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4- the badlands

hello! here is food

what can i say? also tommy died and then undied oop n e ways

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chapter four; blushes and stolen glances.

the meetup goes pretty well.

step dream pov
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«no, clay, you dont understand- hes so pretty. and he looked at me! and we looked at each other! and his eyes, man,-«

sorry, sap, but my thoughts are preoccupied with that pretty brunette at the moment.

who was he? is he coming to the meetup, maybe? no, that was too much to hope for. but imagine-

clay would look into hi eyes, and ask for his number, and they would go on a date. look into his pretty, very pretty brown eyes. too pretty.

i feel a surge of something- i dont like it. and suddenly im insecure. which isnt something i experience very often, but still.

and as i keep on fantasizing in my seat, sapnaps rambling providing background noise, the door to the waiting room is swung open by zak.

«the meetup starts in 5- there seems to be a little more than we expected.» i want to ask about the brunette, if hell be there, but i know zak wouldnt know what im talking about. hed probably been busy staring at bad the whole performance.

so we let our prep team fix us up, and wait for the groups of people to stream in.

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time skip to the end of meetup
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okay, now im starting to get anxious. i mean, there was never any real hope that they would actually come, but come on.

the rest of the meetup had gone surprisingly well. yeah, of course there were a few teenage girls shooting their shot, but he and sapnap would always just laugh it off.

and so when the door opens for the last time, i barely bother to lift my eyes.

but when i do, im met with a beautiful sight.

hes here- the brunette! so he did come- of course. as i look at him i take in a few details.

hes shorter than me- 5'8 maybe? and hes talking to his friend- the one sapnaps been drooling after. its obvious theyve been running.

i quickly realize hes british, as hes panting and laughing with his friend. and then he looks at me, as if finally realizing his situation.

«oh, right.» the brit says, a bit under his breath as he slumps down on one of the seats across the room.

he looks at me for a second, until i realize im staring. i feel a blush rising up my cheeks as i reajust my position in the chair and look over at sapnap.

«uh, hi,» sapnap is the first to say something, obviously flustered.

«hello, im- karl!» the american brunette, karl, takes initiative with a smile, although a bit flushed.

«and this is george,» he says and points to the brit. «huh?» 'george' looks like he was about to fall asleep.

karl nudges him in the ribs and nods to us. «oh, right, yeah. sure..» george slurs a bit, obviously tired. he seems to try to pull himself together a bit, though.

«im taking it you know who we are..?» karl nods, muttering an 'of course', but george looks awkward. i look over at sapnap.

«uhm, i really just bought tickets for karls birthday? i honestly havent heard you guys before, sorry..» george laughs a little, seemingly embarrased.

«oh- well, im sapnap and this is dream. nice to meet you! you said something about a birthday?» sapnap easily starts conversation with karl, me and george sitting in silence. until karl seems to bring up a topic that catches my attention.

«wait, what about minecraft?» george seems to reawaken at my voice.

«oh, yeah, me and george play a lot, you didnt know? he has this whole channel, with like five million subscribers-« karl shuts up after earning a glare from george.

«woah, thats really cool! whats it called?» sapnap butts in. karl seems to want to say something, but george gives him another look.

still, karl mouths something to sapnap when george isnt looking.

after this, we start talking about minecraft, but this time its mainly me and george. he seems perfect, almost- the looks, the smarts, the humor...

it seems like ive known him forever. after a while the conversation deepens, george rambling on about some fanfic about his friends. it had revolved around one of our bands songs, apparently.

i find myself zoning out a bit at this point, trying to count the small freckles dusting george's cheeks and nose.

suddenly he stops in hus tracks and looks at me. «dream?» i immediatly feel a blush creeping up my neck as i smap out of it.

«sorry- sorry, youre just pretty.» the sentence blirts out of me before i can stop it. shit. i hear saucepan start to wheeze beside me as a blush dusts georges cheeks.

somehow making him look even cuter, if possible.

«uhm, thanks? youre not too bad yourself.» george seems surprised at what he just said as my blush goes darker. karl starts giggling now aswell.

the conversation quiets from there on, but not uncomfortably. sapnap starts boasting about the performance, and karl just nods along to everything. me and george sit there, but its not awkward.

he does catch me staring at him, though. multiple times. but thats fine.

sapnap looks up at the clock suddenly. «shit!- its been two hours-« we all look at the clock simultaneously. «what?!» i hear george mutter.

«i guess we should head home now..» karl says, yawning at the end of his sentence.

as they stand up from their chairs, and i cant help but hinknof how im the perfect height to kiss georges forehead, i scribble down a note.

as i hand it to george (luckily the others were busy staring at each other), i mutter 'a little something for your friend.' witha smile. george giggles a little at this, which i find extremely endearing.

«the hospital bill is on you when he faints, dream,» now its my turn to giggle. we hug goodbye as they walk through the door.

i smile knwoingly, remembering the two phone numbers on the paper currently in georges pocket.

my smile turns into a grin as i get in the van, seeing a text pop up on my screen.

'hello? its george, is this band guy?'

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AN
this was the last chapter of the badlands! coffee au soon (;

lmk if yall want an epilogue <3

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