toxic | dnf ice skating AU

the "date"

george wakes up with a yawn. he feels a constant vibrating coming from beneath the blankets somewhere. he tiredly fumbles around for his phone,  and answers the call without thinking.
"hello?" he asks, beginning to sit up.
"george! you coming soon?" it was wilbur. george looks at the time on his phone. it read '11:49 am. he begins to panic, sitting up straight.
"yeah, gotta pick up a friend first," he says, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"ooh, what friend?" wilbur jabs.
"some guy i met. name's clay," george says, trying not to make it into a huge thing, though wilbur seems to make everything into a huge thing. george stands up and walks over to his closet, looking for an outfit.
"so is this like a tinder date you're dragging along or a real boyfriend?" wilbur asks.
"shut up, will. you know how i am with that stuff," george comments, looking around i'm dirty laundry for his black jeans he had worn earlier that week.
"i know, i know," wilbur responds.

what george meant by 'you know how i am' is the fact that he hadn't really decided on his sexuality yet. he hadn't figured out what he felt. he had a girlfriend not even a year ago, but his entire life he's liked guys in the same way he's told to like girls.
"anyways, i'll see you in a bit. people are here and waiting, gogy!" wilbur reminds him before hanging up. usually will isn't this passive aggressive, but he knows george forgets plans often and just needs a gentle reminder most of the time.

george finds his black jeans and grabs his beige sweater and throws it over his head, grabbing his coat as well. he pockets his phone and his keys off his nightstand. as well as the book he was reading, "hitchhikers guide to the galaxy". george runs down the stairs and yells a quick bye to whoever was in the house at the time, not bothering to check.
he gets in his car and starts up the engine, pulling out of his driveway and heading to clays house. he sets the book in a cup holder, hoping it'll
strike a conversation or something, he really hadn't thought this far yet. george then waits for a red light to look around in his bag on the backseat and finds twenty dollars to spend. he pockets the money as the light turns green and eventually makes it to clays house.
george: 'here'
clay :): 'omw out :)'
george looks at the time as it reads 11:58am. he curses under his breath knowing wilbur will annoy him about being late, because he's seemingly always late. only time he ever isn't late is practice, school, and funerals. even weddings aren't an exception. once, for wilburs dad, philza, was getting married a couple years ago, and he was late for that because he forgot to wear a suit. wilbur told him fancy, so he wore his black ripped jeans, a supreme t-shirt and coach shoes. which he then realized half way to the wedding what he meant by fancy.
"hey," clay greats, hopping into the right side of the car and into the passengers seat.
"hey," george said, a little scared by his sudden movement. he must've zoned out.
george begins to pull out of their driveway and into the street, driving to meet wilbur. he assumed everyone was already at the mall, so he drove there.

"so," clay started. "you're quiet," he pointed out.
"what?" george said looking over.
"you're quiet," he repeated. "what's up?"
"oh, nothing," he says with a breathy laugh.
"right, sure it's nothing," clay says sarcastically,
rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
"i'm being serious!" george says, laughing a bit. clay laughs at his attempt of a defense. george playfully hits clays arm with one hand.
"i'm serious! stop that!" he demands, laughing even more.
"stop wh-" clay stopped himself mid sentence to wheeze out a laugh. "stop what?" he spits out.
"that!" george huffs, annoyed, and puts his hands back on the wheel.
he soon turns into the mall parking lot, and scans for a parking space. as there going down the rows, he sees a fancy looking black car with led lights flowing out from under it. he decides to park across from it, knowing who it was.
clay and george step out the car to view the other car.
"this is wilburs brother," he said, gesturing to the license plate that read out 'pig pork'. sounds stupid but his brother has seemingly always had a thing for pigs.

"damn didnt tell me everyone here was rich," clay pointed out, half serious. he scratches the back of his neck, looking at the lowered car.
"because they're not," george states, walking to the car. he goes to the drivers side and knocks on the window. "tech get out here," he calls over muffled music. window rolls down and reveals a larger built man, muscular. he had blue eyes and decently long pink hair that faded brown at the top. his hair was braded into a loose braid and he was wearing a white dress shirt with high waisted black pants and combat boots.
tech steps out of the car and grabs his cross body bag from his cup holder area.
"tech, this is clay, he's my friend. clay, this is tech, he's wilburs brother and also my friend," george adds, gesturing the two to eachother.
"hi," clay puts out his hand to shake.
"hi." tech says, walking past his hand and towards the mall.
george and clay walk a bit behind him when entering, far enough where he can't hear the two.
"what's his deal?" clay asks, trying to sound as nice as possible.
"he doesn't seem to like you," george says bluntly.
"what!" clay whisper screams. "what do you mean he doesn't like me?"
george laughs. "you act like you've never been rejected before- by like, anyone," george comments.
"shut up," clay huffs, adjusting his letterman's jacket he wore.

outside the doors to the mall stood two females and two males.
"hey, he made it!" wilbur announces as george walks up.
george responds with sarcastic jazz hands that makes everyone laugh a little.
"clay, this is wilbur, ranboo, nikki, and minx," he says, pointing out each person. there was a tall brunette wearing a beige sweater and black jeans and an even taller black haired male with a white t-shirt on and black ripped jeans. a smaller woman with short, pink, hair wearing a black t-shirt with  black high waisted shorts and a loose jacket that draped at her arms, along with a woman with long, dark purple hair, wearing a long sleeved black shirt that was tucked into a skirt that was short in the front and longer in the back, almost resembling a pirate.

"guys, this is clay. he's my-" george paused for less than a second, "friend." as they others gave small greetings, wilbur glared jokingly at george, giving him a face that screamed, 'really? him? i mean he isn't awful but i certainly didn't expect you to go for someone like him'.
"so, shall we go in?" wilbur says after finishing his glare. there were a few responses in agreement, and they proceeded inside.
"i wanna go to spencers," minx says, hitting wilbur lightly to let him know.
"i wanna get some food," tech announces.
"yeah i didn't eat anything before i came," george agrees.

"here, we all split up to shop a bit and then meet back at the food court in an hour, deal?"wilbur says, turning to everyone.
"deal," everyone responds.

"so how'd you guys get the nickname ranboo?" clay asks as they started to leave.
"long story," all of them call at the same time, including george.