☽ Killshot-slow and reverb-Magdalena Bay ☾
George POV:
I stare out the classroom window, the only thing on my mind is the touch that Dream had on me this morning. That hug was something that I not only loved, but I needed, and the fact that the person that I thought I would never see again was the one giving me it, felt like a dream. (heh get it)
The bell rang and the halls crowded with kids that looked straight at me like i was some ghost or something. I gave them a glare back, I was not about to deal with these people, the only thing important right now is meeting Dream at lunch.
I make my way through the lunchroom doors, looking across the large room filled with long tables, looking for the gorgeous blonde curls that hung just before his slitted eyebrows. It reminded me that he wore jewlery and had his nails painted, a huge turn on for me. I walked down the isle that was inbetween each table before I heard my name being called to my left.
"George over here!" I can see a smaller boy with a beanie on and straight black hair peaking out the sides waving in my direction. Joined with him is Sapnap, and another smaller guy with curly brown hair, and a bright purple hoodie that stood out compared to the rest. I make my way to their table, passing people giving judgement here and there.
I swear these do these motherfuckers know how to do anything but stare.
I place my bag on the floor as i sit on the circular seats that were along the table next to Sapnap.
"Hey George, you don't know us but Im Alex and this is Karl, we've heard good things about you, its nice to meet you finnaly. Dream basically drools over you, and i'm sure he has his reasons, but its pretty fucking weird." I raise my eyebrow
"Really?" I smirk as i reach down into my bag for my lunchbox. When I go to sit back up, I am faced with the blonde locks boy across from me at the table.
"Holy jesus you scared me" I say, grabbing my chest
Dream lets out a laugh and fluffs his hair, ripping out string earbuds from his ears, and i notice stud earings.
How much hotter can this man get?
As the others conversate about stupid things, i lose track of reality into Dream's eyes. They were like watching a sunset, it was so mesmerizing i almost forgot where i was for a split second.
"George, hello?" I see a hand waving infront of my face.
"Oh, hey, yeah im here. somewhat." I say.
"Can we like- take a walk around the school or something and catch up? The teachers don't really allow students to roam the halls during lunch for some reason, but I'd take the risk" He smiles.
I look down at my lunch and go to pack it into my bag before Dream reaches out and grabs my arm
"Oh you can eat if you want, its no rush, i mean i could always come ove-"
"You dont wanna do that...My dad is just not.. someone you wanna be around." I remember back to what he told me about not liking and trusting Dream, imagine what he would say looking at all his peircings and jewlery and nails. The last thing i need is my father ruining someone elses day other than my mom and i's.
"Oh- thats ok, whenever you want."
"It's ok, lets go now"
We both arise from the table and the others look up at us as we swing our backpacks over our shoulders.
"We're gonna go take a lap. We'll be back. Maybe." Dream says.
The group gives a thumbs up and we start heading towards the entrance.
The halls are empty, leaving room for me to explain everything without someone else listenting. It felt safe, something that I find hard to feel, but now, especially now that Dream was back with me, I felt it.
"So, how was school in England?" I watch as he glances down at me with his hands resting in his pant pockets.
"It was alright, it was hard having no friends. I'm glad I found you guys. And, of course, im glad i found you again, its just been so long and this morning i was in a state of shock i guess."
"Im glad you're enjoying my friends! And im glad you even remembered me with how long its been. "
"Dream dont be silly, of course i remember you, how could i forget?" I laugh.
"You make me happy, George. Im just glad your back. But i have to ask, why'd you come back?" My face froze when the question went through one ear and out the other.
"Its ok you dont have to tell me if you dont want to"
"No, its not even a big deal. My mom could no longer afford the place we were staying at in England, so our only option was to move back here with...him." I hated calling him my dad, when he didn't even feel like one to me.
"George, im so sorry.. But look, if your dad does anything to hurt you, you call me. Ill be there."
"Dream you truly know how to make me smile, and i mean that."
The two reached the end of the hallway, and were met with a group of teachers.
"Excuse m-"
The teachers tone was enough to have us run down the hall back to the cafe, us giggling together, running from trouble.
We reach the cafe doors, and i hold my knees to catch my breath, and Dream doing the same.
TW: slur
"Dream why are you hanging out with this f*g"(im gay to be clear i just dont wanna say it just in case it makes anyone uncomfortable) could be heard from the distance.
I look up to see someone I wished I didn't. Someone I wished I would never see again.
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THE SPARKS ARE FLYING YALL!
