So you think you're bold huh?

Layers

A/N: Bro, my fucking annoying ass neighbors have these kids and they've been screaming all fucking day I swear to god I'm going insane.

George's POV:

"I can't believe I let Dream convince me to get a tattoo!" I yelled in between laughter as we sped down the road in Dream's car. He laughed, "why do you say it like that? Would you believe it if anyone else convinced you too?" I scoffed, "I mean yeah, you're Dream. We've always hated each other," I glanced at him. "What? We've never even talked before how could we hate each other?" He asked. I bit my lip, he has a point. "Well, you know! We're so different," he laughed. "Damn right. But you know, you aren't as boring as I thought," my jaw dropped. "You thought I was boring?! I'm so interesting! I get straight A's and I'm the quarterback on the varsity football team!" He rolled his eyes. "The things you do aren't what make you boring or not. It's who you are!"

"Oh, I mean I never thought of it like that," Dream turned the radio down and pulled into the beach parking lot. "Come on! I want to show you something," He got out of the car then ripped his boots and socks off and put them on his seat. He smirked up at me then ran onto the sand. I did the same but hesitantly dug my toes in the sand instead of bolting right into it. "Let loose George," He walked over to me and put his hand out for me to grab. It would be crazy to hold this guy's hand. It's Dream for Christ's sake. Everyone hates him.

Despite that, I found myself grabbing his hand and letting him pull me over to the water. The tide was really low today, so shells littered the sand and rocks held little tide pools filled with crabs and small fish. "Woah," I muttered while still holding onto his hand. He smiled back at me. "Isn't it nice?" I nodded and wandered off, pulling him with my hand. He was laughing behind me then stopped and spun me around. I turned red out of embarrassment and let go of his hand awkwardly. "Don't you ever come here?" Dream asked, probably noticing my amazement. I chuckled and scratched the back of my neck. "I don't really have time to mess around like this,"

"That's depressing." He said right away, I sighed. "I mean, not if you don't think about it," he turned his head with a somber look on his face. "You don't seem like the type of person to just not think about something," I froze. He was right. "If you never get out and do something with your life it'll escape your grasp before you know it," I groaned. "Not all of us can just ditch responsibilities to have fun," I told him in a harsh voice, immediately regretting it. "Yeah and not all of us can sit in the same routine life forever," I frowned. "You're an asshole," he laughed, "you are too,"

We joked about it until we decided to walk along the sand. "So, George. What's your story?" Dream asked me while we walked along the beach, the water crashing against our feet every now and then. "Tell me your story first," I told him, hesitant to open up, to Dream especially.

"I don't have much of a story though, just a social reject with no purpose," I smirked. "You got that right," he shoved my shoulder playfully while laughing.

"Hey, Dream, why don't you just do what people like? You'll probably be more popular that way," I asked and looked up at him. "I'd rather be the last person anyone on the planets wants to hang out with than pretend I'm someone I'm not. It's not my fault I'm confident, it pisses people off to see someone as different as me love myself," I looked down at my feet. If I'm being honest I have thought that about him. How it's not fair that a weirdo like him is so confident and happy with himself. How he isn't afraid to really be himself.

"How do you know that's really you though?" I asked after a while. He laughed softly, "it just feels right. I mean, how do you know that's you?" He asked. "I don't," I muttered, then froze when I realized I said it out loud. "Oh? Why do you judge me then? You haven't found yourself," I sighed.

"What about you though? Why are you such an asshole?" I shot him a look. "I'm not! I have really good, normal, friends who care about me. And I do Trevor's homework-" he interrupted me.

"Oh my god, such a samaritan!" Dream teased, "why do you let him push you around like that?? It's embarrassing," I wanted to get offended, but he's right, which only made me more embarrassed. "I-I don't know, he's nice though when he cares enough to be," I explained and kicked the sand a bit. "That isn't what a relationship should be, it's stupid," I nodded and kept quiet. There isn't much I can say, besides how he protects me from people like Dream...who I'm now talking to. It's weird how much can change in a day. I mean, I woke up this morning concerned about my outfit and overthinking football plays, and now I'm walking on the beach with Dream after getting a spontaneous tattoo. I mean, I'm actually opening up! I can't remember the last time I did that.

"Am I wrong?? Or are their somehow miraculous amounts of deep layers to a guy like Trevor?" He asked after the uncomfortable silence had washed over us. "Oh, I mean. Aren't there layers to everyone? Even if their aren't many..." he laughed. "Are there layers to you?" I shot him a look. "No, I told you. I'm just a football player with straight A's," he started wheezing. "Oh but Georgie, I don't believe you."

A/N: Oop- I just realized I relate to both of these characters on a concerning level. They're like if both sides of me separated into two different people. Love they for me:D *bangs head against the wall*