Dappled sunlight shon down through verdant foliage upon the brown wands of the tree he had been sitting under. Sapnap had left his side not too long ago to play footb— soccer with Karl, Quackity and Dream, using an excuse of not having equal teams... Or something like that.
An invitation to play with them was offered, but George was swift in declining, adamant on just sitting on the side and watching, though he hadn't passed one glance toward the four in front of him, and instead had been watching right about everything else.
From a small viridescent caterpillar clambering up the trunk behind him, to a small darkling beetle fighting its way through blades of grass much too tall for it.
"So much for watching us play."
George looked up lazily, honeyed hues meeting all-too bright emerald. He was quick to look back down after identifying the blunt interruption as Dream. "So much for playing," he muttered, moving the back of his hand over his eyes to block out the increasing sunlight.
"I am playing," Dream scoffed, clearly unappreciative of George's tone.
"No you're not, you're over here ruining my alone time." George rolled onto his side, resting the side of his face against his arms. When the blonde towering over him grew silent, he felt his stomach begin to twitch with nerves. Is this the part where I get beat up because I talked back to the all-mighty Dream?
"Do you hate me or something?"
The question that rolled off Dream's tongue was far from what George was expecting, and he turned onto his back and sat up, raising a brow. Dream had crouched down, becoming level with him so George could hold eye contact without having to squint because the sun was in his eyes.
"No." George replied with, leaning back against his palms that remained rooted in the grass. "I don't hate you, I just don't know you enough to be overly friendly."
"If having basic social skills is overly friendly to you, what the hell is just being friendly?" Dream sneered, eyebrow lifted and the tip of his unusually fuzzy tail flicking.
Luckily George didn't have to reply, not as if he was going to, the blonde's snarky question left him speechless, any attempt at striking back fizzling out on his tongue. "Dream?" Quackity jogged over to the tree the two were under, and reached for the lid of the cooler left beside George's feet. He retrieved a water bottle from it, the condensation turning into droplets that trickled down the shorter's arm in cold streams. "Are you harassing George?"
Yes. George thought, but remained silent, laying back down in the grass and rolling onto his side.
"Wouldn't say harassing." Dream muttered, casting one last disapproving gaze over the brunet before looking down at Quackity, "more like trying to make friends."
Bullshit way of trying to make friends.
"I'm sure he'll warm up to you in dues time." Quackity assured, as though George wasn't laying right next to them and could hear every single word.
"Doubt it," Dream said sharply, which irked George. "I'm sure a mouse can hold a better conversation than this guy can."
"That was unnecessary." Quackity's voice trailed into silence as Dream's heavy footsteps faded from George's ears. He looked up with a raised brow, noticing Dream jogging towards Sapnap and Karl. "Sorry about him, he's—"
"Rude? Impolite? Crude? Unnecessarily blunt? Impatient?" George offered with furrowed brows.
Quackity laughed, "you could've saved time by just calling him a dickhead."
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Razderona • DNF
FanficGeorge hated the idea of being shipped off to Florida for the sole purpose of learning about his power, heck, he hated the idea of having powers to begin with. Unfortunately for him, an overly cocky blonde is here to make his new school life hell.
