FUCK YOU! → ( dnf )

FIVE

eleventh grade
clay dream --

"the arena is so fucking boring, do we have to go there?"

dream turned his head when george spoke, rolling his eyes. "yeah. it's warmer in there," he said.

"aw~ dream can't handle the cold. how cute," the shorter boy teased, turning around to face him.

"i can handle it, just would prefer to be warm," dream shrugged, walking at a faster pace to walk in front of george.

"uh-huh, whatever you say," the brown-eyed boy shrugged, sticking his tongue out.

he kept doing that. god, why did he have to be like that? dream stuffed his hands into his pockets with another shrug.

"why'd your friend wanna go home?" nick asked, breaking the seemingly growing tension. "is he banned from th arena?"

"no. he just has this. . . thing where he gets nervous and irritated sometimes, he decided it better for him to go home," george said softly. "he's more comfortable when it's just us."

"what a fuckin' pussy," dream snorted. "can't handle being around people? how's he survive?"

"he might have anxiety, dream," nick said with a shake of his head. "s'not a joke."

"what, are you a therapist now? sheesh. take a joke, you bastard," dream groaned, turning back around with a soft chuckle.

they approached the arena, stepping inside one by one before finding a place they could sit and eat the rest of the pizza.

"here's fine," nick suggested, sitting down before anyone could object. dream sat across from him, dropping the pizza box onto the table as he tucked his legs under the tabletop.

"hurry up and eat it, i'm bored of it already," dream said, leaning back in his seat with a soft huff.

"what? if we don't eat it fast enough, you're gonna throw it away? y'know it's in a box, right?" george mumbled, leaning onto the table and resting his head on his forearm.

"maybe i'll throw it out right now, mouthy bitch," dream scoffed, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

"don't call me a bitch, bitch," george laughed, rolling his eyes. "you're a piece of work."

"yeah? and you're fuckin' ugly, so you don't really get to say anything," dream shrugged, crossing his arms as he tilted his head back.

"what do my looks have to do with my opinion on whether you're a bitch or not?" george snorted, kicking tue blonde's shin beneath the table.

"because you're ugly, duh? like. . . when have you seen an ugly person get what they want?" dream laughed, tilting his head back down when george kicked him.

"i always get what i want, if i really want it," george told him.

nick rolled his eyes before getting comfortable in his chair. he didn't feel the need to butt in at the moment, but he would if things escalated. he really didn't want to get kicked out.

dream rested his arms on the table, biting his tongue as he looked at the shorter boy across the table. "oh, yeah? name one thing you've gotten," he hummed.

"well, for starters, your aunt is terrible in bed; doesn't shut her fuckin' mouth, so i put it to better use, as you like to put it," the brunette laughed lightly with a shrug. "ask her how my dick tastes when you see her next."

dream tilted his head to the side, brow bones creasing together. he let out a short laugh, looking from george to nick, then back to george. "yeah? didn't know you fucked dead people, georgie. what a weirdo," he hummed, leaning back in his chair once more.

"oh. . . uh. . . sorry, i-"

"yeah, yeah. don't wanna hear it. i don't care," dream shrugged, rolling his eyes. "better off."

"no, dream, i really didn't mean to-"

"shut your mouth before i punch you, yeah? just shut the fuck up," dream growled, picking at his fingernail.

george looked at nick, who just shrugged in response. "do you want to finish the pizza?" he asked.

nick shook his head, so george grabbed the box. he bit his lip, offering the box to dream but got no response. he carried it to the trashcan, tossing it in before leaving for the washroom.

"dream, do you wanna talk about it?" nick asked, resting his hands on the table.

"i'm fine. s'been years, just wanted to fuck with him," dream shrugged, continuing to pick at his fingers. "you think he's gonna stick around? y'know, be a friend?" nick asked.

the blonde shrugged. "dunno. he's got a lil' bit of fire in him, but i don't know if he can handle us," he laughed, leaning forward.

"well, i mean. . . he was nice to me yesterday when we walked together, he said he would like to hang again. . . i don't think this is what he meant, but, i like him," the brunette smiled lightly. he wouldn't admit that one of the main reasons he liked george was because he spoke against dream, he'd keep that to himself until he was six feet under.

"yeah? i dunno, we'll see. his benny friend kinda irks me, though," dream hummed. "i dunno, he annoys me."

"i think he has some, uh, mental stuff, y'know? like he might have brain trauma. i don't mean that in like, a bad way. . . but, y'know?" nick couldn't quite find the words he wanted to use, he hoped dream understood.

"i dunno dude, do we really wanna be friends with a mental bitch?" dream hummed.

"hey. you and i both know we have mental problems, too, so. . ." the brunette laughed, shaking his head.

"yeah, you're a walking basket case, man," the blonde teased, moving to sit next to the other. "but, you're my basket case."

"yeah, yeah. fuck off," nick laughed, leaning into dream's shoulder with a soft sigh. "love ya." he muttered.

"hey, don't try and gay me," dream teased with a scrunch of his nose. "you big fairy."

"dream, you're a whole ass fruit cake. don't even try me," the brunette snorted with a shake of his head.

"hey, what's wrong with that!" dream scoffed, pushing the other away. "fag."

"i'm not the one who's gay, dream," nick snorted, sticking his tongue out at him.

that reminded him of george. where was george? why was he taking so fucking long?

"do you know where george went?" he asked.

"i think he went to the bathroom, why?" nick shrugged, sitting up.

"he's been gone a while, should we like. . . check on him?" dream mumbled.

"aw~ dream has a crush," nick cooed with a soft chuckle. "but, maybe, yeah."

"all right," dream nodded. "and i don't have a crush!"