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George glances over occasionally at the tall, blond haired green eyed boy that sits next to him hoping he won’t notice.
His name is Dream, or that’s what everyone calls him anyways. He is extremely shy but also very extroverted. That's the beauty of this boy. Well, not all the beauty. George has to admit, Dream was extraordinarily handsome. But it doesn’t matter anyways, nothing will ever come of it.
It's only been a few weeks since George moved to America. His father got a job at this very large company and was sent to work in Florida, dragging the rest of the family along with him. It was a bit of a culture shock but he’s starting to get used to it.
The first week of school was hard, he felt like an outsider. Everyone already had their groups, and he didn’t feel like he fit in to any of them. So he sits by himself in most classes. He doesn’t talk to anyone, just does his work quietly.
George watches it rain from the window of his math class. He watches as the water droplets drip down the glass and he notices the puddles that are starting to collect in the potholes of the parking lot. A large crashing sound causes him to break out of his mesmerized trance and jump slightly in his chair. He knocks his pencil off of his desk and it clatters to the floor. He turns to get it and is met face to face with Dream.
“Oh shit. Sorry,” he says, reaching to take the pencil from Dream’s outstretched hand.
“No it's fine, here you go.”
George starts to feel his cheeks get hot and takes the pencil and turns away quickly before Dream can notice the pink that has started to spread across his cheeks.
“Alright,” the teacher says. “For the lab you are going to need a partner so I'll give you all a few minutes to get that settled.''
George immediately knows he's fucked. He's gonna get stuck with some other outcast of the class who doesn't even know what they're supposed to be doing and it is going to bring his own grade down and-
“George?” a soft voice questions before he feels a hand tap his shoulder gently, breaking him out of his thoughts of existential dread.
“Yes?” he asks, turning to be met with emerald green eyes slightly hidden by wisps of dirty blonde hair.
“Do you maybe want to be my partner for the lab? Only if you want to of course.”
George smiles at the stutters in Dream’s voice and pretends not to notice the light pink that has started to bloom on Dream's tanned cheeks.
“Yeah, that would be okay.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Cool.”
Dream pulls a chair over to George's desk and they wait for further instruction.
After working together for a little over a week the pair start to become much more comfortable around each other. They joke around, never seeming to get any real work done. One day George was just walking towards the cafeteria when he hears his name being called. He turns around to see Dream jogging towards him. Dream catches up and slings one of his arms over George’s shoulder.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, what is it?” George asks.
“Can you help me with the assignment we got in math?”
“Yeah, what do you need help with?”
Dream takes his arm off of George's shoulder and runs his fingers through his hair. “Um, all of it,” he mutters nervously.
“Okay, well name a time and a place and I'll be there.”
“Well I haven't thought that far ahead.”
“You're an idiot,” George chuckles.
“Whatever,” Dream says, rolling his eyes. “Do you want to come eat with us?”
“Us? As in plural? You have friends, I'm shocked.”
“Oh shut up,” Dream scoffs “Are you coming or not?”
George follows Dream into the busy cafeteria. They weave between the tables until they reach a small round table with three other boys George doesn't recognize.
“George, this is Karl, Sapnap and Quackity. Guys this is George.”
“So this is the infamous George.”
“Sapnap shut up,” Dream utters threateningly.
The guy addressed as Sapnap raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything.
George becomes fast friends with the group. All of them have vastly different personalities, but they work together so well. Quackiy has a very loud and boisterous personality, Sapnap was the kind of guy that seemed like an asshole until you really got to know him and Karl had a very kind, giggly sense about him. That combined with Dream and George’s personalities makes a really strange but oddly cohesive group.
But the more and more time that he spends with them, the more he notices how feelings start to develop. He notices how his stomach flutters whenever Dream laughs, and how his cheeks turn red when Dream compliments anything he does. How all that he can think about is how perfect his best friend is. How much he wants to be more than friends.
And he needs someone to confide in, normally he would tell Dream, but for obvious reasons he can't do that. And he can't tell any of the other three either. So he resorts to the next best thing.
He dials a number that he knows very well. The phone starts talking to him in its robotic voice, telling him that long distance charges may apply. George rolls his eyes at the message while he waits for the call to go through. He sits and waits for the person to pick up the phone. It rings for a while and he starts to think that he's not going to get an answer, but on the very last ring someone picks up.
“ Hello? ” the voice asks quietly.
“Oh shit, were you asleep?”
“ Uh yeah, ” Wilbur chuckles.
“Oh sorry, I forgot about timezones. I'll call back tomorrow.”
George goes to hang up the phone before Wilbur stops him.
“ No no, it's fine. ”
George hears the rustling of blankets signifying that Wilbur sat up.
“ What’s up? ”
“Okay so, there's this guy,” he begins. And before he knows it, he has poured everything out to Wilbur, just like he always has.
“ Okay, wait. So, let me get this straight. there is this guy, that you like, you think? ”
“Yes exactly.”
“ And what precisely is your issue?”
“I don't know what to do.”
“ Tell him?”
“Wilbur, it's not that simple.”
“ Then what would you like me to do? ”
George sighs exasperatingly. “I don’t know”
“ Okay here's the best advice I have. Just don't let him slip away. ”
“I forgot how shit you are at giving relationship advice.”
