exposé

three

After a long lecture from Quackity on 'letting himself relax for once', George agreed to sit with Dream and his friends again.

One time turned into three, and eventually, George found himself fully integrated into their new friendship group. He'd ditched his teammates from soccer and instead hung out with people who were interested in him despite the sport that he played. Quackity joined them too, obviously, always promising to stick by George's side no matter what. The two rarely got sappy with each other, but the notion made George's heart squeeze in gratitude anyway.

He spent a lot of his spare time worrying over it. Sitting with them shouldn't be as big of a deal as it was, any other normal person would be able to without a care in the world, But that was just it, wasn't it? George was normal, he was probably the furthest thing from it. He had so many secrets clogging up his little head that he had almost no room to give in and enjoy himself.

Dream's friends were great, and George knew deep down that none of them would intentionally hurt him. Sapnap was kind and seemingly didn't give two shit about gender or sexuality, or even dynamics. If you ignored his fiery scent, you could almost just pretend that he was a Beta instead of an Alpha. He was loud and funny, yet very obviously care more for his friends than anything else.

Karl seemed just as secretive as George, which actually gave him a sense of familiarity rather than wariness. Karl bounced off of Sapnap and Quackity with practised ease, which George later found out was because he was dating Sapnap and had been friends with Quackity for years. That fact alone made him more comfortable and eased any underlying anxieties George had about the younger man.

Bad was... well, he was just Bad. A general sweetheart who consistently looked out and cared for their little group. He disappeared a lot to meet one of his other friends- a boy called Skeppy who wasn't in any of George's classes and didn't really hang out with the people he knew either. George had a mild sense of trust for Bad within a week of sitting with them, giving him an instant win in George's book.

And then there was Dream.

George had never gotten along with someone, much less liked them as quickly as he did with Dream. He was an utter goofball and was constantly messing around, but you could very easily see the love and protectiveness he had for his friends if you looked past his humorous persona. He was soft when it mattered and would drop anything in a heartbeat if one of them needed something.

It also didn't help that George was very, very attracted to him.

He honestly couldn't help it, it was quite literally impossible not to be. Dream was the prettiest guy he'd ever seen, and his personality was even lovelier. George could barely make eye contact with the poor boy because of how flustered it made him. Dream's eyes always seemed to be searching whenever they met George's, and the action made him nervous. Currently, Dream was the last person he'd want to find out about his second gender.

He couldn't risk losing someone like him.

As much as he loved it, being around Dream had its consequences, too. George's control on himself seemed to falter every time he was around the taller boy, making the tight grasp he had on his Omega threaten to slip. If it wasn't Dream's scent causing problems, it was his stupid smile or his wheezy little laugh. George was infatuated, and it was becoming dangerous.

x-x-x-x-x

A month and a bit of school had flown by, and George was already getting tired. The multitude of AP classes he was taking, alongside his home life and soccer practice after school was wearing him down. His friend group was one of the only things keeping him going, and he was more and more thankful to have them every day.