𒊹︎ᴥ︎𒊹︎I like tortles
3rd person is back confirmed???
As Sapnap continued to spit out the dumbest of jokes, Dream continued to wheeze. Suddenly Sapnap's laughing quieted down, but he had a huge grin on his face. As Dream calmed down, in between last minute laughs, he managed to say 'What?'. 'See that boy over there? I think his name is George?'
'Yes I see him, what about him?'
'I bet you, $50 to try and get his heart by the end of 2 weeks. It's Monday today.'
'Bet!'
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George propped himself up against a small tree, taking his earbuds out of his pocket and plugging them into his phone. He went to his trusty playlist, 'My World'. He scrolled for a few seconds before finding a song.
Dr. Greenthumb
Cypress Hill
As he listened to the song, scrolling through old texts, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up, pulling an earbud out. He turned the music down, looking at the person who tapped him. He was surprised to see Dream; a popular kid, with an outcast. Now if you were seen with an outcast, or whatever you may call it, you'd get pushed around. George sighed, meeting eye contact. 'Can I help you?'
'Woah, no need to be so harsh about it! I was just wantin to catch a seat by you' George could only stare at him. Did this 'Dream' boy think he was dumb? 'Okay, what's the catch? You gunna throw something at me? Just do whatever you're gunna do already, I want to get back to my music.' Dream blinked twice, in sheer surprise. 'Well?' Dream already knew he was most likely fucked, but he wasn't about to give up $50. 'Okay, calm down blue, I'm being genuine!' <'blue' can be a nickname for a shy guy> 'whatever.' George unpauses his music, popped an earbud back in, and brought his knees closer to his chest. He rested his head on his knees, closing his eyes and just vibing. Not even a second later, he felt another body presses up against his, and soon felt his earbud being taken out. He looked over, confusion plastered on his face. 'What are you doing?' His British accent came out more clearly in that one sentence. 'Listening to music with you!' A bright smile was painted on Dream's face, and George only muttered under his breathe as he put his head back on his knees. By now the song had changed to 'I Hate Jimmy Page'
George couldn't take it anymore. This was awkward. He stole his earbud back and stood up. Dream only followed his actions. 'What're you doing?' 'Leaving.' 'What why?'
'Because , clay, this is clearly awkward.'
He started to walk away, but was stunned when he felt himself being pulled back by his wrist. As he brushed hair out of his eyes, he realized how close he was to Clay. His expression changed from stunned to angry as a dark red layer on his face. 'Get off me you ass!' He shoved Dream away. He whipped around, speed walking home. Little did he know he was of course, being followed, by the one and only Dream.
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Can we get a Schlatt in the chat
