Him { SkepHalo }

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» Skeppy's POV «

I was the first to wake up the next morning. Luckily it was the weekend so I didn't feel rushed to get to school. I jumped at the sound of loud banging on the door, quickly crawling over Bad to get to the door. It took me a few minutes to unlock it, my vision not being the greatest since I just woke up. As I opened the door, an angry Dream stood before me, his hands curled up into fists.

"Is George here?" He said through his gritted teeth. I nodded, stepping aside and pointing to the smaller brunette who was asleep on the floor.

"Please wake him up so I can take him back to my place," I raised an eyebrow.

This can't be any good.

"Uhm okay...?" I shut the door, rubbing my eyes as I walked over to George. I tapped his arm, seeing him wake up instantly.

"....what?" He mumbled as he stretched.

"Dream's here to take you back to his house. Don't make any excuses, just go. If something happens, come back here." George nodded and made his way to the door.

I opened the door for him, Dream wrapping his arms around the boy. He gave George a kiss and led him out of the dorm and outside.

"I'm so sorry.." I heard him whisper. I shrugged and shut the door, locking it back.

Maybe he'll be okay. He's the least of my worries right now.

I walked back over to Bad, crawling back up onto him. I cupped my hands around his cheeks and gave him a kiss, seeing if he'd wake up. After a few minutes, he awoke, stretching out a hand for his glasses. I grabbed them for him, putting them on his face. He smiled, slowly sitting up.

"Good morning muffin," He said. He rested his head on my shoulder, yawning. I wrapped my arms around him, smiling as well.

"How'd you sleep?" I decided to ask since the silence was taking over.

"Good, just got a little hot with you on top of me." I giggled. I brought my arms back to my side and dug into the large bag of candy. I pulled out a piece of chocolate, unwrapping it and popping it into my mouth.

"That's not a healthy breakfast you muffin head," I heard him quietly giggle.

"Hm? Can you repeat please?" I asked him, turning to face him.

"I said it's not a healthy breakfast," I leaned forward, giving him a peck on the lips. His face turned red in seconds, taking his attention off me and onto the floor.

"I'll be right back.." I strutted off into the kitchen, grabbing the two cups of coffee I had made this morning. I walked back into the living room, handing one to Bad and keeping one for myself.

"Did you make this?" He asked before he took a sip. I nodded in response. His eyes widened and I cringed.

Does he hate it?

He looked back up at me, setting the cup on the coffee table.

"That was amazing!" I set my cup beside his, looking back up at him.

"You can be honest-" My eyes widened as he leaned closer to me.

"I'm being honest! That taste incredible!" I smiled as he gave me a peck on the cheek and continued to drink the coffee.

"Wanna take a walk around the neighborhood we trick-or-treated at?" I asked him. He nodded, standing up and sliding on a pair of tennis shoes.

I put on one of his hoodies, grabbing one of his thicker jackets. I handed him the jacket. He slid it on and zipped it up, grabbing my hand.