So you think you're bold huh?

No way

A/N: Well, I'm FUCKING sick. It's chill though, I've been hiding away in my room reading manga:D Anyway, I actually feel like shit so I'm finally adding a new chapter to this.

Dream's POV:

After putting on my manliest voice, I called the school, then George and I got ready to leave. He looked cute in my clothes, so much so that I almost wanted to take a picture, but I scolded myself for thinking so carelessly. I didn't really know where we were going, so I ended up heading to a cafe downtown. "Don't you think we're a bit far from home??" George asked as I pulled into the cafe parking lot. "Eh, it's fine. Plus there's some really exciting stuff down here," George groaned and followed me into the small, but crowded cafe. Luckily, the line moved quickly and we were eventually able to order quickly and take our seats at an empty table in the cafe. "It's cute here," George said in a soft voice while looking around. "Yeah, I think so too," 

The tables were wooden and moved a little since they weren't completely sturdy. The floor was also wooden, but a lot darker than the tables. The walls though were a light blue color, and there were lime green accents all around the cafe. I thought it was cool, plus I'd come here a lot by myself. I don't usually tell people about the place since it's far from high school and a good place for me to get some quiet time to think. But something about George told me it'd be cool to let him in on the secret. "So, do you come here a lot?" George asked and looked up at me. I nodded while laughing softly. "Yeah, it's like my favorite place. Don't tell anyone though," he laughed and put out his pinky finger. "Alright, I promise," I took it with my pinky then let go softly. His touch lingering slightly on my hand. I almost zoned out for a moment but I shook it off and focused on the ceiling above me. George looked up too. "What? What are you staring at?" I looked back down at his face, which carried a soft expression. 

"Nothing, I just think it's cool," George studied it for a few more seconds before looking back at me and catching my wandering eyes on his face. I looked away immediately, thankfully meeting gaze with the waiter, who was bringing us our drinks and food. 

"Thank you," I nodded softly and started eating the bagel I got. 

"So, tell me. Why are you doing code club if you can't code?" George asked after a while. "Oh, well I've always been into video games and stuff, so I guess it just seemed cool," George laughed at me a little. "Well, I guess that's more a reason to learn," I smirked. "Yeah, what about you? Why did you do football?" 

"Well, I did American football back in England because my dad's American. He almost made it to the minor football league in high school before he had a bad injury. I guess I've always looked up to him. Plus, football was the only way I could please my dad. My mom though always hated football. Mostly because she thought it distracted me from my studies. I figured, if I worked hard enough in school I'd be able to make time for football while pleasing both my parents. Then we moved. And now my dad doesn't even care to see me play, he just wants to see trophies and wins and stuff, and my mom only cares to talk to me if it's about my school work," 

Come to think of it, I've never seen his parents anywhere. It's not like I'd have any reason to, but he's always alone at games and school events. Plus she didn't seem to care that he had a concussion, which I thought was odd. I mean, I knew he was rich and lived in a huge house which he had to himself most of the time. I'd always envied him for it. I guess even people like George had a deeper side. And here I thought he was just some basic football bastard. 

"Do you even like it?" 

"Football? I mean sure, it's a good sport. But I'd rather get a scholarship and go to university for computer science. I could work at a big company like Microsoft or Sony. That wouldn't go well with my dad though, he's always dreamed of me making it to the IFAF world cup or something like that. Which would be cool, but I don't think I could handle that kind of attention anyway,"