The Audition (dreamnotfound)

our spot, our home

A/N i started writing this in a hotel in florida on vacation but there's no rest for me #girlboss also sorry in advance for the heavy dialogue 

TW: yelling, swearing

"Hey George, it's me! Quackity! You may want to talk to me you may not, but I'm coming home. Yeah, you heard me, I'm coming to see YOU! And Sapnap and Karl, of course, but don't tell them that you were my favorite friend. Anyways, I have to go, but hopefully ill see you tomorrow? BYEEEE!"

   The voicemail was left ringing on repeat in George's head from 9 pm until 9 am. He couldn't sleep at all because of the familiar voice, that old, happy tone that felt like home. His best friend  --old best friend-- was coming back. Was he happy? Yeah. Was he also angry as hell?

   Definitely. 

   As much as he didn't want to hold a grudge, as much as he did understand, George was fuming. He spent fucking MONTHS coping over Quackity leaving, and although it was for an opportunity of a life time, he could have texted, called; he could have done ANYTHING to keep in contact, but he didn't. 

   Did Alex ever even care about him at all?

   He cared more about a record deal--of course he was going to care about that, but still--than his own friend, his family. And now, after all of the time learning to heal the wounds, he is just coming back to open them again.

   He's coming back to hurt George, again. Quackity is coming back just to put another dagger in his heart, and he didn't know if he could handle that. 

   It was now eleven in the morning, and realization struck him deep, his eyes quickly widening.

   The plane was landing at that very moment in an airport that was twenty minutes away; the plane that was carrying him. 

   Should I go to the airport? Should I meet him somewhere? Should I-

   As the thoughts crowded his brain, an unexpected ding rang from the phone that was sitting on George's desk, signaling a text had been sent from who could only be, the one and only, Alex Quackity. 

   Meet me at our spot:)

   Their spot. It was a simple location, but the memories they had there meant more than anything to both of them. Their childhood, their teenage years, every moment they could have spent there they took it, and savored it like it was a sweet piece of candy. The place, you may ask, was just a park. It held swings, slides, monkey bars, and all of the classics. Next to the park was a field full of a variety of flowers, including roses, dandelions, tulips, and tons more; it was like the background of a movie.

   It was the home George never had.

   It would be scary, seeing Alex for the first time in what seemed like forever after he broke George's heart, but maybe it would be worth it in the end. Although it was going to be tough, he knew he would regret it if he didn't go. 

   He was tired of feeling that way for every single move he made.

   So, instead of letting time pass by as regret flew through his head, George took the wheel of his life and stood up, getting his shoes to put on. He tied the laces on them, but his mind was a train wreck. What was he going to say? Does Quackity even remember the right spot? 

   What if he messed things up like he did with Dream?

   Although he was frightened, he had to face the music and see him again; in a hug-it-out way or a scream-it-out way? He didn't know quite yet; but George was going to find out, today.