everlasting || dnf

1.3

🔴TW- alcohol🔴

*georges pov*

wilbur and i had been sitting on the couch, looking up and listening to dream talk on the phone. it was very much obvious he was beginning to get upset, which one, scared me just a bit. he had a vibe about him that entailed he was scary when mad, though at the same time, i was terrible at reading people.

"scarlett, what the fuck?!" dream raised his voice at his phone. it startled me a bit, but i couldn't help but wonder what was going on. he glanced over at wilbur, his eyes closely resembling the one my father had when he was upset with me. he made his way outside, thankfully, shutting the door softly.

"what the hell was that about? and who's scarlett?" i asked wilbur. wilbur pressed his lips into a tight line, assumingely debating weather to tell me or not. he sighed deeply before opening his mouth to answer me.

"scarletts his girlfriend. she sucks, he's totally fucking manipulated by her. i tried to get him to leave but it hasn't worked."

"hmph. interesting." i huffed at his words. scarlett. i repeated his words in my head until i heard distant yells come from outside. wilbur had already put on a movie, which i didn't even realize with being so deep in thought. he had put on Up, obviously knowing it's one of my comfort movies. my smile picked up upon seeing the movie, that was until wilbur got up with a uncomfortable look on his face.

"i'll be right back." his voice short and timid as he walked out of the living room. i desperately wanted to follow him and figure out what was going on but i figured that might be a bad idea.

why do i care? why does he appeal to me so much? he's so goddamn charismatic but when has that changed anything for me before? there has been many people that came up to me, and i wouldn't simply brush them off and ignore them. small talk was the escape, so why couldn't i just brush him off? would it be so bad if i became friends with him-?

my thoughts were cut off by the two of them walking into the living room. wilbur fell back down on to the couch, letting out a loud sigh. dream went and sat on the end of the L couch.

i looked up at him, my eyes soft and my smile apologetic. he shook his head and smiled back at me. i went back to fiddling with the hem of my shirt and zoning out.

what was my plan here? was i just going to.. become friends with him? normally i wouldn't, but i'm going to be stayin in the same room as him for two weeks. maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have someone to be with when college starts...

"george ! you should go try on the skirts for us !" wilbur exclaimed, sitting up almost immediately. before i could even think about it, i found my face getting hotter and a soft pink dusted across my face.

"why?" i really didn't want to, especially not in front of them. what if i looked bad, or if they judged me? i don't think wil would but i don't know dream nearly enough to know if he would.

"because they're pretty and you are gonna look pretty and we wanna see." wilbur begged, extended the word 'see'. i rolled my eyes at his childish antics.

"he's right, you're gonna look pretty as hell, but if you're not comfortable, you don't gotta come out. you should at least try them on." dream chimed in, the blush that had left moments ago reappeared.

"fine. i might be back in a second." i huffed. i heard little victory cheers coming from the both of them as i left the room with my bag.

this is going to be so fucking embarrassing.

i slipped into the bathroom upstairs, grabbing the plain black skirt out of the bag. i examined it, my nose scrunching up at the thought of possibly showing them. i slipped off my sweatpants and quickly pulled up the skirt. it looked like i was wearing anything seeing how long my shirt was.