"We're Just Friends..... Right?" | A DNF story

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⚠️*Slight homophobia!!! And sexist comment(s?)*⚠️
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"Oh." The only words that slipped out on George's lips. "Well I gotta go now guys! I have something to do right now! Bye guys, bye stream.. Bye Dream!" He logged off, saying bye to everyone.

Once he waited for his computer to shut down, he went downstairs to meet his mom.

"Hi hun! How was your time with friends?" His mother asked. She was a pale, brunette woman with blue eyes. She's almost as tall as George but, a little shorter.

"Good! I'm either gonna make a video tomorrow or the next day after tomorrow." George replied.

"What's it about?" His mom asked curiously.

"Uhm- me and my friend is just gonna spend time together in minecraft, I don't really know."

"Uhuh, yea.. spend time with your, 'friend'. Yea right. It's not like I heard you and some of your friends talking about your plan for the video." George's dad muttered bitterly.

"John..! He's an adult now. Let him be, he needs to figure out things on his own, we don't need to help him as much as we did when he was a baby. That was years ago. Why are you so overprotective and is listening to his conversations?!" His mom defended him, after hearing his dad's complaint about George's friend.

"I'm just letting him know what's best for him..", his dad stood back down, but still arguing back.

"What, by not supporting him of what he do? He'd already helped us.. alot, and thank you for that George."

"Fine. Then don't come at me if he did something that will probably break this family apart."

"I-.." George tried to interrupt their arguement by trying to say something.

Just a word or a sentence would help, but that's all he could say before he rushed upstairs to his bedroom. Sobbing. He hated his dad, but also loved him. His dad did support him... right before.. he'd heard a conversation about him and Dream months ago.

"Now look what you did!" His mom shouted at his dad. Running after George.

"Leave him for now, let him figure this out. Just like you said." His dad said to his mother.

"No, not this time." George's mom went upstairs. She tried to open the door that leads to his bedroom. Locked. She knocked on his door. "George, sweetie.. open this door please.." No answer. Finally, his mom sighed in defeat, "Fine, I'll give you some space. If you need or want anything I'll just be downstairs... Love you George." Still no answer. George's mom sighed again. She didn't know that he had sneaked out.

(George's POV - starting when he ran upstairs)

He locked his door as soon as he went inside. He collapsed on his bed, crying his eyes out. He's trying to keep it muffled because his dad once said, 'Only women cry, men don't show any type of emotions, it makes you pathetic and vulnerable.' Oh how he wanted to be angry by how awfully rude the comment was when he thought of it as he grew older. The story was, he fell off the swing and hit his head, softly, and then cried seconds later. He was at such a young age when his father started being rude at times.

Anyways, after a few minutes of crying, he thought that a few minutes of walk at a park nearby his house will calm him down. He usually does this whenever he feels stressed or just want to relieve himself. He called Karl and asked if he could hang out with him for a couple of hours.

"Hey Karl!" George greeted him when Karl answered.

"Hiya George! Do you need anything?"

"Uhm.. no, not really. It's just, I don't know- I-.."