Bee In The Garden: Beeduo

Chapter 5: Apparently a Friend

[Mc's POV - Tubbo]
[Back at the present, the Library...]

"Is that a gay book?". I flinched as a sudden voice came behind me. I slowly looked over my shoulder, to see a rather pretty man with a deadpan expression. He just stared at me, probably waiting for me to respond.

"Is this a staring contest now?", the guy added sarcastically. I still didn't say anything just continued glaring at the guy. "When are you gonna speak?". The guy said again.

I sighed, as I closed the book. "I wasn't reading a gay book" "Oh really? Then why was there a picture of two guys kissing under the label 'homo relationships'". The said guy asked, slightly leaning against the shelf.

I stayed silent already knowing that I was busted. Though it wasn't specifically a gay book, more like a sexuality book. But again, I sighed before turning to face him fully, book still in hand.

"It's a sexuality book, now please mind your own business", I admitted defeatedly, whilst the guy just let out a huff followed by a smirk. "Oh, my bad, but why is the bee prince in my year reading such a book?"

What the fuck is a bee prince? Was the first thing that popped up in my head as soon as he finished his sentence. Though I didn't say it out loud, and just brushed it off.

"What's it to you? Mind your own business please", I said as I glared at him even more. "Woah, calm down, I was just wondering why such a prodigy be reading a sexuality book, unless..."

"Could our year class favorite be... Gay?", he added, and I shifted uncomfortably in his gaze a bit, making him get the idea that he was probably right. "So guessing from your reaction, then I'm right?".

He asked, though the smug grin was still planted in his face. "I-I'm still finding my sexuality, shut up". Why the fuck did I stutter? "Oh~ so our precious bee is exploring his sexuality, interesting".

"Don't worry though, I won't tell anyone, seeing you fail in life doesn't excite me at all", he added, but was now said in a depressed yet serious expression. I can never understand this guy.

I just nodded, and slowly walked away, but a hand stopped me from doing so. I turned around to see the same guy, but with a cheeky smile this time. He has seriously has some serious mood swings.

"My name's George by the way, class 11-2, just a section below you", I just nodded and started introducing myself too. "Toby Smith, or Tubbo, class 11-1", I briefly said.

His smile grew brighter and took his hand of my wrist, positioning it for me to shake his hand. "Let's be friends, Tubbo, you must be lonely knowing your position and reputation in class".

I just looked at him, a bit of disbelief in my half. How did he know my situation right now? Maybe it was obvious that I was loner? I brush those thoughts off, as I reluctantly shook his hand.

"Sure... Let's get along well", and with that, he pulled me into a short hug. I didn't have enough time to react as he pulled away as I was about to hug him back. "Now that's that settled, let's look at that book".

George said as he pointed at the sexuality book that I still had in my hand. I shyly nodded, a blush creeping up to my face from embarrassment. And with that, he led us to a table to sit in.

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George was a pretty fun guy to hang around. He is hella weird, that's for sure, but that made him funny and unique in a way. I don't know how to explain it, but he's just comfortable to be around.

While we were at the library earlier, I got to learn more about him. Though the library wasn't really the most convenient place to get to know someone. We almost got kicked out of his laughter cause of that.

But anyways, I found out that he too was a loner. He wasn't like that at first though. He and his friends just apparently separated throughout the years, and now he's all alone in this school.

He told me about his said friends, there were two of them. First one was named Nick, but he preferred to be called as Sapnap. He was an American boy who was his middle school friend, til high-school.

Then the second one, who was apparently the most special one to him. He really cherished this one friend, and he even admitted to falling in love with him. Yes, he's a very proud gay, and I respect that.

The guy's name was Clay, or more reffered as Dream. He met him in a playground when they were kindergartens. That was such a cliche meeting, but I didn't protest his story time.

Anyways, he was actually the one who named Clay as Dream. Since for George, he was exactly like a dream, or something like that. He wanted to call him prince, but he didn't wanna be obvious.

So he called him as Dream instead, and just made up a reason like 'I sometimes dream of you being a superhero', or some dumb ass reason like that. He named it when he was like 5 so it's alright I guess.

Later I found out that he moved back to Florida last year, since it was his home town, to which George obviously was disappointed at, but he couldn't do anything about it.

I felt sorry for him, but he said that he was glad to have a new friend, and especially me. I didn't know what the 'especially me' part meant, so I brushed it off.

But I'm happy that he can at least trust me in something. Like his life stories, and I also shared my sexuality crisis with him. In which he related, when he was in his early gay days.

I didn't tell him who particularly made me like this, but he didn't question about it, maybe he thought that I would be uncomfortable. But throughout the afternoon he helped me.

I now know myself to be a pansexual. As I liked the person as for being themselves, and not because he's a handsome boy. In which I completely agree too, though I'm also exploring my love for my crush.

Like how serious I am with him, but I brushed off those thoughts as I wanted to focus on my homework that was in front of me right now. I ran my hand through my hair and started writing.

I didn't get a wink of sleep, as I pulled an all nighter. I didn't care though, since I'm very much used to this now. And the sound of the rain in the background was not helping my sleep deprivation.