Stolen Dance - dnf

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Dream

He was there in the corner up against the wall and he honestly looked like shit, i think he was about to pass out. I knew it was george, it had to have been i have to put up with that face everyday. I really wanted to leave and get away from all the people, it was giving me a headache but i couldnt just leave him like that. Everyone else was as drunk as he was and no one was gonna help him and eventually they'd all leave and he'd have to deal with all this mess in the morning.

He's a dick, yeah of course he is, but no one needs to tidy up this monstrosity while hung over. So i decide to get up and help him, leaving can wait.

I observe him closely as i start to make my way over and i think he's just about to close his eyes when they slowly open wide as he notices he making my way over.

"Oh my god if it isn't you! what the fuck do you want" he blurted out

"From what i can see, you need my help and i don't think anyone else here is gonna give a shit" I snap back. He's drunk and obviously we gonna be a dick but i cant deal with his attitude now so i finally snap back and i can tell he's a little shaken by my sudden change in attitude towards him.

He shuts up and follows me outside, stumbling as he does so. As we get to the door i grab his arm and put it over my shoulder as some kind of support cause if he falls over out here his pretty little face that everyone bats their eyelids over will be all destroyed with scars everywhere.

He looks up at me, confused of course, but i keep my eyes on the path afraid that if i make eye contact with him something would happen.

I sit him down on a wall just next to his drive way, a little bit of a walk from all the noise so i could actually clearly hear his low mumbles.

I reach in my backpack for some water and hand it to him

"This is isn't poisoned is it? And you haven't planned all of this so you can kill me and you'll be the favourite and most popular!" he causiously looks at the bottle

I cant help but chuckle that he'd actually think i'd do that, okay yeah he makes me feel like shit but he's never physically hurt me like he does often to other guys. "No! why would i have any reason to do that. i mean sure your a dick to me but that isn't enough to make me want to murder you for popularity, to be quite clear i don't give a shit if your more popular then me, if anything i want to keep to myself and be less known than i already am"

George blinks in surprise, he must have really had the wrong impression about me all along. I just always assumed he was jealous of me but i never knew why but maybe it was because he was afraid i would become more popular than him one day.

He sighs and grabs the water from my hand "don't think this little attempt of trying to become my friends will work, i have my people already i don't need you and i know you just want to be friend with me to become popular"

I just stare at him in embarrassment "I don't want to be your friend, like i said i don't care about popularity and also, like i said, i'm only doing this cause no one else will and it will end up you having to clear up this mess in the morning, hungover, which trust me it isn't good."

"Oh yeah and what do you know about being hung over i thought you were a nerd that only cares about school and good grades" he scoffed

Maybe he was jealous of that aswell