So you think you're bold huh?

Sex sells

A/N: Haha surprise bitch the pictures match *Lip bite* My brothers trying to find my Wattpad and I don't have to heart to tell him that I'd literally rather stub my pinky toe against a brick wall than give him my Wattpad. Plus like, if you're so damn curious do some searching and find it yourself, good sir. 

George's POV:

"You ready for this?" Dream asked while we were sitting in his car in the parking lot. I looked over to him and took a deep breath. "Are you?" He shrugged with a smirk. "Am I ever ready for anything I do?" He replied while laughing. "Good point," I responded and opened the car door, feeling that knot crumple up in my stomach again. It's Monday. The whole school has had an entire weekend to process what happened on Friday...including me. 

I'm gay. And that's that.

Something about that made me want to get back in the car and drive back to Dream's place, but he showed up beside me and grabbed my hand, then pulled me away from the car and down through the parking lot up to the front of the school. When we walked into the quad where Dream usually meets with his friends, I saw something I didn't think I'd ever fucking see. Wilbur was sat on the grass near the lunch tables, sitting with Quackity, who Dream and I haven't seen in legit so long. He had put his guitar down next to him, and grabbed Quackity by the chin, and pulled him close to his face, all while singing to him. 

Literally. What. The. Fuck.

"They say sex sells, I know that," Wilbur winked, and I saw Quackity wink back which made me want to either hurl or run over and pester them both with questions. "What?? He sings?" Dream asked. I looked up at him. "Forget that, is he flirting with Quackity??" Dream burst out laughing, which I was half-mad at him for, so I grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to them. "What the fuck??" I started, sounding madder than I intended to. "George?? Oh my god," Wilbur stood up quickly, leaving Quackity sitting awkwardly in the grass and exchanging very awkward glances with Dream. "What the heck is this?" I asked and put my hand on my hip, immediately moving it when I realized how feminine and weird that probably looked. 

"Well...Quackity and I are friends...I guess," I cocked a brow and scoffed. "Really? You know, I took you as the kind to shit on gay people...I don't know what it was but I really got that impression," Dream added, I smirked because of how petty it sounded. "You know what, Dream, me too! I don't know, it could be how he helped out this one kid he was meant to be best friends with, I don't know, could be wrong," I glared him in the eyes and even heard a little snort from Quackity. "George! Don't be like that, I didn't mean to! I was just...shocked," I scoffed and Dream took a step forward, probably just to assert dominance but it was somehow comforting. 

"Yeah but guess what, you still did! I don't give a fuck what you 'meant to do' because you still fucking did something really shitty," Dream told him and stepped forward, I noticed a crowd of people gathering around us, including Nick and Karl. I saw Niki and Puffy walk up behind Wilbur, they looked confused. "I'm sorry! Look, whatever happened to you because of it, I feel awful about it, but It's unfair to blame me!" Wilbur told me, I clenched my fist. "I GOT KICKED OUT OF MY HOUSE, WILBUR!" His eyes went wide. "W-What?? Are you okay? Do you need a place to stay," Dream rolled his eyes and put his hand on my shoulder. "Wilbur, don't, do that." He said with a brutal glare that sent shivers down my spine. 

Wilbur stumbled back and looked him right in the eyes. I gestured him towards the bathroom, so he followed me, leaving Dream and the rest of the crowd outside."You outed me, and now you're singing to Quackity in the grass!!? Who are you?" I asked and stared down at the floor. "George! Come on, I'm really sorry. Can I at least explain my side of the story?" I groaned, but let him continue. 

Flashback-

Third Person POV:

"We're breaking up with you," Quackity stumbled back and stared down at the floor while his two boyfriends faced him in front of Karl's house on a late Sunday afternoon. "What?! Why??" Karl looked awkwardly over at Nick. "We love you, we do, but you aren't the same guy anymore." This made Quackity mad, for some reason. "What!? That's because I do everything for you! I've changed myself for you two!" Nick nodded and Karl continued. "That's why we have to break up with you. You can't give yourself away to people who don't love you enough to accept it." He glared at them, then turned away immediately and headed down the sidewalk to his own house.