Not Your Number One//dreamnotfound

Chapter 13

Today was Halloween. Everyone woke up and ate the breakfast that Quackity had made and then parted to go get ready for the party later in the evening.

Now George was one to plan. He always had everything planned out at least a few weeks in advance to help deal with anxiety and to feel some type of control. However right now, he was panicking.

He had completely put off deciding his Halloween costume and quite frankly forgot it was something he even had to do.

Plus to top it all off, he was currently broke.

He decided he needed some help, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He pressed a few icons on the bright screen and heard the phone starts to ring.

"Hello?" A voice answered.

"Karl! I desperately need help picking out a costume," the boy begged.

"Do you have any ideas?" The fluffy haired boy questioned, trying to hold back a laugh.

The silence from George's end spoke for him.

"I'll be right over," Karl said, finally letting out his laugh.

-

As soon as Karl arrived, the boys headed straight upstairs to George's room.

Karl swung open the large white doors to the Brit's closet and slowly looked around. He started to move around items, trying to find anything that would get his mind thinking.

Suddenly, Karl grabbed a black and white stripped shirt and started to jump up and down, "I've got it!" He exclaimed.

-

Dream

6:08 pm
Hey I'm almost there

George frantically graves his things and stuffed them into the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

Karl had chose those jeans, a black and white striped long sleeve shirt, black high top converse, and then smudged black eyeliner.

Even though George put up a fight about that last bit, he eventually caved.

Karl told him he was a robber, and he didn't complain because at least it was comfy.

When George walked outside the cold air immediately hit him, turning his face a deep shaded of red from being so cold.

He walked to Dream's car and got in. He saw the boy dressed like he had already been for the past three years, black ripped skinny jeans, his jersey, his letterman, vans, and black paint under his eyes, topped with a shinny gold chain around his neck.

"Dream you've been a football player for all of high school," George laughed.

However even though his costume was predictable, he still looked insanely good.

"Leave me alone! It's iconic!" Dream snapped back with no real malice in his tone.

-

Punz's party started at 6:30, currently it's 6:36 and the place is already packed.

Cars of all different models filled the driveway and lined the road, through the windows the colorful lights could been seen flashing, the music practically shook the whole house (Sapnap had definitely gave the dj his playlist), and the fog from the fog machine leaked out through the barely cracked door. The outside of the house was also decorated, with fake spider webs and spiders and tomb stones that filled the yard. Everyone that got out of their cars to make their way into the bustling house was dressed in all different costumes.