So you think you're bold huh?

Holy shit

A/N: I'm at an Italian restaurant right now so obviously the first thing I think of is: FANFIC!

Dream's POV:

George's lips were soft and tasted like cherries. I'd tease him later on for using cherry chapstick. He was a pretty good kisser, I mean from what I was getting here. Except he was a little timid, but for some reason that made it even hotter. I'd make sure to thank Nick for setting this up for me. I smirked against George's lips and brushed his cheek with my thumb before pulling away slowly. He opened his eyes after a few seconds and stared up at me. I swear if he ever looked at me like that again I might just fall head over heels in love.

"Well damn..." Karl mumbled from the other side of the room. I shot him a look and felt my face get hot after reality hit me flat in the face. "You're such an idiot..." George said while blushing. "Oh come on now, it was truth or dare. And you totally liked it, I'm an amazing kisser," Max snorted at us. "Y'all are cute," he said in a deeper voice than I expected.

"You can't be cute with someone you aren't involved with," George said in a snappy voice. Max scoffed, "I saw that kiss, if you weren't involved before you can throw that to shit," I got hot again. Man, I hate this, crushing on people. It's so sticky and emotional and hard. George flipped off Max and situated in his seat. "Shut the hell up," I told Max in a joking matter. He shrugged and put his feet up at the table.

George's POV:

"Karl! Truth or dare," Dream shouted. "Hmm...dare!" Dream smirked, "call your crush." His face went bright red so I knew he had one. "No way!" He shouted loudly. "Pussy!" Quackity told him while laughing. "Ugh oh my god! Fine, I'll do it! Please don't hate me." His voice was directed mostly to the side of the room Dream and I were on. I mean, the only person on the other side of the room besides Karl was Max, so I guess it made sense. I was curious as to why he felt the need to say that. I mean most of the people here are his best friends and telling your crush that you like them doesn't feel like something you'd hate them for. I shrugged and waited while he pulled his phone out.

For some reason, Dream looked nervous. Maybe he knew who Karl was calling, or maybe he wanted to get the phone call himself. That thought made my head cold though.

"Dude, you're calling me?" Nick said after pulling his ringing phone out of his pocket. Karl nodded with a bright red face. "Oh my god." Dream said under his breath, I could only hear it since I was right next to him- actually now that I noticed it we were sitting really close. "Wait..." Nick started, he can't seriously just now be making the connection. It's obvious that Karl likes him at this point. "You know, I actually expected that," Max said before yawning dramatically. "I have to agree with you on that one Max," Quackity added while laughing. I cringed, then remembered Drista and Dream. Karl and Nick can be bad bitches and I don't think I want to be the sour puss that tries to stop that. Yeah, that just doesn't seem fair to them...why is it that it makes me feel so awkward inside? I shook it off because it didn't make me feel very good.

"Nick please say something..." Karl said after a while. "Ah, it's just...you're serious?!?" Karl giggled. "Is it really so unbelievable that I could like you?" Nick shrugged. "I mean...yeah? Not for any bad reasons or anything just...why? I'm a complete shit show!" Karl started laughing. "That's why idiot,"

Nick went silent, I'm assuming to think. It'd be way too much for me to handle if I got hit with this kind of blow. I know I'd probably do something jerky that'd make everyone and me hate myself for a while. I got a sick feeling but shoved it way deep down before it surfaced. I just hope no one ever makes the mistake of loving me like how Karl likes Nick.

Dream's POV:

Detention ended quicker than expected, so George followed me out to the parking lot and got in the front seat of my car. "Hey," I started. It was the first thing we said to each other since detention ended. "Hello," he said with an awkward amount of laughter. "So...do you want to come to my house or....?" George scoffed. "Yeah, idiot, all my stuff is there. Even if I wanted to go home I'd have to at least stop by your place first," I smiled to myself after his response. He isn't acting as awkward as I am, which is relieving. That probably means he doesn't like me, so I can finally relax and keep this one-sided lust to myself. Why did I have to fall for the popular guy? It's almost embarrassing.

"Welcome home!" I heard my mom shout from the kitchen. Oh god, she isn't supposed to be home this early. "What are you doing home so early?" I shouted back, George and I exchanged knowing glances before awkwardly heading into the kitchen. "If you get a call that your kid was fighting violently with his best friend, you're going to want to be home to talk with him," She turned to face me and my whole body cringed. Shit, I knew they would call her but it didn't fully hit me. "Mind explaining to me what happened?" She asked and put a hand on her hip. My mom was sweet when she wanted to be. But she was a full-blown Mormon and fake as fuck. I mean, she was your stereotypical yoga mom who bakes too many cookies that no one even likes and stays out late probably flirting with men that aren't her husband. I couldn't say I liked her, and in all reality, if she wasn't my mom I'd probably hate her guts. But I do love her, I hate that I do too, but she's my mom and I guess I can't help it.

"He was being annoying," I mumbled and tried to leave, "hey now, don't think you're getting off that easy kid," I groaned. "You literally never care about my shit! Why the hell do you give a shit now?!?" She furrowed her brows. "Hey! Watch your mouth! This family does not use such language!" I rolled my eyes. "Um...if it's any consolation, Dream would always protect his friends...I mean, the only times I've ever seen him get violent are when the people he cares about are in danger. If he did something to Nick then it was for a good reason," George explained awkwardly. My mom sighed and put a hand on his head. "I know that kid," she said softly with a smile. "That's why I'm so worried! I want to know what's going on with you Clay!"

I stayed silent, which is my way of telling her, 'please let me go I really don't want to talk to you about this,' so she shooed us up to my room and went back to baking or whatever she was doing.

"She's...nice," George started but broke out into laughter. I smiled wide and shoved his shoulder. "She can be, but she's a lot to handle, " I explained. He nodded in understanding. "Jesus, if my parents were Mormon I think I wouldn't survive," I laughed a little. "Yeah it's pretty shitty, but I guess I can understand their viewpoint," George nodded and slumped down on my bed. I fell with him so we were facing each other on our sides. "So tell me, what in the world could have made Georgie punch Trevor?" He laughed in an annoyed but playful way and flipped me off. "He was being a pervert. And Wilbur wasn't here to literally kill him, so I guess my anger kind of...took over," I started wheezing. "Fucking go you! Protecting girls from his disgusting ass!"

"Yeah he was doing gross things with my best friend, she looked so uncomfortable it made me so mad," I nodded. "Is she someone you like?" I know it was shitty to automatically assume that he likes her from the fact that they're best friends, but I mostly asked out of insecurity. I need to know if his heart is set on someone else before letting mine get completely set on him.

"No way! I mean she's nice but she's not really my type," I smirked. "Oh? And what's your type?" He rolled his eyes. "I don't know..." I laughed a little and pulled him into a chokehold, tickling his stomach while restraining him onto my bed. "Dream! You're hurting me!" He said in between laughter and tried to push me off. "No, I'm not- how am I hurting you?!?" He whined and kicked me from behind. "Get off!" I groaned while laughing and rolled over on my back. "You suck." I started wheezing. "Heck yeah I do," I replied in a smug voice. "Oh my- what the hell is wrong with you?!?" He asked and whacked me in the arm.

Holy shit I'm down bad.

A/N: I've been doing some editing on the previous chapters so I don't know why that's relevant but yeah!