap exclaimed,

"No, it's not," Dream replied shaking his head, "You would do the same for Karl,"

Sapnap turned red, "Sh- shut up!"

"Everyone knows, Sap,"

"This is not the same situation," Sapnap was still red from ear to ear,

"I could make it the same," Dream threatened, "I heard June is pretty into Karl, and I also heard that this guy from English he kissed last semester—"

"Okay, okay, I get it, Karl is very popular with everyone,"

"Karl is a manwhore, a homie hopper if you may,"

"He's not a whore," Sapnap defended,

Dream gave him a look,
"That's not the point. The point is, Karl could get a partner at any moment right now. But you're too pussy to do anything about it. When Karl finally gets a partner, you'll realize your mistake, and do the same as I am doing right now."

"Which is?" Sapnap ignored everything up until the last sentence,

Dream's gaze dropped to the ground. After a long pause he murmured, "I'm not sure,"

"Dream, you're the next one up," George informed as he slid back into his seat, "It didn't look good, Dream,"

Dream scrunched his nose, What didn't look good? His mind struggled to catch up. What was happening again?

He stood up and made his way to the front where the teacher sad behind the desk with a stack of papers ready and his laptop was fold open.

"Dream," The teacher said,

"Sir," Dream replied, trying to sound composed,

"Dream you started your essay off greatly," He began flipping through the papers with a practiced hand.

Dream exhaled with relief, "Thank you, Sir,"

"Then halfway through the paper your greatness just stopped,"

He stopped flipping. A page covered in red ink stared back at him, highlighted spelling mistakes, broken sentences, entire paragraphs that read like gibberish.

"Dream, you need to explain what is happening right here. I just don't get it."

"I..." Dream remembered the moment, one of the first times that he slipped up, "I got distracted,"

"You get 40 minutes for your mock essay. Treat it like it's the real thing." Mr. Meadows said curtly while he handed out the papers.

It was a few weeks ago. Right around the time George had started dating Daisy.

He had skipped class for her, brushing it off, saying 'he can do the mock essay another day anyway.'
Mr. Meadows had forgotten to take attendance that day, so he didn't get into any trouble. He made it a habit, and more skipped classes meant more time with Daisy.

Dream could barely focus at first. Pen in hand, he startled scribbling away. He was pretty good with introductions and he had already laid out his arguments.

That's when he heard it, this unmistakable girly giggle.

He glanced out the window and there they were. It was George and Daisy. They had gotten snacks from the vending machine. She was fumbling with a chip bag, struggling to open it, laughing as she thanked George for paying.

George almost never pays. Usually begging Dream to cover for him. And Dream always does.

George laughed, saying something about “manliness” as he tore the chip bag open a little too aggressively. Cheetos flew everywhere.

Mr. Meadows finally looked up from his laptop, brow furrowed, and stood up from his chair to investigate the noise

George and Daisy quickly ran around the corner giggling and laughing before the teacher could spot them.

George actually mentioned skipping class withh Dream a few times. If he would've agreed, would it be him and George out there instead of with Daisy?

The teacher cleared his throat and looked up,
unimpressed, "Dream, you seem to get distracted a lot,"
"I pulled your grades up from last semester and you were at best a B- student. You can't afford it to get distracted. I suggest you get your things squared away before it effects your future."

Dream apologized and mumbled about "beinf better" and walked away with his tail tucked between his legs.

He wil get that distraction squared away indeed.

The car keys dangled between George’s fingers as he leaned against the hood, smirking like he’d already won. It was the keys to Dream's dark green Honda, meaning he was telling Dream to drive.

“I drove last time,” Dream said, arms crossed, trying not to let his voice crack with laughter because of how ridiculous George looked in this position.

George raised an eyebrow. “Last time was a five-minute trip to the gas station. Doesn’t count. And you're used to driving me everywhere anyway.”

"Because you used to have no license." Dream rolled his eyes. “And it does count. Plus, you were the one who insisted on blasting music like we were on a road trip.”

George grinned. “Exactly, I made it fun. You drive like you’re escorting royalty.”

“Maybe I am,” Dream shot back, then immediately regretted it. George tilted his head, amused.

“Oh? So I’m royalty now?” George smiled,

Dream flushed. “I meant— just get in the passenger seat.”

George didn’t move. “You nervous or something? Is this about your essay?"

George looked like he thought he was connecting the dots. "Did Mr. Meadows really go off on you? I saw the way he was talking to you.”

“No, I'm fine, the essay was fine,” Dream lied. "Now, get in, King George." He tried to lighten the mood.

The engine hummed beneath them, they could feel the vibration in their seats. Their playlist was just in between songs. It was silent. Dream's hands rested on the wheel, eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

"Did you hook up with her?" George suddenly asked during the red light, breaking the moment of silence.

Dream blinked, thrown off by George’s sudden question.

"What? No, I did not," he said, a little too firmly.

George nodded, eyes still looking out his passengers-window. "Oh, okay."

