Love Game | 𝐷𝑁𝐹

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| George |

He felt a little embarrased for what happened backstage. The truth was that he actually did talk alot more about the fans simping or liking him than any of the others in the band. But, there was a reason to it, ofcourse.

The past year, he had been thinking of Dream. Alot. They've been best friends ever since they were fifteen in highschool, and now they're still at the same relationship status. Though, on the stage this time, showing of their proud friendship together with their other best friends.

George could still remember his first moments here. When he was forced to move from England. When his mom passed away, it left him and his father alone. And so, his dad decided to move to America. Or he didn't really decide-he got a better job here, and that's what started the whole journey.

One of the big things he remembered the most, was his first day of school. He was fifteen, and alone. Alone in a big, big school. A new foreign place.

He sure was a loner for the most of the time. Almost the whole day had passed without the short little guy even trying to socialize with the other people. But he couldn't complain, his british ass was used to not communicating with strangers.

But then, someone came. Someone, who he didn't know were going to change his life.

It was a boy, probably a few inches taller than himself. He had dirty-blonde hair, and his black t-shirt showed off his slightly muscular figure. He introduced himself as Clay but preferred to go by the nickname Dream. And ever since that day, they've been best friends.

George had found himself being quite intrested in music the last years of highschool. And one day, he decided to try it out. He immedietley attached to the guitar-looking stringed instrument. Except, it had four strings instead of six. It was a bass guitar.

So George became a bassist. Later on, the two best friends decided to go to the same college. They soon found out that the three other guys in their english class also played something each. The black haired one wearing a white t-shirt with a flame-emoji on it playing guitar, aswell as the cute guy in a purple hoodie and brown fluffy hair. And the last black-haired boy with a beanie tucked over his head, playing drums. With Dream's amazing vocals, they had completed a band.

But something was off between their friendship this year. Or the past two. They've not been in any fights, but the tension between them is wierd. Not wierd as in hate or grief, wierd as in butterflies fluttering in George's chest whenever thinking of Dream.

George was unknown to this feeling. He hasn't felt it before. Though, it felt kind of nice. Wings tickling him on the inside, and a smile always appearing on his lips for some reason. It felt comforting, yet dangerous. He hadn't told anyone about it, since he still wasn't a hundred procent sure about what it was.

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He stared at the man in the mirror. The glass-reflecting metal plate reflected back a skinny, pale, dark haired brunette staring back at him. Some silvery metal pieces sneaking up from under his eyebrow. His left ear had piercings too; starting off with a simple metal dumbell on the bottom, working itself up the edge with chains and other ornaments.

A tall height came up behind his chair, laying its hands against the chairs armrests. It bent down and looked in the mirror with a light smile.

"The piercings turned out great, Georgie." he said. The blonde man had a similar ear, decorated with the same metal bits as in George's ear to match. A shiny bit showed off when he opened his mouth to speak aswell.

"I told you not to call me that, Clay." George teased back. The figure reacted jokingly by being offended, and a hand flew up over his chest. They laughed together at how stupid it looked. The strong mans veiny hand laid itself on George's head before ruffling his hair.

"Great show. You did great."

"Thanks." he mumbled as an answer.

"Aw come on, stop flirting and get ready. We've literally booked a table at Steve's." Sapnap complained from his seat. Dream turned around with a smirk.

He walked over to him and bent down to his ear. He seemed to whisper something, something that made Sapnap furious. The black haired bandana guy pulled him by his shirt neck and hissed something in his face.

The small brunette couldn't overhear their conversation since they were so far away. But it for sure made them pumped up and angry at eachother. What was up with those two today? They had been fighting all day.

Finally, the group could go outside the arena to get on their tour-bus. The guards had blocked up the street from the crowd of fans, so they could get to the veichle without any distraction. Ofcourse they waved to them, but no autographs or pictures.

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