Fall For Me // dreamnotfound

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As Monday rolls around George feels refreshed. He's slept off his anger and upset feelings, and figures school would make a good distraction. For the most part, it is, until his phone rings with another message from the unknown number that had practically harassed him before.

It's during lunch when George gets the text. He looks around, hoping to find someone on their phone that could have sent the message, but sees nobody standing out in particular to him.

+1(xxx)xxx-1029: i know you were with dream at the party

George: okay and?

+1(xxx)xxx-1029: and you remember what i said about that.....

George: how about you mind your own business

+1(xxx)xxx-1029: sweet george, this is my business... and soon enough everyone will know about your little fling

George: who are you? and it's not a fling

"George?" A voice from across the table snaps him out of his trance and George looks up to see practically everyone looking at him.

"Hm?" George hums in confusion, turning off his phone.

"Dream was talking about his party Wednesday and was asking if you'd be there," Sapnap says.

Right, next Thursday everyone gets the day off of school so of course there would be a party the night before. George is intrigued seeing as Dream hardly throws parties, but he can't help but think of the last one on Friday. He looks over to Dream who gives him a reassuring smile.

"I guess so," George says quietly and shrugs, averting his attention back to his phone.

"What's so important that you're ignoring us?" Karl asks, pretending like he'd got his feelings hurt.

"Nothing," George rolls his eyes and slumps his head onto the lunch table. "I'm tired."

"Maybe you should've thought about that before staying up until three in the morning working on the code," Dream laughs as George sticks his tongue out at him. The rest of the table laughs in agreement.

"You all suck," George mumbles, patiently waiting for the bell to ring and for class to be dismissed.

When lunch finally does end, George ends up sluggishly walking to his next class. He needs to muster up all the energy he can before later today when he hangs out with Wilbur. The two had decided on talking after school then hanging out at Wilbur's house, which George is excited about.

As the bell rings, dismissing everyone from the last class of the day, George quickly leaves in search of Wilbur. He finds the taller male sitting at a picnic table in the back of school thats overlooking the football and baseball fields.

"Hey Wilbur," George sits next to him and sets his back pack down on the table, stretching out his legs as much as he can.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack," Wilbur says, putting a hand over his heart. George had arrived so suddenly and just plopped next to him, which took him by surprise.

"Yeah I'm stealthy, I know," George laughs. "Anyway what did you want to talk about?"

"Right, I wanted to talk about your college plans and what you're going to do when you graduate," Wilbur says, turning to face George.

"Jesus man you're sounding like my guidance counselor or something," George groans, looking for any signs that Wilbur might be joking. He doesn't find any. "Well I'm not sure what I'm planning on doing. I think I want to do something with coding, but I haven't looked into anything yet."