𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

THE END [version 2] - 2.5 - Dream, I love you!

( !!! THIS IS THE ANGSTY BUT HAPPY ENDING !!! )
Yes, this is sadder. No, it will not end sad. I hate sad endings with a PASSION and i just cant do my boys like that- i hope you guys still like this :'(

George is no longer a student. Dream is no longer his teacher. I wonder what happens now.

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This is it. The end.

The epilogue will be short :] so im taking this as the last real chapter. Sorry it took so long, mental health go brrrrr so there wasnt much motivation lmao (but all is well now, and i have lots of plans for the future ;] )

-this is also cut up with time skips, the time varying each time and marked by three dots '...' -

[edit from the future: its literally been like 3 months im so sorry gnsdjkgbfijaf ]

^^^^ oops :/

I really hope you enjoy :) {and stick around for future books 0.o}

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Georges hand shook as it rested on the door knob, ears perked up. Heart thumping. Sweat beading.

"Look, I have no clue what you're on about. I don't talk to the kid more than anyone else in that class." Dream sounded stresses, speaking quicker than he usually would. "You're delusional."

The voice laughed, "Seriously? Don't think I don't see the little glances you share, how often you look at him, how much you smile when your precious little boy hands his paper in at the front." George retracted fingers, chest thumping harder. She knew.

"Now you're just making things up-" Mr. Dream didn't have a chance to finish before she cut him off with a large sigh.

"Sir, I really don't care if you're fucking the pretty boy or not. Sure, I'd be happier if you weren't, but I'm more concerned for my grade." George felt like the ground was shaking as her heels clicked around the mans office. "Having favourites isn't allowed." The tiles below continued to crumble.

The air was quiet, the hallway dispersing as student left to party and be free. It was almost empty, which only made Kacie's voice even more spine shivering. Not even Mr. Dreams teacher-voice could break her. "You've all been marked fairly. That I can assure you."

"You gave him an A* for one task. That isn't fair."

"I am the professor and my methods stand. If you don't agree, you can take them up with the dean."

"Okay, let's do that."

Shit. George stumbled back, the corridors becoming strange to him as he started to run, navigating his way to Phil's office. It was on the other side of the building, past the canteen and main entrance. He didn't have time to explain to Sapnap why he was running past as everyone was leaving, or ask his friend why the hell he was taking a bite out of that funny kid Karl's sausage roll.