In The Dark

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Mature Language Warning

It's a warm Saturday in the beginning of October. George swings his legs off his bed and takes a look around the room.

"Everyone must be at breakfast," He mumbles to himself. He checks his phone and it's 9:42 am. "Shit." He slept in. George grabs some clean sweat pants and a navy blue T-shirt that seems to be a bit too big on him. He puts on some slides and leaves his room.

George briskly makes his way down Wing B, making sure not to let anyone know how late he slept in. Some room doors stand ajar while others are shut tight. George sighs loudly and takes in everything around him. This will be a long year. 

As he gets closer to the dining room he can smell cinnamon rolls and hear the chatter of a few hundred boys. He stands in the doorway for a moment, scanning the crowd for his friends. When he can't find their table he grabs himself a tray of food and walks over to a group of three boys sitting on a bench. He recognizes two of them from homeroom.

George walks over to a younger boy whom he had seen fighting with Dream the previous year. "Hey Tommy," George says, sitting cross legged on the ground. Tommy is a tall, skinny boy with messy blonde hair. 

He looks up at George. "Ayo! George!"

George flashes a smile and looks over at the third boy. "Who is this?" He says, nodding his head at a tall boy with fluffy, light brown hair.

"Ranboo!" Tubbo pipes in. Tubbo sits in between the two. He is slightly shorter than Tommy and has neatly cut brown hair. His real name is Toby, but only Tommy calls him that. 

"Wow. That's a name. How did you get that one?" George asks, eyebrows raised. He always enjoys meeting new people, especially when they are friends with people he knows.

"Long story short. Tubbo wanted to give me a nickname before he knew my real name. He read a sticker on Room IIV in Wing D wrong," Ranboo quickly murmurs, still chewing some food.

George pushes his brows together to signify that he is lost.

"Rainbow. Toby read a sticker that said rainbow wrong. And that's his name now." Tommy says, shoveling cereal into his mouth.

"Ah," The boys sit in silence for a moment, picking at their food. 

Tommy is the one to break the silence. "I can't wait until I'm 17. Then I can fucking go outside on the weekends."

"What?" Ranboo questions.

"Weekends are free days. You can play games, make food, read. You can also go to the beach, but only if you are over the age of 16," George answers with a friendly smile. He had turned 17 last November in his second year at Shore, but not many of his friends were old enough yet so he rarely went swimming on their free days. 

"That doesn't seem fair," Ranboo replies. Tommy and Tubbo quickly nod in agreement.

"Well I gotta go find my friends. Tommy, have you seen Dream?"

"Uh, yea I think they went to go eat in the library," Tommy says. He redirects his attention to his friends and they blabber on about random topics and how Tommy is in love with a girl back home.

George nods at them and stands up. He makes his way to the library upstairs, making sure to not drop his tray. When he walks into the library he can hear laughter and loud noises.

"Hey," George says, peaking around the corner of a wooden bookshelf.

All the boys jump. "George! Sit." Dream exclaims while patting a place right next to him on the floor. "Sorry I didn't wake you earlier." He sounds apologetic.