Did Anybody Ever Say No To You - (Georgebur)

Day 3 9:47 AM

"Ok, is everything set now?" yelled Russ.

"Yes I'm ready," George replied, a bunch of cords attached to his pulse locations.

We four are sitting in a gray couch, like what we used to on the last vlog. It was me, Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. The lie detector man kept busy on his computer. While George was just sitting there, preparing some responses he could answer as he couldn't lie.

"Are you a liar George?" Tommy questioned.

"No, no," George shook his head aggressively, but still smiling.

"Let's see about that," 

George just giggles.

Ranboo walked forward beside George "I'm sorry George, but is what you posted on Instagram story true?"

George smiled while having a short gaze at me. Then he breathed and looked at Ranboo. He seem so shocked for the first question.

"Yes,"

And the operator man gives a thumbs up.

"So it was true Wil," Tommy condemned. 

I just nod slowly.

"I thought it was something George made to summon the- INTERNET,"  He said that out loud.

"I don't think I would do that," George defends.

"You already did," Toby said. "Back from your change my clothes video,"

Tommy laughed so hard, while patting my shoulders. He must sure this vlog must run around, so George's contents won't get stale. 

George giggled after.

Then Tubbo stand up from the couch and proceeds to his side.

"Would you rather stream with the Dream Team or With Dream only?" Tubbo asked.

Ranboo and Tommy was sunk from their realization. They buzzed with their continued oohs...

George was once stunned once again. Looking only to the deep burrow of his own confusion. I never felt something like wires that would read my pulse rate or some statistics that would tell me what is my lie. I somehow feels that, the presence of second hand embarrassment on that.

It is also the second question where Dreamnotfound and Georgebur fandoms are inserted. I don't know if the fandom of Georgebur ever existed, but I hope they sound up and still supports us. 

George only looked at Tubbo, and he's still processing the question in his mind. Dream team or Dream? It's just also a question like do you want Sapnap on your stream? 

George sighed and smiled. "With the Dream Team,"

The operator raised a thumbs down.

"Ooh," Tubbo and Tommy cooed.

I suddenly feel jealous.

"Ow," Tubbo raised his two shoulders in unison. "Poor Sapnap," then I noticed him eyeing me.

I don't know what kind of feeling this is. It feels like I sense more embarrassment than that man in the couch. He feels so chill. Is that what it feels like when you are chased by two gentlemen?

Nobody knows that inside this room, except for George, of course.

"Why did you want to be with Dream more than Sapnap?" I asked, tilting my head slightly and exposing a naughty grin.

George eyed at me. He seems not pleased with my question. Well, I have a right to know.

"Ohhh, daddy Wilbur seems mad," Tommy commented.

"I smell jealousy," Ranboo said on the couch beside me.

"Well we are close for a long time, and we had known each other since. He's a good friend at me to be honest," George said those words straightly. "He's funny, he's obsessing, he can be a great friend, reliable. I haven't remember his face, but I think he is handsome too," 

Ouch it feels like a fishbone was pricked in my throat.

It really hurts.

Tubbo pats me on the back as he begin to notice me drooling of upset after hearing George's words.

The operator raised his thumbs up.

I want to smack this operator a chair in his head. So hard.

"Like you too, Wilbur," George looked at me and smiled.

Don't think I would be fluttered with your soft words George. I won't accept that as an apology.

Ranboo patted my shoulder and Tommy comforted me.

The lie detector man raised his thumbs down.

The. Fuck.

Now I'm pissed.

It feels like anxiety, anger, and adrenaline mixing to my stomach juices and blender on my intestines and reaching to my liver, releasing bile acidizing my throat. It feels flame raging to the forests of my nerve cells and cold blood running to my veins.

My mind tells me something. What. The. Fuck.

It's also a long time since someone tasted my fists.

I looked at George, who was calm there. The operator shoving his face on the computer and his fucking annoying hand gestures. And the three, comforting me beside. It feels a deja vu back then when I once comforted Tommy.

"No, it was true. Wilbur. I promise," George half smiled.

I stand up and prepared myself to ask a question.

"Do you take care of the potted dandelion I gave you," 

He looked at me before he straightly answered. "Yes," 

The lie detector man raised his fucking thumbs down.

What. The. Fuck.

It's strike three.

I sighed.

"It seems like George don't have charm in plants," Tommy commented.

"But he had charisma," Toby added

"Sorry Wil, I forgot to water it this morning," 

I just returned to my seat. "It's fine,"

"Ow, our Indie boy is sad," Tommy comforted.

Tubbo and Ranboo only stared at my face with a concerned smile. The somehow feel the empathy I wanted to build with George. Tubbo stands up and hugged me, and George somehow feel sorry.

I'm glad this lie detector vlog had proven me something. That no matter what, George couldn't tell a lie. He had only need to be true to himself cause his body system tells it all. Now I know.

It's simple, people can't really hide the fact that they don't love you. You may always give, but I is not guaranteed that they also give the same.

Tommy quickly stand up and walked beside George. George looked at him, and Tommy grinned while his two hands are crossed behind his back.

"How do you define your sexuality?"

The fuck again.