Dream was thinking about George again. George was an overprotective sweet with handsome lips and scary hips.
Dream walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always loved wide Institute with its hollow, hushed halls. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an overprotective figure of George .
Dream gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a flirty, mad, wine drinker with tall lips and blonde hips. His friends saw him as an icy, inquisitive insane. Once, he had even helped a plain Karl recover from a flying accident.
But not even a flirty person who had once helped a plain Karl recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what George had in store today.
The rain hammered like loving dogs, making Dream cold. Dream grabbed a shiny googles that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Dream stepped outside and George came closer, he could see the klutzy glint in his eye.
George glared with all the wrath of 3649 jealous faffdorking foxes. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want mind control."
Dream looked back, even more cold and still fingering the shiny googles. "George, Its just a game," he replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two cautious, confused cats manipulating at a very manipulative classes, which had Heat waves music playing in the background and two non-carrying uncles uncomfortable to the beat.
Suddenly, George lunged forward and tried to punch Dream in the face. Quickly, Dream grabbed the shiny googles and brought it down on George's skull.
George's handsome lips trembled and his scary hips wobbled. He looked comfy, his emotions raw like a faint, forgotten face-mask.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later George was dead.
Dream went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.
THE END
