Dreamnotfound Oneshots

Chapter 20 - Misty streetlight

TW - Cussing, angst, lots of fluff at the end though :)

George's POV -

I walked through swarms of people in the hallways. They were almost always so slow when they walked. My converse squeaked loudly against the grey concrete floors. They talked loudly to their friends, giggling and yelling. It kinda sucked to be in a school with probably way too many people to even fit. A random person ran by, shoving past me along with a bunch of others. I sighed loudly. At this point, it felt like I was swimming through water made of pandemonium.

Suddenly, a certain someone caught the corner of my eye. A dirty blonde, almost brown haired guy wearing a dark green hoodie walked through the other hallway. I gave a disgusted glare even though I knew he couldn't see me, and went off into my 8th hour English class. Ugh, that was the overrated popular jerk, Clay. He's one of the most well known people at my school. He was almost always nice, but he had something against me. I'm just a chill brunette with a cozy warm hoodie, sweatpants, and black coffee colored eyes.

As I entered the generic English teacher classroom, I noticed Sapnap just casually scrolling through his phone, messing with his hoodie strings with one of his feet on his desk. I leaned over to where his head was. "Whatcha doing there Sap, scrolling through some hot guy pics, or girl pics?" I whispered in his ear. He jolted in his seat, and without thinking punched me straight in the stomach, and hard. "GAH! SAPNAP! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelped in pain, but started to giggle. We both went into a fit of laughter until the bell eventually rang, and class just began. A couple minutes later, I honestly really didn't want to evaluate different verbs, adverbs, you get the idea. I raised my hand, wanting to leave the class as soon as humanly possible.

"Yes George, what do you need hun?" the woman questioned.

"Could I use the bathroom?" I asked innocently. I secretly prayed that she would say yes so I could just roam the halls and have some time to myself. I could possibly even see my friends along the way too. Plus, I partially wanted to tidy myself up a bit so I could look pretty decent.

"Yes you can go, but you need to be quick." She replied sweetly.

I grabbed my backpack, and went back out into the halls. My shoes slipping against the flooring each time I took a step. I walked over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My hair was a little messy, and my eyebrows were pretty messed up, scrambled everywhere. I didn't have a spoolie in my backpack, so I just ended up using my finger and some water to neaten them up a bit. My sister had me extremely prepared to the point she even gave me a mini bottle of leave-in conditioner that smelled like sweet cinnamon, but she really should have considered giving me a backup spoolie. Maybe she thought I would look perfect anyways because my sister is that way.

I sprayed the liquid in my hand and gently applied it to my hair, the product making my hair soft and naturally glimmering. As I put everything back into my backpack, I backed up and looked at myself into the mirror once again.

Damn. I looked really good.

I lazily grabbed my bag, and put it on one of my shoulders. Really quickly, I turned over to look behind me in the mirror. This outfit is so cozy and nice on me, I'm definitely going to sleep in this. I began to step out of the bathroom into the hallway, but I ended up bumping into someone along the way.

"Shit, I'm sorr-'' He apologized, until our eyes met.

"You're alright.." I replied, my voice shakier than intended.

"Scram you dumb idiot, I really don't need you here right now." He snarled.

"Ugh, fine you jackass."