FUCK YOU! → ( dnf )

THIRTEEN

george davidson
eleventh grade--

he left dream's house early that morning, heading home to change and get ready to head to benny's house.

"hi, mum," he greeted once he walked inside. "i'm gonna go to ben's, but i gotta get ready first."

"okay, dear," his mother replied gently with a nod. "have fun, don't stay up too late."

he nodded before going upstairs. he walked into his bedroom, putting on a change of clothes. he left again after putting cologne on.

"bye, mum," he waved before leaving the house just as soon as he'd arrived.

* * *

"what'd you do at the party?"

"not much. drank, smoked, had sex," george shrugged, taking a drag from the cigarette between his lips.

"with?" benny asked, chewing on his lower lip. he sat in a criss-cross position, leaned against the headboard of his bed.

"dream," george shrugged, blowing smoke over benny's head.

"oh," benny mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "i don't like him."

"don't care," george laughed. "i like him. i would like to have other friends, and if you don't want that, that's your problem."

"i don't mind you having friends," benny said with a shrug. "i just get. . . weird vibes from him. i worry about you."

"well, don't. you're not my mother. i'm fine. i've always been fine. you should know that more than anyone," george sighed, putting the cigarette out in the ash tray. "you know i'll always love you like a brother, and i'll never replace you, but, i wanna be able to have other friends and not worry about you getting upset over it."

"i want you to have more friends! of course i do! i just. . . i'll always worry. it's in my blood, george," benny said softly with a shrug.

"i love you, but i wanna explore more opportunities, and right now nick and dream are my opportunity at more friends," george sighed, resting his hand on the latter's knee. "i will always be here for you when you need me, but i can't always be at your side when you don't. promise me you understand that."

"i understand. promise," benny nodded, wrapping his arms around the other. "i want you to do what makes you happy." he offered a warm smile before sitting back down.

"well. . . i can't say that dream makes me happy, but, being around him and nick has given me something to look forward to around here. a chance at something new," george said softly as he pulled his knees up to his chest. "i promise you i'm not going to leave you behind, but if you won't hang with me and them, then that's okay."

benny nodded. "i just don't like parties. i. . . well, i can tolerate your new friends," he laughed, sticking his tongue out at the latter.

"thank you, you're the best," george grinned, shuffling to lay his head in his lap.

"i know," benny laughed once more, puffing out his chest.

"okay, mr. cocky."

"shut up!"

* * *

"i talked to benny."

"oh, yeah," dream laughed softly, taking a drag from the smoke between his fingers. "and?"

"well, i told him about last ni-"

dream covered george's mouth with his hand. "shut up! don't. . . don't mention it. it's not happening again, all right? forget about it." he growled, letting go of george before sitting back down.

"oh, sorry," george shrugged, picking at the grass. "why's he taking so long?"

"he's probably doing lines. without me," dream groaned, laying on his back. "the audacity that kid has."

george chuckled softly with a roll of his eyes. "i doubt it," he said.

"you do lines?" dream asked, turning to look at the brunette from his place on the grass.

"never tried," george replied with a shrug. "don't really care to spend money on hard drugs."

"i bet you're a cokehead," dream sneered, poking george's side. "or do you prefer heroin?" he hooked his leg around the boy before tackling him onto the grass.

"just weed," george laughed, holding his hands above his head to keep the smoke from getting in his eyes. "and nicotine."

"would you do coke with me, though?" dream asked; still managing to get smoke in george's eyes, despite him blocking with his hands.

"maybe." was his response before the blonde was being shoved hard in the shoulder. "stop fuckin' talking about drugs in the middle of the park, you morons!"

"he's back!" dream laughed, raising his arms in the air. "finally!" he sat up, kissing nick's face a few times.

"fuck off," nick grumbled, pushing dream away from him. "let's just go." he walked ahead of the two, mumbling softly to himself.

"what's up with him?" george frowned, tilting his head to the side before he started to follow after the other.

"dunno, he probably got blown off by somebody last night," dream said with a shrug before moving forward to walk beside the other boy, leaving george at the back.

"should i invite ben?" he asked the others.

"does ben do coke?" dream asked.

"uh. . . no?" george laughed, scrunching his nose.

"then, no!"

george couldn't tell whether or not dream was joking about the coke, but he couldn't be bothered to care at this point. he shrugged, jogging to catch up with the others.

"how do you even get coke?" he asked, lowering his voice as they walked into town.

"a dealer, duh?" dream snorted, flicking the shorter boy's forehead. "i have a lot at home though; unless someone found it and stole it last night."

"well, i doubt anyone could get away with stealing your coke, dream," nick said with a scoff. "you'd kill them."

"i would, wouldn't i?" the blonde laughed softly with a shrug. "well, we're gonna have fun tonight, boys!"