Fall For Me // dreamnotfound

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The next day after school Wilbur and George meet up at the local burger joint where the locals hang out. It's George's first time going, and he's honestly nervous. He hopes that he doesn't have to eat anything apart from maybe a salad. Recently he's been hard on himself about food and gaining weight.

"So George, how have you been? We haven't talked properly like this in ages," Wilbur takes a drink of his chocolate milkshake, which George hadn't gotten one himself.

"I've been good enough, you know how father is," George laughs nervously. Wilbur is the only person that knows of his father's hatred of the LGBT community as well as men in anything feminine. He had found out about this when George showed up to their lacrosse game in primary school with a large bruise on his eye.

"Right, is he still as much of a piece of shit as I remember?" Wilbur says point blankly, and upon seeing George's hesitant nod, feels bad. "Sorry that was harsh."

"No it's true. After my mum's death he's just gotten worse," George sighs. "I just wish I could express myself without fearing being kicked out of my own house."

"I understand," Wilbur takes another drink and looks at George's face, seeing the light scratches that are still there. "Did he give you those?"

George puts a hand on his cheek and nods, seeing Wilbur's expression turn cold and angry. "It was an accident, though, he really didn't mean it."

George always tries to make excuses for his father's behavior. He's done it since he was a child. Wilbur doesn't seem to believe this, though. "You know you can tell someone about it right?"

"Wilbur I'm eighteen, nobody will give a shit," George laughs emotionlessly. After they had been talking for hours, he wonders exactly how their conversation turned into Wilbur being George's therapist. He almost feels bad. "Besides, after I graduate I'm leaving."

"That doesn't mean he doesn't deserve to rot in jail," Wilbur says maybe a little too harshly. "Sorry."

"You're right, but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm just hanging in there until graduation. If I get kicked out now there's no hope for me in the real world."

"If he does kick you out you can always live with me," Wilbur offers the brunette a soft smile, which the shorter returns.

"Thanks Wilbur. I'm so glad that after all these years we're brought together again. It's so refreshing to have a friend like you here, someone that understands me," George says. When he says understands, of course he means someone that knows about his past and is always here to help, even if he doesn't want to seek it out.

"Of course, I'll always be here for you," Wilbur nudges George with his elbow from across the booth. "I noticed that you're becoming close with Dream and his friend group."

"Yeah I am," George smiles happily without even realizing. "Karl lives next door to me and introduced me to them on my first day. Now I just seem to fit in with their group, it's amazing."

"I'm glad, they're really nice people. I always hear things about Dream, but we've been on the football team together for years so I know that he's secretly a good person."

"Yeah, he is," George smiles again without knowing.

"You like him don't you?" Wilbur asks suddenly.

George's eyes widen at the question. "What? Why would you say that? I don't like him."

"George," Wilbur raises an eye at his friend. "I've known you since you were like five, I think I know when you like someone."

"Well you're wrong, he's just a friend," George crosses his arms.

"Is that why you kissed him at that one party?" Wilbur raises an eyebrow seductively.