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George is never listening to another idea from his boyfriend ever again. George had sworn to himself when he was 7 he would never step foot on a skateboard again after he fell on his ass in front of his whole year group. He cringes just thinking about it. Now, eleven years later, he’s standing beside the dreaded thing padded to the nines, helmet tight on his head. Maybe if his boyfriend, his stupidly handsome and stubborn boyfriend, wasn't so hard to resist he wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.
Yesterday was Dream’s birthday and George, being the amazing partner he is, made a promise he’s now regretting.
George loved Dream’s birthday, any excuse to spoil the boy. It was Saturday and the sun was beating down harshly on the brunet as he walked up to Dream’s front door. He rings the doorbell twice, door swinging open to reveal a smiling Mrs. Hughes. “Hello George! Here to see Clay I assume?” She opened the door wider to let the young boy inside. George gasped in faux offence, “can I not just visit his beautiful mother instead?” Mrs. Hughes rolls her eyes in amusement, turning to point towards the carpeted staircase leading to the second floor of the house, “he’s in his room, like always.”
“Thank you!” George presses a brief kiss to the woman's cheek before running up the stairs towards the room at the very end of the hall. He waves towards Drista, sitting at her desk in her own room as he passes, receiving a bright smile and wave in return.
He knocks on the mahogany door twice before hearing the familiar call of ‘come in!’ from inside. George slowly opens the door, poking his head through to see his boy laid out on his bed, phone discarded to the side. “A little birdie told me,” George started before stepping fully into the other boys room, “that it was someone's birthday today,” he holds up the gift bag he had previously hidden behind his back and strolls over to the bed in the centre of the room, sitting on the edge of it. Dream smiles at the brunet and takes the bag held out towards him, “you know you didn’t have to get me anything, right? Being with you is enough of a gift.” he teases. George scoffs, “you are such a sap!” He shuffles further up the bed, lying next to the birthday boy as he watches him open his gifts. Wrapped in lime green paper, that was honestly a bit of an eye sore, Dream pulled out two gifts and a card from the gift bag. He unwrapped the first gift, stealing glances at the brunet as he went.
The first gift was a beautiful decorative notebook, Dream briefly flicked through the blank pages as George spoke up, “you mentioned wanting to get into writing again so I thought, what better place for you to do it in!” Dream grinned widely before opening the second present, it was a framed photograph of the two of them. Their best friend Sapnap had taken in a few weeks ago at the local fair, George wrapped up in Dream’s arms waiting in line for the ferris wheel. It had quickly become George’s favourite picture of the two of them. Dream grazed his fingers lightly over the picture, whispering a quiet ‘Georgie’ before looking up to meet the eyes of the smiling boy next to him.
“Open your card,” George held the envelope towards him which Dream took, brushing their fingers together in the process. It was a cheesy card with ‘I wish you happy birthday with all of my butt. (I’d say heart but my butt is bigger)’ printed on the front which made the blond giggle. He opened the card, reading the brief message inside ‘happy birthday Dreamie!! I hope you have the best year ever (which i’m sure you will since i’ll be a part of it ;)). I love you. George,’ “You're so cute,” Dream leans over to kiss George, “I love you more”, another peck and he’s standing up to place the photo frame and card on his desk. He turns back to his boyfriend, waving him over before squeezing the shorter boy tightly in his arms, “thank you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of George’s head. “You’re very welcome,” George responds, retreating to sit back on the bed.
“I have one more thing for you,” Dream turns to squint at the Brit, “Baby, you didn’t have to get me anything in the first place.” George rolls his eyes but blushes at the pet name, “Oh shut up, let me spoil you.” Dream lets out a dramatic sigh before flopping back onto his bed, “I suppose I can do that. So,” he turns to face the other, “what is it?” George turns on his side to directly face the blond, “Tomorrow,” George begins, grabbing one of Dream’s hands to intertwine their fingers, “you and I are going to spend the entire day together and we can do whatever you want. You deserve a day to relax.” George knows how hard Dream’s been working recently to get on top of his grades to win the scholarship he’s after. Dream’s eyes light up at the suggestion, before turning mischievous, “anything?” Dream asks, squeezing their joined hands. George squints at him suspiciously before humming in agreement. Dream is quick to jump on top of his boyfriend and assaults his face with kisses, eliciting giggles from the boy beneath him.
That's how George finds himself here, in the middle of the local skatepark, Dream smiling at him like a maniac. “Do I have to?” George asks, gaze drifting down to the board by his feet, “You said anything Georgie. It’s for my birthday, please?” George hated when he used those stupid puppy dog eyes on him, “Fine!” he sighs loudly, heartstrings pulling at the large smile that adorns Dream’s face. Dream has been trying to get him on a board for who knows how long, why is he surprised that this is how he chose to spend his day. George lines himself up with the board before Dream is holding onto both of his hands to keep him steady while he stands on the wobbly death trap. They go around the park like that for a good half an hour, Dream holding George’s hands and dragging him around the tarmac, before teaching George to push himself around. The Florida heat gets to George quickly so he takes a break, sitting on a nearby bench as he watches his boyfriend do all his funny tricks that make George’s body ache just looking at them. How Dream does it, he’ll never understand, but he looks hot doing it so George isn’t complaining.
