High schools Cues // Feral Boys

chapter 5

Tw: smut. Nothing else for tw just smut. I'll remind you when it starts and if you dont wanna read it then skip to the end. It'll give you a recap.

Vote. I spent so long on this today, tysm ily.

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Sunday went by extremely fast same old same old. Dream and George had plans to hang out at the "ferals boys" tree house but Dream was a little to scared to text George first and ask if they were still going. It was going to be at around 7 they met up and then everyone was gonna come at 7:30. He knew Sapnap and Quackity had to sneak out so he wasn't sure if they were going. It was 6:45. It only took 3 minutes to walk there. There was no school on Monday due to "teacher meetings" so it didn't really matter how long he stayed out till, but he wanted to be home for drista.

"Arnt you going somewhere?" Drista said looking up from her phone. Dream nodded lightly.

"Then what the hell are you doing?" He began to speak then stopped himself. He thought for a moment before grabbing his sweater and slipping on his shoes.

"Are you going now?" Drista asked.

"Yeah I'll be back by 8:30. you gonna be okay?" He asked, leaning halfway out the door and looking at her.

"Yeah I'll hold down the fort, can I get patches?" Drista asked.

"Yeah," Dream semi yelled while walking out the door. He quickly tumbled down the steps and began to walk down into the woods. There was a dead end on his street and he'd just take the path to the tree house. His phone buzzed.

-Hey Dream, we are still meeting up early right?

-Yeah I'm omw be there in 1

-im already here sys

He walked down looking at the tall trees. Only some leaves were starting to grow back. He arrived and began to climb up the wood later before tumbling in and removing his leather jacket. The treehouse was actually really nice, there were bean bags everywhere and 2 chairs. There were speakers and lamps connected to an energy saver for camping. The treehouse was actually pretty tall. Not a lot of people ever actually went in it because not many kids even knew it was here. It even had it's own mini fridge, and a vault that you needed a code to unlock. George put his phone down.

"Look who the cat dragged in!" George smiled a little sarcastically.

"I get it George you're a cat." Dream teased sticking his tongue out. He was standing directly in front of George who was sitting.

"You must have been dropped on your head as a child" George teased.

"How would I be able to give head? You silly goose." Dream laughed at his own tone and looked around the treehouse.

"Wow, I did an amazing job here." Dream said proudly. George scolded him.

"I agree we did an amazing job." George pouted. Dream rolled his eyes. He was still standing. He didn't really wanna sit.

"My lip hurts." Dream whined. George raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" George asked, a little concerned.

"I cut it on a sharp chip, I don't even know how." Dream said, biting lightly. He kinda liked the way it felt with pressure.

"Aw does dreamy weamy have a booboo? Does dreamy need me to kiss his booboo for it to go away?" George didn't think about what he said before he said it.

"You wanna kiss my lips?" Dream asked, smirking and holding back a smile. George realised what he had said and looked up at Dream slightly embarrassed.