So you think you're bold huh?

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A/N: My dads on the phone with my racist, transphobic uncle and we're all trapped in the car isn't that fun? *bangs head against wall*

*F slur warning*

Dream's POV:

"WIN THIS GEORGIE! WIN THIS GEORGIE! WIN THIS GEORGIE!" I screamed so loud my voice crackled at the center. I'm here for him. That's all that matters. It doesn't matter that he probably doesn't care or notice that i'm here. It doesn't matter that the entire world seems to hate me. It doesn't fucking matter.

I promise i'll always be here for you Georgie.

George's POV:

Well, in short. We won the game. Not with a huge lead but we still came out on top, which i'd say is a win considering how we started out. Now i'd have to go face Trevor's wrath, which will be ten times worse now that he hates my guts. I trudged my way to the locker room. I practically crammed one whole game into one half of the game in order to win for the team. I couldn't start a chant and not listen to them. That was my excuse, I really only won because Dream went out of his way to encourage me. And boy did it work. That rush I got as soon as I heard and saw Dream on the sideline- screaming at me to keep pushing, it was electric. It's like he reached down deep inside me and started the fire in my gut to keep me going. He keeps doing that doesn't he?

"George! Who the hell was that out there!?!" Wilbur asked and scooped me up, spinning me around and rubbing my head harshly like I was his little brother or something. "Ah!" I yelped and squeezed out of his grasp. "I don't know, I guess i'm just awesome," I told him and stripped my jersey clean off, then took the rest of the uniform off. "Oh god that feels good," I muttered and waddled over to start the shower. Wilbur and I joked while getting cleaned and dressed, then we headed back to our lockers and rested for a bit.

"Oi!" I looked up and saw Trevor running full force over to me. He grabbed my shirt and pushed me up against the locker angrily. The fury in his eyes almost terrified me. "Trevor what the hell is wrong with you!?" I shouted and tried to push him off. "Hey! Stop it man," Wilbur told him in a bold voice. "You know what? Fuck. Off. Will." Trevor told him in a harsh voice and turned back to face me. "You're so pathetic!" He shouted and grabbed my jaw, holding it tight enough that I swear i'd get a bruise. I whined in pain and tried to escape his grasp. "Get off me!" I muttered as best as I could with his hand on my jaw. "It's real fucking low what you did! First beating me up, then this?!? Are you ever satisfied?!" I rolled my eyes. "If you're mad about the game chill out! We won!" I shouted and yanked my face out of his callused, dirty hand. "You know that isn't what i'm talking about!"

"No, I really don't!" He scoffed and pushed me on the floor. "You probably used mommy and daddy's money to make this happen anyway. You're pathetic Georgie!" I felt myself get angry again. "Don't fucking call me that!" I shouted, which he didn't seem to like. He kicked my side harshly, which sent me into a ball of pain. "Trevor! Get off him man!" Jax shouted, "you're acting weird dude!" Cas added. I smirked. "Looks like your pets aren't going to listen to daddy's orders anymore," he kicked me in the stomach again, which nearly made me vomit.

"At least i'm not a fucking faggot!" I cringed. "You probably like this! You're so disgusting George!" I felt so defeated at this point. I couldn't even fight this guy anymore. After one final blow to my stomach I felt blood at the back of my throat. I turned over to cough it out all over the locker room floor where I laid. Trevor smirked pridefully, because obviously you're so proud of yourself when you kick your former best friend so hard that he coughs up blood.

I closed my eyes tightly, bracing for a hit that never seemed to come. And when I opened my eyes again, Dream was on top of Trevor, beating the absolute shit out of him. "Dream!" I shouted, but Wilbur had run down next to me to make sure I was alright. He lifted up my shirt and invested the spots where Trevor kicked me. I shoved him off of me and bolted up and over to Dream. I saw the blood all over his hands and Trevor's face. He looked close to passing out. "Get off him...please," I pleaded and clutched onto Dreams shoulder. He stopped right away and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the locker rooms and outside to the parking lot.

"Dream! What the fu-"

Dream's lips interrupted me right away, stopping my speech with his soft but salty lips, i'm assuming from his sweat. He pushed me against his car and turned his head to take in more of me. I couldn't help but kiss back, despite how unexpected this is. And how weird the timing was. Eventually though, I needed to breath. I pushed at his chest and pulled away. "Dream!" I shouted and held his trembling face with my hands. "Y-You taste like blood...Georgie I swear i'm going to kill that bastard!" He slammed his hand on the roof of his car and clenched his teeth. "It's okay! Dream- Clay! You need to calm down," he shot his gaze towards me and froze. He looked so messed up. His hair messy and greasy as usual, his eyes red and puffy, his knuckled busted open and bloody. "It isn't okay though! He can't call you that!" I winced after remembering the harsh words he said to me.

"It's fine! Okay, and even if it isn't, it's over now and you can't do anything about it," I told him and grabbed his hands to observe his knuckles. "Just drive us home Dream," I told him and grabbed the keys from his back pocket. He nodded slowly and unlocked the car, then got in the drivers seat.

"Do you want to talk about what just happened?" He asked after a while, his voice scratchy and wet. "What do you man by that? You busting open Trevor's face to protect me, or you kissing me like that?" His face went red and he kept his eyes glued on the road. "Um...both," I laughed softly. "You like me right?" He asked, and turned to face me for a second, before looking back at the road. "What gave it away?" He laughed a little. "Codependency and how easy you submitted to me with that kiss. Plus I guess that was more of a, 'please tell me this is correct,' than a, 'i guessed it huh?' type of question." I nodded while laughing. "You like me back right?" I asked softly, staring right at him. "Obviously." A smirk showed up on his face and I couldn't help but laugh in a flustered way.

A/N: I'm eating gold fish:D Pretty pog.