lovey dovey type shit or something

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YOOOOO FOUR FUCKING K THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH <33333.

Anyways here's me writing while watching mcc. Go aqua!

Dream and George were still sitting on the top of the bleachers, sitting in an awkward silence. George was 95% sure the bell rung 15 minutes ago and they were now late for class, but he could care less at the time. He was surprised security hasn't caught them considering they were out in the open.

"You know, the confessions are usually a lot less awkward in books and the movies." George spoke up.

"Well we arent in a book or a movie are we?" Dream teased.

"You never know. What is there's this author who is describing our every move, thought, mood, and everything we do?"

"Well then the author better hurry up and make this conversation less awkward."

George laughed and fiddled with his thumbs in his lap.

"I can't remember if I've asked you yet cause this situation is a little overwhelming, but you wanna be my boyfriend?" Dream asked looking everywhere but at George.

"I would love to. And I swear to fucking god if you say 'pog' I'm breaking up with you."

Dream's eyes widened and he sighed, "Fine I won't say 'pog.'"

George smiled and nodded his head in approval before in went back into that awkward silence again. Dream's eyes brightened at an idea that popped into his mind and spoke up,

"Hey can I kiss you again?"

"Sure. You don't have to ask though." George responded. He would appreciate it if he asked every once in a while, but George trusted him enough to give him an element of surprise.

"I'm still going to. I don't want to randomly kiss you out of no where and give you a panic attack or something."

George's heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness and suppressed a smile. His eyes softened as he looked into Dream's eyes, slowly leaning closer. Dream caught on to what George was doing and did the same. Their eyes slowly fluttered closed and their lips brushed against each other. 

Before their lips met, they were interrupted by a stern voice, 

"Hey! You kids aren't supposed to be up there! Go to class!" A security guard was standing at the very bottom of the bleachers yelling at them.

The two startled, jumped backwards, almost falling down the bleachers. Dream swore under is breath, something along the lines of "cockblocker" before getting up and holding out his hand for George to take.

George took his hand and stood up before yelling back, "Sorry! We didn't know the bell rang!"

The security guard rolled his eyes before getting in his golf cart, speeding away at a meer speed of 10 mph (16 kph). Dream and George laughed before Dream pulled George closer to him by the belt loops of his jeans, and lowered his voice to a whisper, "should we continue?"

George blushed and smiled before letting go of his hand and giving Dream a peck on the lips before running down the stairs laughing.

"You dumbass! You left your backpack up here!" Dream called out.

"Fuck." George muttered before running up the stairs, grabbed his backpack, then went down.

Dream rolled his eyes at his silliness and went after him at a much slower pace. What? he already delt with doing bleachers Freshman year of PE, he wasn't gonna do them again. They were hell.

When Dream got down the bleachers, George was on the football field, face down on the grass sprawled out like a starfish. He flopped over when he heard Dream coming closer and let out a breath, "that was hell."

Dream laughed and held out his hand for George to take. He took it and Dream pulled him up a little to hard as he had to catch him from falling. Dream's hand was on George's waist and he smirked, 

"Can I get a real kiss now?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"George, you sound like my old English teacher right now, I don't know may you go to the bathroom?" Dream  attempted to mimick an old lady's voice, but failed miserably considering his voice started to crack from going up so high.

Geogre laughed and pulled Dream's head towards him and pulled him into a soft kiss full of affection and lovey dovey type shit. 

Word count: 924 

Also if you don't know what a bleacher is, I'm gonna explain. So my football (American football) field has two sets of bleachers on either side of it, one for the students that go to my school, and the ones from the other school. Obviously the away side is shorter because no one wants to go to my dumb school anyway. So the home one you have to climb three sets of stairs to get to the top and the smaller one is only one set. We also have a track going around the football field. So in freshman year of PE (I was online for sophomore year which saved my fucking lungs) we had to start at the beginning of the smaller set of bleachers and run up and down the stairs, across the bleachers, and onto the track and we would run to the next set of bleachers and go up and down the stairs before getting to the end (keep in mind we were basically running up and down three flights of stairs three times for the big bleacher) and running to the first bleacher. That was one lap and we had to do one under 5 minutes or we get a grade knocked down for every minute we were late. So yeah that sucked. Anyways yellow won mcc so that's cool.

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