Please George, Don't Go // dreamnotfound

9: ~Number 5~

George's POV
Dream went to take a shower whereas George went down to the kitchen to make some breakfast since he was able to take one first.

They were supposedly going to eat at Sapnaps place but he wasn't sure when that might be.

At One? Two? Five? Eight?

Who knows.

Grabbing the box of cereal from the cabinet, he also gets a silver spoon and a white bowl.

He quickly ate the small meal before the blond could finish his shower and get dressed, of course being successful and putting the dishes into the dishwasher just as he heard his bedroom door open.

"I'm out, you ready?" His hair was still dripping with little droplets of water as he headed down the stairs while he wears his lime green hoodie.

"Yes." George walked outside the house and waited for Dream to unlock the car door, getting into the car immediately after him doing so.

He sat in silence as he waited for his friend to come into the car as well, the trip would take about an hour to get to Sapnaps from Dreams place.

Honestly the dreams I've  been having never really bothered me, or atleast not to any major extent.

Just. Just when he wrote that song, it sounded sweet but it was about the dream.

And he wouldn't have known that..

The door car swung open on the drivers side, the tall blond getting in. "We'll be starting the test now, good luck everyone."

He wasn't in the car he had just been in but now in a..classroom?

A pencil and sheet of paper in front of him, the room filled with students and a teacher standing up front.

He wasn't near the front but more towards the back as he didn't know anyone and chose to keep it that way.

Plus being in the front meant more attention when doing absolutely anything.

Getting up, sneezing, coughing, even dropping a pencil. All eyes would look up to you instantly.

It's not like he'd do it himself as well but it's different when looking at the person gaining attention and being that person.

The thing that was like icing on the cake was being the new student at school, an American school.

No one really put in an input towards his accent whenever he was asked to introduce himself or answer a question but everyone would end up having widen eyes or a look on their face that said otherwise.

Looking down at the paper, it was a total of fifteen questions on the front of the page.

English was never really a strong subject even while being back in UK and especially now that everything was a little bit different in America.

People might've been noticed how difficult of a time he'd been having, almost half the class finishing within twenty minutes.

"Hey, are you okay?" The person to his left was leaning over to tap George's shoulder.

He had black hair, simple black cut jeans, a white cloth bandanna that held his fluffy hair from his face, and a fire designed hoodie. "Y- yeah yeah. Why?"

"You just seem, off or like you're struggling." He said concerned.

"I'm fine. English has never been a strong suit honestly and it changing didn't really help."