So you think you're bold huh?

Frosting

A/N: I have a god complex and I feel obligated to be the coolest person ever, so here I am stating to you all that I am in fact the coolest person ever:D

George's POV:

"Stop looking at me like that," I said after a while. Dream had gone silent while looking at me. I couldn't tell if he was thinking of something random or if he was actually observing my face. Either way, it made my stomach feel weird. "No. You're pretty." I felt my face get hot so I shoved his shoulder and flipped to the other side of the bed, facing away from him. He laughed and pulled out his phone, going silent again and letting small clicks and dings from his phone fill the room.

~Funky time skip~

I stopped living with Dream after a week, except we never really stopped hanging out. Outside of school, at least. I don't think I've run into him or his friends since the day in detention, and if you asked Dream, he'd probably have the same response. He stopped hanging out with the guys as well- which you'd never notice unless you know Dream. I kind of feel bad, but what am I supposed to do? Dream and I aren't even that close.

It was finally the week of homecoming though. All the preparation and hard work with football are hopefully going to pay off, if not I think I'd sink onto the floor and pass away. I'm just hoping my dad can make it to the football game this week. I could care less if my mom comes because she never fucking does(my dad doesn't either but that's beside the point)

"Okay. Game plan," I looked up to Dream who was sitting on the couch across from me. It was another one of those days where my house is empty and Dream is the only one who I can ask over without completely stripping myself of dignity. So, naturally, he's over quite a lot. "What do you mean, 'game plan?'" I asked in an annoyed voice. "I mean, we're two months away from the COCO, and we've hardly made any progress," I groaned. The COCO was the competition we were going to with the Code club. It quite literally stands for, "COding COmpetition"

"What do you mean?!? We've done about two-fourths of the work together, the only one who hasn't made any progress is the rest of the club!" I said defensively. He laughed at me, "that's what I mean," I scoffed and took a drink of the Coke bottle Dream brought over for me. "Why are you so snappy today Georgie?" He asked and shut his computer. "I am not snappy!!" He laughed, "shut up I heard it too," I told him angrily. "Seriously though," I groaned. "My dad's in London. LONDON!" He winced and turned his head sympathetically, seeming to read the situation perfectly. "And the game isn't in London?" I nodded and shot him a frustrated look for figuring me out. "You fucking suck." Dream started wheezing.

"How does someone suck because they understand you?!?" He asked while laughing and threw a pillow at me. "I'm just being an ass home. Come on Dream I thought you understood me," I teased and threw the pillow right back, hitting his head. He got up and wandered around my family room. "How come you've never shown me your room??" I shrugged. "What's there to show you?" He shrugged too, "I wouldn't know, I've never seen it," I laughed and flipped him off. "We can just stay down here it's fine my parents are across the world right now," he shot me a look. "It's not like we're doing secretive things," I turned red and looked back at my computer. "Idiot! That's not what I mean!" He started wheezing and walked up behind me. "I'm still serious about you dying your hair blue. You can do it like mine, so we'll match," He ran his fingers through my dark hair which had grown out more than usual, and started curling up. "Dream!" I shouted and flicked his hands away. "Hey, George can we play a game?" I turned to face him. "Like what?" I asked in annoyance. "Catch me and I'll give you a prize!"

Then before long, he disappeared up the stairs. "Dream!!" I yelled and followed him up the spiraling stairs in the center of the family room. My house was pretty large. The floors were marble and the carpets were white and shaggy. The pillows were all silk and the decor was minimalistic and simple, with a few expensive paintings my parents collected throughout their adulthood. My father loves memorabilia but my mother loves simplicity, so to compromise we have a huge closet filled with football memorabilia that my dad somehow cares about. I don't think I've gone in that room more than ten times in my life though. Besides that, the rest of the house is boring, white, expensive, and empty.