So you think you're bold huh?

Oasis

A/N: I have a question for you all. If I did a little like...after analysis type of deal would you read it? Like a chapter explaining the book and my process with writing it. I don't know, let me know we'll see.

George's POV:

I didn't know where to go. I was kind of just...driving. The radio was playing a popular song I always hated, and I hated it even more right now. I didn't ever expect love songs to hurt to listen to and even just thinking that made me cringe. I was- I am in love. That's cringy, but it's true. I've hardly ever even been in a relationship with someone I liked let alone fall in love with them. You think that when things finally feel right they'd stay like that. But all good things come to an end.

I started crying because I knew Dream was more than good to me, so why did he have to end too?

I stopped at the juice bar though, if I'm honest I didn't even know I was driving there. I wondered who'd all be in there tonight. I mean, it isn't like I get much 'hellos' anymore, and I didn't expect Niki, Wilbur, and Puffy to be here. So I guess it didn't matter.

I parked my car in an empty spot, then slumped out and slammed the door before realizing I not only shut my sleeve in the door but also left my keys in the glove compartment. I groaned and opened the car door again and leaned inside, fishing all over for my keys before I found them. I paused, they were sat on top of a familiar green hoodie with spray paint and smiley faces all over it. I sighed and grabbed the keys quickly and slammed the door again, this time watching my sleeve as I shoved it closed with more force than the last time.

It was a busy day at the juice bar, I mean it was Friday, so it's expected. As I thought, Niki, Wilbur, and Puffy weren't there, and I didn't seem to recognize anyone anyway, so I squished past a few people and slumped down in the window seat I always sat at.

'Always' used to be dependable.

I shivered and curled into a ball, then stared down at the small salt shaker, almost dazing off before a tall, intimidating figure peered over me.

I glanced up, I didn't even have the energy to get mad at the person in front of me, so instead I just sighed and stared back down at the salt shaker. "George, I didn't expect to see you here again," Trevor started, then sat next to me like we were old friends or something. I nodded. "Uh, I heard about what happened-" I shot him a look and he paused for a second. "With Wilbur," I relaxed a little. "Are you going to tell everyone and his parents as well?" I asked in a snarky voice. "I deserved that," I laughed a little. "I didn't mean for your parents to find out-" he tried explaining himself but I got angry again. "So what did you mean to happen?" I asked and situated myself so I was glaring right at him. "I-I...don't know," I scoffed and leaned back in my seat. "Fucking dick," I muttered.

"Yeah I deserved that too," I nodded again then stretched a little. "Can I tell you something?" I started, he looked at me with an intrigued look on his face. "Dream and I broke up. So, it doesn't even matter anymore, you told people for no reason. Nothing fucking matters anymore. Now Dream's parents know too, and they kicked me out as well. I don't even know what will happen to him, and it driving me insane but I can't do fucking anything about it anymore. My parents told me this morning that they're moving back to London. I can't just pack my shit, stop being gay, and go with them. And all this because my love doesn't look the same as the rest of the world." I started ranting, "George-" I didn't care enough to let him speak. "For so fucking long I hid, even from myself. I wasn't ready to stop hiding from myself and the world when you told everyone. Because it wasn't safe for me. And even I was lucky! So many people like me have it so much worse. I was lucky all I got was yelling and a smack to the face." Trevor's eyes got wide before he looked down at the table, I hope in shame.