“ Well you called me so, you get what you get. ”
It doesn't take long to learn that the more affectionate George acts towards Dream, the more affectionate Dream is in return. They flirt constantly, which pisses off the other boys immensely. George isn't sure exactly where they stand, whether their affection was platonic or not. Both of them act all nervous around each other all of the time. But they have fun nonetheless.
And all of senior year seems to go by in a flash. Next thing they know, it's spring, the end of the year starts to approach, along with prom.
It kind of went without saying that Dream and George would be going together, so George didn’t expect to go home to balloons and streamers up around the front door of his house and a dirty blond haired boy standing on his front step.
“Dream, you are a fucking idiot and I hate you.”
Dream smiles. “Well if we aren’t going to have dates, I might as well be extravagant about saying you should go with me.”
“And what if I don't?” George taunts.
“Then I would be very sad and would cry.”
“Okay then, cry.”
“Whatever,” Dream scoffs.
As prom night nears closer, worries for college begin to grow stronger.
“It fucking sucks that we won’t all be able to go to college together,” Quackity exclaims.
“I know it’s just, this year has been so amazing and I don't want it to end.”
“Oh be quiet Dream, at least you’re staying in the country,” George adds sulkily
“Well you don’t have to leave me. You could stay and we could live happily ever after.”
“Oh get a room you two,” Sapnap says disgustingly.
Dream rolls his eyes before collapsing to the floor with a huff.
“So, what do you think?” George asks after turning away from the full length mirrors of the tailors.
Dream tries to suppress a smile but his viridian eyes glow lovingly. “I think you look very handsome in a suit, George.”
“Good cause you’re the one who’s going to have to be seen with me next weekend.
Loud music blares through the hazy gym. George clings onto Dream's arm in order to not lose him in the crowd. George feels his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulls it out. The bright screen causes him to squint to read the contact name.
“Hello?”
“ George, do you and Dream want to come with me, Karl and Quackity. We’re gonna take my dad's truck. ”
“Did you get permission?”
Silence, and then, “ Yes .”
“Sapnap?”
“ Okay, no, but he’ll never know. ”
“Fine. But if we get in trouble it’s on you.”
“ Doesn't matter, we need a last hurrah. Meet us at the bleachers. ”
“Okay. Bye”
“Who was that?” Dream asks.
“Sapnap. He wants us to go with him and the other two. This way.”
George grabs Dream's hand and leads him through the crowd towards the bleachers. They stand leaning against the side of the bleachers waiting for the trio to show up. It takes them ten minutes to finally make their way over.
“Ready?” Karl asks.
Dream glances over at George. “Ready as we'll ever be.”
The five boys sneak out through one of the back exits of the gym and run down the path through the woods to Sapnaps house. He takes the key out of his pocket and unlocks the door quietly before shuffling his friends into the house. They tiptoe up the stairs and down the hall. They all leave a spare change of clothes at each other's houses, so each of them changes out of their suits.
One by one, they all make their way out to the truck that was parked in the driveway. Sapnap and Karl get in the front, George Dream and Quackity in the back, with George in the middle. Sapnap starts the truck and begins to back out of the driveway.
“Where are we even going?” the blond questions.
“Do you remember when we first started high school?”
“No way, are we going to the spot ? I thought you forgot about that.”
George looks around confused. “What’s the significance of ‘the spot’?”
“Some stupid place that Dream and Sapnap found when they started freshman year,” Karl explains. “They decided that since they found it when they starts high school, that is how they would end high school.”
“Then roped me and Karl into it, and now you,” Quackity adds.
“It’s not stupid, we said that we would end high school the way we started.”
“Dream, that’s so, corny.”
“Shut up George, no one asked for your opinion,” Sapnap snaps.
George rolls his eyes then lays a sleepy head on Dream's shoulder. He wraps his arm around George and stays that way for the rest of the drive.
When they arrive at the base of the mountain Sapnap parks the truck before hopping out. The other four follow suit. Dream and George lead the way up the path, using their phones as flashlights. Somewhere along the way they lose Karl, Sapnap and Quackity. Once they reach the top, Dream turns to look at George.
“I’m going to miss you, George, a lot,” Dream admits.
“Stop, I’m not leaving yet, not until August. We still have a few months.”
“Okay but still.”
“Still what?”
“George,” he whispers breathily. “Please don’t leave”
George's lips twitch in a small pained smile. “I wish I didn't have to.”
“You don’t.” Dream leans in so his lips are hovering closely over George's. “Just stay.”
Dream’s breath is hot and tickles the sensitive skin of George's face. Sounds of heavy footsteps and laughter interrupt their moment and Dream scrambles away.
“George take this,” Sapnap says, handing George an already opened beer that he presumably stole from his parents.
“Here's to us,” he says while raising the bottle in the air
“Here’s to us,” the other 4 chime in reply before clinking the glass together.
Everyone in matching gowns and graduation caps. The huge final ceremony. George listens impatiently for his name to be called. Finally he hears it. His name followed by “University of Oxford.”
He hears applause as he stands up and makes his way onto the stage. He turns to scan the crowd for his friends. Karl, Sapnap, Quackity, but specifically Dream catches his eye. His smile was bright, his green eyes were glimmering.
George was going to miss him the absolute most.