But Dream could feel it, the shift in tone, the way George’s voice had dipped just slightly. Was that jealousy? Suspicion? Did he really think he had done something with Julianna?

Dream turned toward him, trying to read his profile in the dim glow of passing streetlights. "What gave you that impression?"

George shrugged. "She said you'd be a quick fuck or whatever."

Dream scoffed, then laughed, he was surprised. George chuckled too, the tension cracking just a little.

"What? We didn't even do anything though. She was super awkward the whole time and, I don't know, her vibe is just off."

George nodded again, but slower this time. His grip on the wheel tightened for a moment before relaxing. The car sped up slightly, then settled back into its rhythm.

Dream glanced out the window, heart thudding. He’d planned to make a move tonight—something subtle, maybe, just enough to test the waters. But now he wasn’t sure. George was hard to read. One minute teasing, the next quiet. Was he just messing around, or was there something else beneath it all?

The party was still ten minutes away. But in this car, with the air thick and the silence stretching, it felt like forever.

The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the white villa, its windows glowing faintly with warm light and the distant thump of music pulsing through the walls.

“We’re finally there,” Dream announced, sighing a little too relieved, as he yanked the keys from the ignition.

He didn’t mention the moments they’d both opened their mouths to speak, only to retreat. The half-formed thoughts. The glances that lingered a second too long. The way his fingers had tapped the steering wheel like he was trying to drum out whatever was stuck in his head.

Dream stared ahead for a beat, then reached for the door handle. “You ready?”

George nodded, but didn’t move right away. “Yeah.”

They stepped out of the car and went inside.

They both want to forget what just happend.

'I just came here to the party for the drugs.
(Drugs), drugs, (drugs), drugs, (drugs).
I'm not tryna make a friend or fall in love.
(Love), love, (love), love, (love)
So just stop the faking
Not for here for nameless faces
Pointless talkin', conversations
(Drugs), drugs, (drugs), drugs, (drugs)
I just came here for the drugs'

"Hey," George's voice cracks while he yells. He's pretty sure he's speaking to Dream. Through all the bluriness, he recognized the forest green letterman and the black beanie on his head. "I almost thought you had left me. Couldn't find you."

Dream turned around to see the brunet.
"George," He shouted over the music as he takes a small sip from his half-full cup.

"I thought you'd be with your girlfriend by now, hadn't seen her either." Dream said when they were finally close enought to hear each other without yelling.

"Didn't invite her." George said flatly, like it was nothing. "But it's good you're still here; the party wouldn't be the same without you," George smirked, slinging an arm around Dream’s shoulder for balance as he almost falls over.

Dream’s cheeks flushed. “Uh, thank you.”

"Shots?" George prompted with a grin, "See who's the reeaaal GOAT here,"

"I don't know man, you seem pretty out of it."
Dream hesitated while he pretended like he isn't feeling pretty drunk himself right now. "And I know how much of a lightweight you are, although you don't like to admit it."

George rolled his eyes, "I'm so drunkkkkk, too drunk for this. Just commmmeee,"

"George, I'm not doing shots with you if you're already this drunk." Dream tries to hold George back from going to the kitchen. "You're just proving my point."

George acted like he got possessed by a demon for a second. (Iykyk)
"I'm not drunk, Dream, please,"

"You just said—"

"I didn't say anything, just please," George pouted, "You're not the drink police,"

Dream is hesitant, but his head is fuzzy and his beer is so heavy and he kind of does feel like doing shots.

He looks at George once again, who's beaming with his puppy eyes and pulling at his arm now.
"Come onnnnn," he dragged out with a whine, "I saw Sam walk in there and if we don't go quickly they'll run out of the good stuff... he just went through a break-up, he's gonna hit it hard."

George, with eyes wide, pouty lips, squeezes his arm tighter, making Dream blush at the pressure.

Dream rolls his eyes before nodding.
"Alright, alright, Georgie, we'll go."

George doesn't pick up on the nickname and quickly stumbles towards the kitchen, leaving Dream's side but the blond is quick to follow.

When they enter the kitchen, George seemed to have forgotten what he was actually there for and starts to refill his cup with the first bottle of liquor he sees.

George gestured the bottle towards Dream, to ask if he wants him to pour some for him but Dream shook his head.

George looked back down to Dream's cup.

"Why do you always mark your cup?" George knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Dream say it again.

"So I can know which one is mine, duh." Dream responded, "Everyone cup looks the same dude, if I even set my drink down for one second it is already lost in the crowd of strangers' cups."

"Here," Dream removed the cap and started doodling on George's cup, "now your cup is unique,"

A large 'GOGY' was written in Dream's messy handwriting.

"You got the funk
Gets me stupid, gets me drunk
I'll do anything that you want
Anything that you want, want, want
You got the funk
Gets me stupid, gets me drunk
I'll do anything that you want
Anything that you want, want, want"/p>

“George…” Dream whispered into his left ear, voice low and warm. George could feel the breath against his skin and rolled his eyes, swaying slightly. The music, the voices, the chaos—it all faded into the background and for a moment, it was just them, somewhere in a corner on the floor.

