☽ Why'd you only call me when you're high?-Arctic Monkeys ☾
-Monday morning-
"Fuck." I say to myself as i rub my eyes, leaving a tingle sensation that slowly started to burn a bit. I reach for my phone that was just blaring a loud and obnoxious alarm tone. The time read 5:30AM. Today I have to go back to the same school that I wished I would never have to see again. I had to mentally prepare myself to see all those faces that once hurt me, along with the one face i strangely miss. Dream's face. Some part of me is excited to see him, and some part of me isnt.
As i stretch, I reach into my closet i had spent all night organizing, and pick out a soft baby blue crewneck, and some black cuffed jeans, and his AF1's he had got for his birthday. In the mirror of the bathroom directly across the hall from his room, George fluffs his hair and adjusts his backpack.
"Love you!" I yell while grasping the front door handle, and the i love you mostly being aimed at his mom. As George rushes out the door and down the driveway, he hears a loud car at Dream's house rumble, but ignores it. George reaches the end of the driveway and rests his hands on his knees as he catches his breath, and the cold air forms clouds coming out of his mouth.
The noise of the car comes closer as he's met with a black camaro passing him by.
Please don't tell me Dream is one of those annoying car boys that dont shut up about how their dad bought them a nice car.
Slightly after he had watched who he thought was Dream go by, the bus arrives at his stop.
-at school-
As I walk into school, I'm met with all the familiar faces, yet none being Dream. I look around, following the croud to the lockers, where everyone hangs before class starts. I hold a pink sticky note i had gotten from the school office with my locker numbers on it, and wonder around looking for my locker. Lost in my tracks I trip over my foot slightly and bump into a boy wearing a white tee with a black long sleeved undershirt and a white bandana underneath his black hair that was reaching over.
"Oh- I'm so sorry" I say as I pat his shoulder and begin to walk away as he grabs my arm.
"Wait woah, do I know you from somewhere?" He asks as we share confused glances.
"I-I'm not sure.. My name's George." I see his face light up slightly and I raise my eyebrow in confusion as he grabs my by my shoulders with both hands and slides me towards the lockers so that I was facing him.
"George oh my god! You're Dream's old best friend right? I'm Sapnap, Dream's current friend. He talks about you a lot y'know." My eyes widen and I can feel my heart flutter.
He talks about me?
I am at a loss for words as Sapnap lets go of my shoulders and reaches into his locker. "I- I don't have any words." That was true.
"George, he talks about you in a good way, he says all the time that he misses you and wished you were still here. he never stops talking i swear." Sapnaps face lights up once more as he holds folders wrapped in his arms.
"Are you serious? How did you recognize me?"
"Well, he showed everyone, meaning our group, pictures of you two together. You'd make a great couple." I shove Sapnap in the shoulder and laugh.
He starts to laugh as well until his laugh faded and he started to smile, and his cheeks formed massive boulders on his face in joy. I turn around to see what he's smiling at, and I see a tall fluffly curly haired boy, specifically dirty blonde, with black cargo pants and black combat boots with a black tank top on heading my way. His face was so admireable, he had an eyebrow slit, and his eyes were perfect.
Please don't say thats dream-
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