'Meet me there?'
/Dream sent a location link/
George looked over the text messages and offers his phone to wilbur, to read the text.
"Oooo mystery first date, aye?" Wilbur is somewhat gleeful for his friend to be getting out there for his first date. After all these years, he'd somewhat grown into being the mom friend but seeing as george was as he was, anyone would want to take care of the boy. And from what hes seen, george didnt mind all too much being taken care of properly.
"First of all.. Its our second time we ate out. And second of all.. I dont think i know that area, do you?" George asks while pulling off his sweat shirt and looking to the towel hanging on his door knob, considering a warm shower before getting changed.
"Second date, then, hmm?"
He hears typing along with the question and turns around to quickly move to wilburs side, barely able to catch the moment he hit send.
"Wil, What did you--?"
'Okay baby ;) '
"WILBUR!!!"
The taller laughs his heart out while feeling his friend hit at him in bashful complaint.
"Ill drive you, i have something to so so text me when youre ready." Wilbur hands the phone back and walks off to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob.
"Make sure to wear some skanky underwear, ive got a couple rubbers in my car to offer you for the night"
he tips before quickly swinging the door shut after practically gliding out, hearing something thrown at the door late.
He grins to himself.
"Ughhhhhhh" george groans, plopping back on his bed, arms covering his burning face.
////
Okay.. So maybe this was a date.
George played with his hair all while stood in front of the mirror while asking himself question after question.
Was this a real date?
Are dates like this?
Dream would tell him if it was a date, right?
Does he smell?
Should he take a shower?
Should he put in kore effort for the date?
Should he talk to clay like they usually talk, while on a date?
Would dream even want to date him?
Eventually he rechecks the messages, to find a time thrown in. He had an hour.
George resets his phone next to him on the bed and looks back up to meet eyes at his doubtful reflection.
He recalled what wilbur insisted.
Should he dress up, a bit more?
His reflection flushes up and he couldnt stand to even make eye contact with himself, hands coming up and hiding his face away.
Stupid....complicated...feelings.
In theory, if this was a date, he had dressed up appropriately. But if it wasnt... Well it would be a little akward for him to have a button up and fancy trousers for simple dinner with a friend. Right?
After about the 50 minute mark hit, george had damp fluffed hair and his picked outfit on, soon stepping into his friends car with a sigh.
Wilbur is grinning and glances to his friend, before pressuring the gas and starting to drive off, mentally recalling the location. He'd been there before.
"So how's the undergarments?"
"Shut up wil" george crosses his arms and slouches back in the passengers seat.
"Alright alright. There's a couple rubbers in the compartment there" the driver waves his hand over loosely. George glances from him to the small latch and outline of the compartment door.
"Seriously?" George crosses his arms and slouches a bit more. His face was burning by now.
Wilbur shrugs.
"Just being safe."
....
By the time George got out from the car he had a couple condoms in the back of his trousers pocket.
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