So you think you're bold huh?

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Dream's POV:

George was totally out of it while we were driving. I took him straight to my house because my mom was home and I knew she'd know what to do. Nick complained the whole time but I could tell he was too good of a person to not be a little worried. He's just like that though, he'll try and act like a dick, or like he doesn't care but in all reality, he's too nice for his own good.

I pulled into the driveway to my house, preparing for my mom to yell at me for getting home late, but I hoped she'd be too distracted with George to yell at me. I know. Wishful thinking.

Nick opened the door to the backseat and we hurried George inside quickly. "Clay! Where have you been all day it's 6 pm!!" The house smelled like lasagna and the faint waft of chocolate chip cookies. She was always baking random stuff whenever she got home from doing whatever it is she does in the day. She came stomping in, looking like she was ready to get on me for being late, but she paused when she saw Nick and me in a failed attempt to carry George over to the couch. He smiled awkwardly up at my mom while slurred mumbles escaped his mouth. "Is he drunk?!?" She asked immediately.

"Oh my god no! I don't know what happened but I think he has a concussion," I explained and rested him on the couch. She looked panicked, "Okay, what's your name sweetie?" She knelt in front of him, "It's George," I told her. "Okay George, do you have a headache?" George nodded quickly, "ringing in your ears?" He nodded at that too. "Blurry vision? Nausea? Fatigue?" He nodded to all of those, which was starting to worry me. "Okay, can I call his parents?" She asked, I shrugged. "Hey! Give me your phone,"

"It's at school," he said the groaned into his hands. "Great, Nick call Karl and tell him to bring Wilbur with George's phone," He nodded quickly and dialed Karl's number, I noticed that he had it memorized.

Wilbur's POV:

I walked into the locker room after practice, George had gone home. I felt a bit bad for him, after all, it was my fault he got hit with the ball. I made a personal note to apologize profusely once he returned to school.

The locker room was quiet without George here to spark some sort of hilarious conversation, or to make a weird noise we'd all make fun of. It was all jokes of course. I'd never seriously shit on George. "Wilbur? Wilbur?!!" I turned towards the door while putting my shirt back on. I didn't recognize anyone there that would be calling out to me amidst the half-naked guys that filled the locker room. That is until a shorter guy wearing a colorful sweater walked up to me quickly. He looked like he'd just ran for the first time in years. "Nick and Dream said..." he paused to catch his breath. "To get George's phone, and bring it to them," I was extremely confused at this point. "What? Didn't George leave already? He should have gotten his stuff," Karl shrugged. "I don't know but apparently he has a concussion and forgot his phone." I grabbed my stuff right away. "Does anyone know George's locker combo??" I asked in a hurry. "12275," Trevor said, appearing over my shoulder with a concerned look on his face. "Is he going to be chill for practice tomorrow?" I shrugged and worked on opening George's locker, not bothering to question why Trevor has it memorized.

Sure enough, his locker was still filled with his school bag, gym bag, phone, and two things of deodorant on the top shelf of the locker. I grabbed his stuff and followed Karl out to the parking lot. There was a small white car filled with smoke as soon as we got there. "Here we are, Quackity's in there, don't mind the smoke." He opened his door and the smoke flooded out. Quackity looked at us awkwardly and half smiled before saluting and breaking out into laughter. "What's the brit doing here??" Quackity asked while laughing. "I don't know Nick and Dream are with George and they just called me," Quackity, concerningly, didn't question it and shrugged before putting his cig away. "Alright! TO DREAM'S HOUSE!" Karl yelled and slammed on the gas. "Oh wait, shit that's the breaks," I faceplanted into the back of the passenger seat while Quackity started laughing at him.