Our little game

Simp

A/N: Song suggestion: Dear God it's a Psychopath Killer And He's Coming Right For Us- Strawberry Milk Cult        

Dream's POV:

"Babe! Are you ready to go?" George yelled from the family room. I grabbed my suitcase and walked down the hall and into the family room. "Yup, you?" He motioned towards his luggage and smiled up at me. "Ready," I walked over and hugged him while holding my bag in the other hand. "I'm excited," he smiled up at me, then stood on his tippy toes to kiss me. 

"Me too," 

It's been a week since Nick left, so we've been alone, except both of us have been crazy busy with work and streaming, and there's this huge rumor going around that George is dating some random guy online that kind of looks like me. He's blonde and tall at least. So now everyone is going crazy about that, I don't even know how that fucking started, but it's been a hassle to take care of. Especially since it's been trending on Twitter and everything. Plus, now everyone is trying to cancel the Dsmp members for making DNF jokes because now George has a boyfriend. Wait until everyone finds out I'm his boyfriend. 

The funniest thing about it all is that the fans think it's one of Nick and I's friends. Especially since we all went to the concert together, and that's when George kissed me and everyone saw, and he's been living here for so long. It's so dumb like I feel like that would just form even more DNF rumors than before. Like it's RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES! But they aren't quite getting it. 

George hasn't even addressed the rumors because if he says, "I don't have a boyfriend," he'd be lying, but if he says, "I do have a boyfriend," he wouldn't be able to say who his boyfriend is, so people would keep trying to track down some random guy. It's fine though because now we're going to London together, and we'll get to visit a lot of our friends. 

George wants me to record his vlog with Wilbur, Niki, Jack, Tommy, and Tubbo. So, I'll be doing that the day we get there. They're all traveling from where they live in the UK, to George's flat, and Wilbur's picking us up from the airport. I'm hyped, like super hyped.

"I'm excited to be back home honestly," George yawned as soon as we got into my mom's car. She and Drista are taking us up to the airport. "Hi boys!" My mom looked back and smiled at us, I waved. "Hi, it's been a while," I replied, then lightly nudged Drista while smiling. She looked back with a smirk on her face.

"So...is it true you have a boyfriend?" She asked George right away. I nearly choked on myself and he turned red. "Isn't it Clay though, sweetie?" My mom asked her. I froze, how the hell did she know that?? "What?" Drista asked. "Well didn't you see the picture of them at the concert?" My mom asked. Drista pulled out her phone and searched for a few seconds. "Oh my god," she looked back and smiled. "Hah! I knew it!" I rolled my eyes. "Don't be a weirdo," George was next to me laughing his ass off. "Why are you even laughing?!?" I asked him and turned so I could make eye contact. 

He paused. "What? I'm not laughing Dream, you're crazy," he covered his mouth and chuckled. I put him in a headlock and rubbed his hair. "Ahh!" He belted out. "Clay! Be nice to your boyfriend!" Mom scolded. I turned red and let go of him. Drista started laughing. "You guys are embarrassing stop!" George was laughing so much he was crying. I groaned and hit the back of my head onto the headrest. 

Drista started blasting music, a lot of Wilbur Soot and Harry styles. "Wait, here give me the aux," George said, Drista reluctantly handed it over, and George started typing something in on his phone. Then, familiar music started playing.

"NO! George turn this off!" He smirked. "PEOPLE CHANGE LIKE THE TIDES IN THE OCEAN AT LEAST I THINK OR AM I DEAD WRONG!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "Georgeeee," I whined and sunk back into my seat. "FOOT AT THE BREAKS AT THE LIGHT I DON'T NOTICE I SIT AND WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT SONG!" My mom joined in, oh god. "SING IT CLAY!" Drista yelled. "I hate you guys so much," I said then, obliged. "Now that interstate is paced with memories," I sang in the most unenthusiastic voice ever. "You can do better than that babe!" George yelled, which made me blush. Being gay in front of my friends is one thing, but my family is another terrifying level of being out.