Dream is quick to get George back on the board, complaining that ‘he’s taking too long’. The audacity. The next thing to accomplish was the ramps. George tries to convince Dream to let him ride around on solid, flat, ground for a little longer but Dream is nothing if not extremely stubborn. They climb up the ramp to get to the top and instantly George has a bad feeling about this. He tries to turn and run but Dream is quick to grab him and bring him back to the ramp. “You’ll be fine, Georgie, i’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.” Dream was not in fact right there to catch him as he fell. Lying shit. George had finally worked up the courage to ride off the ramp, and it didn’t go exactly as planned. It was fine getting down the ramp, it was stopping himself that was the problem. He got flashbacks to year 8 as he fell off the stupid skateboard, landing on his ankle, hard, and letting out some kind of scream mixed with a gasp as he fell. At least he had a helmet on. Dream is quick to rush to his side, panic evident on his face as he kneels down beside the injured boy, “Oh my God are you okay?” He holds George’s face between his hands as George lets out a pained groan muttering about his ankle. “It’s ok baby, let me call my mom and we can go to the hospital, ok?” George just groans in reply as Dream gets his phone frantically calling his mother. In reality, it wasn’t as big a deal as Dream was making it out to be, but it was cute watching him get so worked up, George thought. Karma.
After a lengthy wait in the hospital, George was sent home with a baby blue cast and crutches for his broken ankle. He was going to be stuck on these for at least six weeks. The things he does for that green eyes giant. Having to take the following Monday off school to rest, George is woken from an afternoon nap to a dip in the mattress beside him and warm lips pressed down his neck and across his face. He rolls over, shoving Dream’s face away from his face before sitting up. “Your mom let me in,” Dream starts, “I missed you at school today, the boys did too.”
“You only missed me cause I wasn’t there to indulge you in your after practice makeout session.” George groans, trying to get comfortable without moving his leg around too much. “Actually, smartass I missed cheating off your work in maths.” Dream sat next to the brunet, shooting him a confused look when George’s face practically lit up like a Christmas tree at Dream's words “what?” “You said maths! Not math!” Dream just rolls his eyes, “slip of the tongue” he defended. “Am I finally rubbing off on you Dream?” Dream smirked at this. “Not like that you perv,” George laughed.
The rest of the afternoon is spent with George scrolling mindlessly through his phone, answering texts from his friends Karl and Bad wondering if he’ll be back in school soon while Dream does homework on his bed. Attention running out quickly, Dream begins getting distracted drawing on George’s cast. George looks down fondly at the concentrated face on the boy's face, tongue sticking out while he doodles. Once finished, Dream gestures down at his work of art, encouraging George to look at it. George is met with a bunch of love hearts of varying sizes along his foot. George just ruffles the blond’s hair in amusement before turning back to his phone.
George is back in school the next day, much to the joy of his friends. One thing he can appreciate from the whole incident is that he can get Dream to do basically whatever he wanted him to because it was ‘his fault he injured himself’, not his inability to skate. It was all Dream. When George got to his locker the next day, he was greeted by his best friends, Karl and Sapnap. Sapnap, being the type of person he was, was quick to ask to use George’s crutches to mess around with. Karl looked on fondly at his boyfriend’s antics before turning to George and wanting the full rundown of what happened. “So how long do you have the cast for?” Karl questions, helping George lean comfortably against the lockers while Sapnap was still fucking around with his crutches. “About six weeks.” Karl winced at the number. “It’s not that bad,” George responds, “i’ve got this idiot to do everything for me,” George runs his hand through the blond head of hair behind him feeling strong arms wrap around his waist. Dream scoffs, “it’s not my fault you fell.” “Well, if you hadn’t had practically begged me to get on that dumb skateboard I wouldn’t have fallen in the first place!” “And that,” Karl turns towards his own boyfriend, “is why you’ll never be able to get me onto that skateboard of yours.” Sapnap gives up messing with George’s crutches, bringing them back to the boy and planting a kiss on his own boyfriend’s cheek, “wouldn’t dream of it.”
Later in the day, at lunch, the gang meetup at their regular table, joined by Bad and Quackity this time. Dream is first to slouch into his seat, tired from lugging around two sets of books all day. George can be such a little bitch sometimes. The blue cast covering the lower half of George’s leg was quick to be signed by all his friends, Quackity drawing a little duck, Bad drawing a little muffin, and Karl doodling characters from whatever cartoon he had been watching recently. It had become quite the canvas. Later in the evening when Dream princess carries George up the stairs to the brunet's room, promptly throwing him onto the bed before crawling on top of him, George decides that maybe skateboarding had been worth it after all.