So you think you're bold huh?

Juice

A/N: Bruh I have FUCKING school tomorrow and I'm seriously not in the damn mood to do that. Good thing is, I'm still fully online(BECAUSE AMERICA COUDLN'T GET IT'S SHIT TOGETHER SOON ENOUGH) so I don't have to actually go to school. Online is still ass though.

George's POV:

"So, what's your deal?" Tommy asked while we walked to the parking lot. I shot him a look, "what?" He shrugged. "You're a senior, and you play football, but you have an accent," it wasn't until then that I realized that Tommy also had a British accent. "Oh...yeah, it's really American influenced though, but we go back every summer, and my parents work in London, so the accent still sticks. You're British too?" I asked. "Oh, yeah. America fucking sucks! And Americans are the fucking worst!" Toby started laughing. "You're right about that one," I paused. "You have an accent too?" He nodded. "Yeah, Tommy and I grew up together, then his parents decided to move and...I kind of came with him. We've been here for like a month now," Toby explained. I sighed. There are really only two English people in this entire town. Wilbur and me. Although Wilbur's accent is way more American than mine. Now that Tommy and Toby are here though, we have more English people to enjoy. 

"Ooh," Wilbur chimed in and started talking to them while Puffy and Ranboo talked. I hung back until we got to the parking lot where Niki was cutely bopping her head to the music in her earbuds and writing something down, which I assumed was homework. Her head popped up excitedly when she saw us, and she immediately took her earbuds out. "HI!" She waved to show us to hurry up. "Who are these guys?" Niki asked while smiling. "Tommy, Toby, and Ranboo," she didn't seem too confused, and just packed her school bag up so we could get going. "Coach Philza wanted us to show them around and stuff," I explained and sat in the front seat where I always sit. Wilbur got in the front seat and started the car while all four of the others squished in the backseat. "Good enough!" Puffy yelled. 

"God damn it Ranboo! You're shoving your huge ass knee into my thigh!" Tommy yelled. Ranboo apologized immediately and tried to scootch over, but couldn't go that far since he was already shoved into the locked car door. Toby was laughing his ass off, which made the rest of us laugh because his giggle turned out to be completely contagious. 

The drive to the juice bar was mostly smooth sailing, except I suspected an unspoken rivalry between Ranboo and Tommy. "Fuck you daddy long legs! You take up so much room!" Tommy yelled at one point.

The juice bar was everything to us. We've come here after school practically every day for the past three years. It's literally just called, "juice N stuff," which isn't entirely exciting, but it is popular. There's a window seat we always sit in, and I can't remember the last time I ordered anything other than a mango-strawberry smoothie. "Okay! Since you guys are freshmen and haven't experienced the delight of Juice N Stuff, as your upperclassmen, we are required to bring you here," Niki said excitedly and grabbed Ranboo and Toby's hands, pulling them inside the restaurant. I laughed and we all followed them inside, then sat down at the window seat in the back. 

The cushions on the seats were an ugly red print that looked like old motel carpeting. But, it smelled amazing in here, and out the window, you got a nice view of the beautiful parking lot. "That view is just breathtaking, really," Ranboo said in a sarcastic voice and sat down with us. 

"Heyy! What's up, man!" Jax, a pretty popular guy, held his hand out and high-fived Wilbur as he passed by with his group of friends. "Hey! Party at Cas's house!" Jax yelled back. "YOU'RE ALL COMING GOT IT?" Cas told us. We all laughed and waved as he and his friends walked out of view. Cas is best friends with Trevor, so is Jax. They're the type of friends to sleep with each other's girlfriends, get in a fist fight about it, then laugh it off like it was nothing. I never understood why they called each other best friends. How can you consider someone who treats you like that, you're best friend? Theres no emotional connection, at all.

I have, Jax, Cas, Trevor, Wilbur, and the football team, then I have, this group, which is way more real. You tell me which one you'd prefer.

Dream's POV:

"We should go somewhere!" Quackity suggested after an awkward amount of time. I shrugged and hauled myself off the couch, then grabbed my shoes and cat ears. "The essentials," Nick rolled his eyes. "You're just drawing attention with those," he told me. I laughed, "as if my hair, outfit, shoes, and entire vibe don't already do that, might as well go all out," I smirked and put the ears on, then ran upstairs and grabbed my car keys. "WE'RE GOING OUT!" I shouted up to my mom. "Okay! DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!" She yelled back from her bedroom upstairs. 

I was wearing a green and black hoodie that I spray painted a smiley face onto, then my old converse with beads strung onto the laces and writing all over. Plus ripped black skinny jeans, sharpie painted nails, and eyeliner, also my jewelry and shit. I was in shape, mostly because I used to feel like I needed to work out to fit in, then I fucked that theory to the moon, but working out still stuck, kind of to cope mostly. But I wear a lot of baggy stuff, and layering, so my figure was rarely shown off. I didn't find the need to either, I'm confident in what I wear, and how I act, so I roll with that. 

"Alright boys, let's go!" I yelled down to the basement, and shortly after they all ran up excitedly. "We could go make all the mannequins at Target touch each others dicks, or we could go to the mall and pretend that we're a family and take shitty family pictures, or we could watch the little kids at the park get hurt, or-" Nick started, but I cut him off. "All wonderful options, but I could really go for some food, or juice or something," Karl shot up excitedly. "JUICE!" I laughed and got into the front seat of the car, then watched as the rest of them piled in, Bad sitting in the front, and Nick, Karl, and Quackity all in the back. 

I drove a jeep, an old one too, with a shit ton of bumper stickers and old lady seats. But it was nice, and we could roll all the windows down and blast music. Plus, no one else but Karl has a car so I'm our designated driver most of the time.

The nearest juice bar was really close to school, a lot of people from our high school went there, but I didn't mind. It has amazing smoothies and juice, plus chips and shit, so I like to go on occasion. We pulled into the parking lot, which was nearly full, then got out of the car quickly and chased each other through the parking lot until we bolted inside, the door slamming louder than expected when we ran in. We paused after the loud bang, then all eyes were on us. I got a few dirty looks, which is to be expected, so I laughed and headed to the back to find a table. 

The rest of the guys followed quickly, whispering stuff amongst themselves. We sat at one of the window seats then broke out into laughter. "Why did you slam the door, you idiot!?" I flicked the side of Quackity's head while wheezing. "I didn't expect it to slam god damn!" He replied and shoved my arm away, which made me laugh even harder. "Curse Dream's tea kettle laugh, it always gets us kicked out of places," Bad said in between giggles. 

"Hey! Can you guys keep it down plea-" 

A/N: Haha, theres a little fun cliffhanger for you.