So you think you're bold huh?

When it happened

A/N: Does anyone remember the rainforest cafe? Is that shit still around?? Anyway.

George's POV:

Here's how the next five months went. My parents spent two months in Egypt, God knows why. Dream and I had a countless number of sleepovers and late nights together. We gave Drista a full makeover, which I helped a lot out with, and bought most of what we got for her. Which I was happy to do. Dream started a youtube channel and went viral, except the guys
and I are the only ones who know about it. Minx came out as pansexual and Niki came out as bisexual. Trevor apparently got his shit together and got put back on the football team. I was offered a scholarship to three ivy league universities, and now I just have to decide which one I want to go to. Quackity went MIA after Karl and Nick broke up with him, which I don't know the details about. I spent Christmas with Dream's family because we told them about my parents and they let me stay over- but they still don't know we're dating. Dream broke his arm, and Philza got married.

So. Here we are. It's been...one hell of a year so far.

I walked into the locker room and saw Jax, Cas, Trevor, Wilbur, and literally the rest of the entire football team standing there waiting for me. "Hello...?" Wilbur was staring down at the floor awkwardly, and Trevor wore a thick smirk on his face. I gave them all weird looks and went to unlock my locker. "Do you have anything to say to us?" Trevor asked in a deep voice. "What?" I shot him a look, so he scoffed and turned away. "Just let it be. If he doesn't want to be honest then that's his loss," Wilbur started, which made me nervous. "Will," I said cautiously and turned to glare at him. "Just, let's get ready for practice okay?" He said to the rest of the guys and moved towards his locker next to mine. "What the hell was that man?" I asked and slammed my locker shut. "It was nothing, George! Just stop being nosy alright??" I gave him a look. "You were literally asking me if I had anything to say to you guys, it isn't being nosy if there's something I should know about!" He glared back at me and tore his shirt off and faced the other direction. "Wilbur what the hell!?" I shouted, but after not getting a response, I rolled my eyes and groaned then left the locker room.

Niki's POV:

I was in dance practice when it happened. My teacher had shouted so loud at all of us when our phones started ringing. They're meant to be on silent during rehearsal, but no one ever actually does that. The routine we were doing was hip hop, so I was sweating and my face was probably red and messy. The other girls on the team had practically ditched me when I came out, so even though I was captain of the team, we weren't a really connected group of girls anymore.

I miss a lot of them, but straight girls get weird when they realize you like girls. I mean, they don't go up to guys like, "do you have a crush on me because you like girls now?" But I guess queer girls are different aren't they? I sighed and looked up towards the dance teacher. Even she had been acting weird with me. My mom says it will die down sooner or later, but I feel like it isn't something I should expect people to have to get used to. I don't know, things have been weird lately. And I just feel so weird about everything, it makes me want to cry. Wilbur's been weird lately, George hardly hangs with us anymore, and Minx and Puffy are figuring their own stuff out, so it would be wrong of me to expect them to be there for me.

Anyway. After everyone's phones started blowing up with messages and notifications, all the girls got scolded, I included. But as soon as one girl broke off to "get water" but was actually checking her phone, everyone else got curious about it. Especially after her reaction. She looked me right in the eyes with shock all over her face. I got a little concerned but decided to wait until after rehearsal to check my phone. But once I did, I felt a sick feeling right in the bottom
of my stomach.

It was a message from Trevor. "George *insert last name* is gay." There was a picture attached of him kissing Dream. I dropped my phone and ran out immediately. Oh, George. I felt the tears stream down my face as I hurried down to the football field. I know that as of right now, no one on the football teams(besides Trevor) knows because they leave their phones in the locker rooms during practice.

I hurried down the stairs to the field and sprinted through the gate and onto the grass. "George!" I shouted loudly and ran up to him, hugging him
so hard I think my arms went numb. "Niki??" He said in shock. He was sweaty and breathing heavily. Wilbur was there too, I wondered what he'd think when he finds out. That thought made me even more nauseous. "Hey! Niki, off the field!" Coach Phil shouted at me from the bleachers. I glanced back at him then over at George. "I'm sorry, talk to me after practice, okay??" I said, then left quickly so I wouldn't get in trouble with Phil.

Dream's POV:

I was playing Minecraft on the basement couch when it happened. My arm was still broken and in a cast, because I wiped out trying to learn how to skate. The only thing I learned from that was that I should never skate again. I had Drista controlling one half of the controller because I still really wanted to play and it was virtually impossible to use a controller when you have a cast from your elbow down to your thumb. It wasn't going too well though, and I died way too many times to still feel good about myself.

My phone buzzed a bunch, which I decided to ignore, then I got a call. I glanced at my phone, it was Nick. "Hey man what's up?" He spoke quickly, hardly even giving me a chance to speak. "TREVOR JUST TEXTED LIKE THE WHOLE SCHOOL THAT GEORGE IS GAY! THERE'S A PICTURE OF YOU GUYS KISSING," I froze and nearly dropped my phone. "WHAT?!?" Drista looked at me and started tugging on my shirt. "What happened?? Clay, Clay!" I shot her a look so she shut up. "I'm going to KILL THAT BASTARD!" I shouted and threw the controller down on the couch. "Calm down, I don't think George knows yet, if he does he hasn't said anything, and he isn't answering his phone," I cursed under my breathe. "He's at practice that's why," Drista looked concerned. "Okay, I have to go, come over later okay??" I said and hung up before he could answer.

"Everyone knows about George," I told Drista, her face pausing quickly before covering her mouth. "Shit!" She said after a while.

A/N: I'm so sorry guys. I had to make Trevor even less likable, and I felt like I couldn't kill him off...just yet! I'm kidding I won't do that.