So you think you're bold huh?

Pungent fruity liquid

A/N: I'm fucking tRying to watching Minecraft Story Mode but Netflix is a whore so it isn't working.

Dream's POV:

The dance was...a lot. I mean with all the people I hate being there, and the loud obnoxious pop music, but at least I was with my friends. I thought it would feel wrong to be back with them though, but it didn't. I mean, it felt so natural that I almost felt guilty about it. But, I couldn't help but be selfish and take advantage of how safe they all make me feel. We're back to our usual banter of trying to make Bad cuss, keeping Karl and Nick out of each other's pants, and making sure Quackity doesn't get high enough to hook up with a random guy. Hey, maybe my place is as simple as it feels right now. I'm just Dream. That's all I have to be, and if I'm not Dream yet, I know that's who I want to be, especially with these guys.

I made up with Karl before the dance started, he was actually pretty chill about it. It was Drista's first high school dance but she gave me a 20 dollar bill to stay away from her friends, so I tried not to intervene, besides a smile and a thumbs up from across the room of course. "Hey, Dream, shouldn't you be with George or something?" I turned around and realized Quackity, Nick, and Karl were all squished together in a little cluster, while Bad danced with Zak and a few other kids I didn't recognize. I was actually alone. Even though I know they'd be chill to let me tag along, it still felt awkward. "Oh, no he's with his friends," I explained and glanced across the room. He was stood pretty much exactly in the middle of the gym floor which was the 'dance floor' tonight. He was with Wilbur, Niki, and Puffy not too far away. He noticed me staring so I smiled and waved softly. I thought I saw his face turn red, but it was too dark to really tell. Except I figured by his obvious stumble of words and glance down at his feet that he probably blushed for any reason other than being flustered.

"Don't be a stranger tonight,"

"If I am, don't hate me,"

"I couldn't."

Sometimes when people don't know how to love you in reality, you have to learn to love them in private.

I smiled at myself, I've been getting used to being there for myself lately. Now I don't have too though, right? I have a boyfriend, a really awesome one at that. I have fucking cool friends, and I actually don't hate my sister. I never have, but I used to pretend I did. She's a cool bitch though, so I have to give her that. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "You guys have fun, I'll just stare at my boyfriend until I get bored enough to go get high in the parking lot," Quackity laughed a little and waved before they walked off. I'm alone, but I don't feel lonely. Maybe I do though. Is it possible to be lonely but loved at the same time, or is that just greedy? I shrugged and walked over to the snack table, eager for something to feed into my boredom.

Tonight only confirms my hatred for school dances. I stared longingly at George. Only a few hours ago he was sat on my lap while we swapped spit for hours. Fuck. Just thinking of that made my fucking dick heat up. He's so attractive and frustrating all at the same time it makes me crazy. I smirked without even realizing, and leaned against the table while holding firmly onto a red solo cup filled with a pungent fruity liquid I don't think I liked very much. Flashes of George's red and flushed-out face filled my mind, and the feel of his hot skin rested right on my lap.

Holy shit I need to rub one out and get high right now.

I was about to leave but someone came up next to me. "You're really eyeing those girls," I turned my head and saw George grabbing more punch. How could he even get through a full glass of this shit? It's like actual artificial flavoring dumped in a bunch of ice cubes. Something that was even more surprising than George potentially enjoying that rancid juice was that I'd spaced out so hard I hadn't even realized George leaving his spot on the dance floor and walking over to me. He was faced towards the table so that it didn't look like we were talking. I smirked and brought myself back to reality, thankful that my shirt today was baggy enough to cover my crotch. "Nah, I was actually looking at Wilbur's absolute dumpy. You know if he's single?" He rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't get any ideas, I think he's a homophobe, and my ass is totally bigger than his!" I glanced at him and felt my stomach turn. "Yeah?" He nodded so I got up to leave, leaning in towards the back of his neck while I left. "Want to follow me out?" I whispered then headed towards the door.