FUCK YOU! → ( dnf )

SEVEN

eleventh grade
george davidson--

"shut up!" the brown-eyed boy grumbled, rolling his eyes as he took a drag from his fifth cigarette that night. "twat."

"he's using his british insults against me, oh no!" the blonde snickered, rolling his eyes. he took the blunt from nick's hand, taking a drag.

"are you guys gonna fight all night? seriously, can we just chill?" nick groaned, leaning back against the couch cushions.

"oh, come on. it's so fun. bet i could make him cry," dream mused, rolling his eyes as he took another drag before passing the blunt back to nick.

"oh, please!" george laughed, rolling his eyes as well. "you'll be crying and begging me for an apology before a tear leaves my pretty eyes."

"you wanna test that theory?" dream snorted, standing up to loom over the shorter boy who sat comfortably slouched on the recliner. "faggot."

george stood up. "oh, so we're using slurs now, huh?" he laughed, shoving dream onto the couch. "do you even know what it means?"

"i can say it," dream shrugged, remaining on the couch as he glared up at the boy. "i'm allowed."

"are you?" george hummed, tilting his head to the side. "then why are you using it as a slur?"

nick took a few more drags from the blunt before setting it down on the ash tray. "all right, calm down," he groaned, standing up and pulling george away from the blonde.

"fuck off," dream hissed, taking the cigarette from between george's lips and resting it between his own. he then stood up.

"my name's george and i'm a little bitch," he mocked, combing his fingers through his hair. "i have a mental friend and i think i'm better than everyone else."

george rolled his eyes, taking the cigarette back before putting it out on dream's thigh. "shut up," he laughed, flicking the stick onto the floor. "i don't think that, stupid."

"can we please just chill? i'm so tired and i don't want to stay up babysitting you freaks," nick sighed, slumping down on the same recliner george was sitting in beforehand. "i wanna sleep."

"god, you're so annoying," george moaned. "we're not gonna kill each other or anything." he ran his fingers through his hair before sitting on the couch. "just sleep if you want, i'll take care of him."

dream laughed lowly. "i promise not to murder him if you sleep," he huffed, stepping up to the boy and ruffling his hair. "unless he does some dumb shit, then, i may have to break my promise."

nick closed his eyes, sighing gently. "yeah, yeah," he mumbled, rolling onto his side before tucking his knees under his arms.

george looked up at dream, rolling his eyes. "you're annoying," he scoffed, taking the blunt from the ash tray with a gentle hum.

he seemed to like that phrase. 'you're annoying'. dream didn't think he actually found them annoying, in fact, he thought the exact opposite. maybe george didn't know how to express friendship.

"george?" dream asked lowly, sitting down on the couch next to him and pulling his leg up to his chest.

"mhm?" george hummed, tilting his head up to look at him. his dark eyes met with the blonde's for a moment before he looked away again.