“What do you want… I’m literally so drunk right now?!?” George slurred, his words tumbling out in exaggerated frustration. His body felt limp, on the edge of a blackout.

Dream scoffed. “You’re so bullshitting me, George. I saw you drink like three cups.”

“It was a large cup,” George popped the ‘p’ dramatically. “And I’m sooo drunk. Like, actually drunk right now.”

Dream just shook his head, laughing amused but watching him closely. George was a mess, but a charming one.

“You’re really, really pretty up close,” Dream exhaled, voice shaky. They were still in the same spot.

They both laughed softly, tipsy, and with a little breathlessness.

“Like… I would totally hook up with you and unlike with Julianna,” Dream added, smirking.

George grinned back. “Reallyyy??”

“Really,” Dream said, short and sure.

“Mhm, prove it then,” George teased, taking a sip from his cup. “Idiot.”

Dream’s eyes flicked down to George’s lips, then back up.

And then, without thinking, their lips were pressed together.

"You want my love,
But I don't give a f*ck.
You call my bluff.
How can I keep this up?
I've had enough.
You know I like it rough.
Bite my neck and suck my blood.
Bide my time with such and such."

George collapsed onto the bedsheets, nearly spilling his drink in the process. His body was loose, reckless, but Dream’s hands were already there—pressed against his chest, steady and admiring. He caught the cup just in time, fingers brushing George’s skin like he’d been waiting for the moment.

George’s hand slid up Dream’s back, fingers curling into the blond curls and tugging gently.

With a sudden shift, Dream flipped them over, letting George take control, now straddling him.

“You’re not topping me if you think that,” George breathed out, his chest rising and falling, voice low and teasing.

“Oh yeah?” Dream replied, eyes locked on his.

George hummed in response, and Dream leaned up for another kiss, slow and careful. He pulled back just enough to bite down softly on George’s bottom lip, holding it down for a second before letting go.

The music outside was still playing and could be heard faintly behind the closed doors.

"You got the funk
Gets me stupid, gets me drunk
I'll do anything that you want
Anything that you want, want, want
You got the funk
Gets me stupid, gets me drunk
I'll do anything that you want
Anything that you want, want, want"

"She's got my love
No, she can't get enough
I like it rough
But I said that twice, f*ck
Her kiss is tough
She speaks in fisticuffs
Say my name soon as she walks up
Say my name when I beat that up (ow)"

"Hey, do you know where Dream is?" Sapnap asked a random dude that passed by. The full cup that has been left on the table is clearly Dream's, the smiley in black sharpie making it obvious.

The guy just looks at him funny and leaves.

"Fuck," Sapnap curses under his breath,

He sighed, setting his cup down to open a beer.
Where could this guy be?

"Sapnappp" A curly brunet said, popping the p, "I heard you were searching for someone."

"Oh hey, Karl," Sapnap perked up as he smiled shyly. "I guess word spreads around fast huh."

"Was he supposed to be your designated driver? I saw him do shots though, so there isn't much soberness left in him." Karl laughed, and for a moment, Sapnap forgot what he even was doing, completely entranced by the way Karl’s laugh lit up his whole face.

Sapnap laughed at the word 'soberness'

"Not really, just wondering where Dream was." Sapnap responded, hand scratching his neck as he looked at the boy in front of him.

"Well, if you really wanna know," Karl leaned in a little, "I saw him go upstairs..."

"Upstairs? Like on the third floor upstairs?" Sapnap blinked, confused. Was Dream seriously hooking up with someone? The suggestion felt weird, foreign. He never pictured Dream to be the type of person to sleep around to get over someone.

"Yeah, I guess he's getting laid tonight." Karl laughed, resting his body on Sapnap which made him flush a deep red.
As he finished laughing Karl rested his arms on Sapnap's shoulders, looking up into his eyes.
"And he might not be the only one." He let out bluntly with a wink.

If Sapnap wasn't visibly red, he definitely was now.
"Whoa, w-what—?" Sapnap replied, blushing at what he thought Karl implicated,

Karl giggled even harder.
"I saw—" Karl inhaled sharply and hiccuped. The sudden shake makes his drink almost fall out of his hand. "I saw George going upstairs too."

Sapnap's eyes widened. Oh f*ck. Oh, yeah no.
"You're kidding." He exclaimed looking his friend in the eyes who were darting all over the place.

"Nuh-uh." Karl answered as he shook his head. "And I did not see Daisy going upstairs so god knows who he is getting it on with. So scandalous. They're official, right?" Karl giggled again.

"Daisy... is not here,"
Sapnap sighed as he looked around for the stairs worriedly.
"Karl, do you mind watching my drink for a little?" He asked him.

"Suresies." Karl replied as he grabbed it out of Sapnap's hand and already spilling the drink over his hand.

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im prolly mixing chap 1 2 3 into one chapter because otherwise it's just too slow :)
cya