Go to hell lover boy | DNF

Woke up again

Mature language, underage smoking

Dream POV-

Dream woke up, feeling weird.

He woke up thinking about George, thinking about their kiss.

It wasn't that he hated the idea of it, it was the idea of what was gonna happen next.

He felt at peace with saying hes bisexual, with a preference of women. He thinks.

Its not like he has liked multiple men. Its just George.

But even just George isn't just George.

Hes a boy, and so is George. So that means he likes boys. But he also likes girls, and he likes girls better than boys. Right?

But none of that mattered because he was bisexual. He didn't know how to feel about that word.

He always had a problem with overthinking. He couldn't help it.

He wanted to get dressed, to look good for his crush. But instead he stayed in his pajamas.

He brushed his teeth and went to the kitchen.

He saw that his mom had left him some coffee, which was good cause he didn't get enough sleep.

He got out a pink mug from the cupboard and poured himself some coffee.

He didn't really feel like putting any effort with his coffee so he just drank the black coffee.

It was bitter.

He didn't mind it, just wasn't used to it.

He checked the time on his phone, it read 8:11.

Shit, he was gonna be late.

He drank the rest of his drink and ran to his room.

He put on his converse and put on a flannel over his black hoodie.

He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked fine.

He ran his hand through his hair while looking for his backpack.

He found his keys but not his backpack, where was his backpack?

Oh right, the car. He thought.

He turned off all the lights in the house and ran outside to his car.

He jumped into the drivers seat, he looked in the back to make sure it was back there.

His backpack was sitting in the back seat, along with something else.

A hoodie, it wasn't his, it wasn't any of his friends, nor George's.

He knew who it belonged to. Someone he really didn't want to see.

Macy.

He rolled his eyes and huffed.

He turned on his car and left his neighborhood.

He didn't have any time to play any music right now. He had to get to school before the bell rang.

He didn't live that close to the school so he had to rush.

He looked at his phone again.

8:20.

Fuck.

He pushed on the peddle a little more, once he realized how fast he was going he slowed down. He didn't need a ticket right now.

Once he finally got into the school parking lot he heard the bell ring, of course.

He cursed under his breath.