chapter 5

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a sigh of relief escapes george's mouth as soon as he steps out of school.

plugging in his earphones, he began making his way home. quietly humming to himself as he zones out, as dangerous as it was.

eyes glued to the pavement, he suddenly hears the faint sound of coughing and choking, really bad coughing. curious, he looks around, looking for the source of the sound, when his eyes land on.. dream?

there dream stood, hands up to his face, coughing harshly into his hand. george noticed the plethora of bleeding flower petals on the floor, which was.. strange. he's never seen those grow around this area which confused him even more.

rushing over to the blond, he stops right beside him, unsure of what to say.

"uhh.. are you oka-"

dream jolts up, eyes wide and hands full of tissues cvered in blood before stuffing the dirty tissues into his pocket.

"george! oh jeez- you scared me." dream chuckles nervously, george eye-ing him down the whole time.

"are you okay?" george repeats.

"oh, uhm, yeah i am. had a bloody nose." dream tries laughing it off.

george's eyebrows furrow, he was so sure he heard the coughing, he'd seen it, right? but he doesn't pry, even if his curiousity ate away at his thoughts.

"where do you live?" the brunette asks nonchalantly, catching dream off guard.

dream looks at thr other skeptically, "why.. did you suddenly ask that?"

george's eyes widen in panic, "oh- no don't worry i just wanted to make sure it wasn't a long walk home for you, i don't know." he began mumbling towards the end, embrassed of having to admit to it.

"oh." drem smiles warmly, "that's sweet of you."

"yeah.. well, answer the question." george changes the topic.

dream glances over in probably the general direction of his house. "uhm.. yeah, i'd say it isn't too far of a walk, i'll live."

george follows dream's gaze, realising that they would be going in the same direction to get back home. "do you live further down or the neighbour right around there?"

"further down, but there isn't that much of a difference anyway."

there was a difference though, it was a longer walk which.. worried george? he was confused as to why he was worried for some stranger that had spilled their drink on him, but his mind made up an excuse, reasoning that it was because dream had been choking to death just five minutes ago.

george hums in acknowledgement, "alright then cool, let's get moving." he nudged dream forward a little, confusing dream.

"wh- wait, huh??"

"we're walking home idiot, let's go." george gives him another nudge.

"ow! okay okay, i'm going!" dream chuckles, slight confusion still evident in his voice.

george smiles in satisfaction, before quickly trailing behind dream to catch up to him.

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the door quietly clicks shut as george makes his way into the house, peering out the window to see if dream was really okay.

george's house was the first they passed by, so george had insisted that he went further to "hang out" with dream, but dream declined, over and over again.

why? george couldn't figure out why. but he lost the arguement, and ended up waving dream goodbye on his front lawn.

he turns around to head into the kitchen, suddenly hit with a wave of hunger, searching around for their current chef they had ready at most times.

instead, he was met with his mother. fuck.

"george! how was school?" she smiles sweetly.

george averts his gaze down onto the floor, trying his best to avoid eye contact. "it was alright." he mumbles.

his mother hummed in acknowledgement, "just, 'alright?' "

the brunette moves past his mother, opening up the cupboards to check for snacks he could take upstairs. "yeah, nothign really new."

george searches around for anything he would want, and ultimately picks out a bag of takis.

"i see you got your shoe back."

george's shoulder's tense up, "yeah.."

"good. keep it that way." his mother turns around, eyes now staring daggers into george, the total opposite of the previous sweet smile she had on.

she walks towards george, "and if you loose it again, you're loosing all of your devices."

george nods quickly, before quietly making his way upstairs.

he hated how quickly his mother could change in just a second, it made any sort of happiness feel.. fake. but he had gotten used to it at that point.

a quiet buzz from his phone distracts him, wilbur had texted him.

wimblur: saw you and your little shoes outside

george404: stalker

wilmblur: we are literally neighbours

george404: point still stands

wimblue: anyways, window

george glances up to the curtains that covered his windows, walking over and pulling them aside to be met with a relaxed wilbur leaning on his own window sill.

"hey gogs." he greeted.

george rolls his eyes, "still don't get why you call me that."

wilbur shrugs, "it's funny, but that's besides the point." he shifts into a more comfortable position, leaning on the side of the window before continuing. "did you make a new friend?.. finally?"

george groans in disbelief, "this again? oh my god."
he climbs further out, letting his feet dangle loosely out the window. "no, i don't even know if he wants to be friends wilbur."

he paused for a second, before deciding to continue, "but uhm, we did walk home together. suprised you didn't see him.."

wilbur's face lights up more than it should, "YOO, WAIT ACTUALLY?"

george's eyes shot over to his bedroom door immedietly, calming down when he doesn't hear any footsteps before turnig back to wilbur.

"be quiet! oh my god, my mom's gonna hear you."  he hissed, ears still listening to every small sound around him.

wilbur open's his mouth to say something, but pauses before continuing quietly. "still don't get why you put up with her george, you know my parents will gladly take you in if needed right?"

george sighs, "it's not that easy wil, i've gotta get through school first. it'll get complicated if i leave too soon, you know this."

george still remembers clearly the night he had attempted to leave, off to wilbur's house to seek comfort and safety.

he had come back home that night to his pissed off mom, exam papers scattered across the table. george had blocked out most of the memory, but all that he knew was that leaving anytime soon would only be nothing more than a dream to him.

both he and wilbur knew that there were no other way to gain the money they needed to pursue their music career, and so he stayed.

"i know it's just.." wilbur sighs in defeat, "i just hate seeing you.. like that."

george smiles bitterly, "trust me i hate it more than you do, but it'll all be worth it. few more months and then we can apply for uni, we'll get through it just fine."

wilbur nods, "yeah.."

the two spent the next two hours sat at their windows, meaningless but comforting conversations flowing through the hours.

A/N: i am a musician wilbur and george truther /hj i just havent been able to forget abt george's guitar we saw in that one stream lmao

side note, i havent been updating as much so im v sorry lmao. ive been v distracted w drawing since i gained motivation for that again for some reason. thanks for reading though, and have a nice day!

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 06, 2022 ⏰

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