Dream watches George play socc
Dream was pushing through a crowd of people, food in one hand and a drink in the other. He made sure he got a seat where he could not only see the field, but where George, his friend see him clearly.
As he took his seat, he searched the field for George. His team was sitting almost directly in front of Dream, but George's number was no where in sight. "Dream!" He heard from below him. He looked down by the fence and saw who he was looking for. He smiled and jumped out of his seat coming up to him.
"What're you doing here!?" George asked, his voice filled with joy and excitement. Dream chuckled. "I couldn't miss your game!" He said, resting his arms on the fence. George chuckled and turned his head to his team then back to Dream.
"Of course you pick the game against the team we always lose against." George mumbled. "Ahh, cheer up, maybe I'll be good luck?" Dream said, shrugging. George raised his brows and laughed.
"Yea, that's funny." George said. Dream snickered. "Guess you'll just have to play extra hard, I'm here for a show." Dream said, winking at the brunet. George rolled his eyes. "This game always ruins our winning streak, pray we can make it to playoffs this year." George laughed.
"I'll be cheering you the whole time babe." Dream said, neither him or George realized what he had said. "Hope you got a good view." George said. "I'm good at picking seats don't worry." Dream said. George looked behind George in hopes his other friends would be there. Dream frowned.
"They couldn't make it." He said. George smiled at Dream. "That's okay, there's a next time." George said, even though it hurt. "I tried to get Sapnap to come, but he got sick yesterday." Dream said. "Hey, at least I have you, my biggest supporter." George said. Dream smirked.
They both looked up when George's coach called out to him. George smiled at Dream. "I'll be watching you like a hawk, play good, kick some ass." Dream said, patting the fence before backing away. George winked at him.
Dream looked back as he walked back up to his seat, the number 404, only George. Dream chuckled and shook his head as he took a seat. He examined the brunet with his teammates. Their colors were a greenish blue, George's cliques were a neon green. 404 was outlined in white and neon green.
They did their little chant and George and a few others rushed out to the field as starters. George was a top right wing, almost right in front of Dream. George could be considered a professional football/soccer player. However, his coach isn't too fond of George, Dream thinks it's because George is better than he ever was.
His eyes stayed locked on George as he ran down the field, panting for air. He watched his feet work as the other players tried to steal the ball from him. Dream cheered him on as he swerved around everyone and kicked the ball to his teammate.
The ball was kicked back to him and he scored the first goal. Some of the crowd cheered, most of the crowd were there for the other team, George's team was known for getting blown out by this team, with ending scores like 80-0, 40-4, it was bad.
Three goals from George later, the coach pulled him out. Dream sighed out of frustration at the coach. He knew George was his star player, if they lost, George had full right of quitting or putting the blame on the coach.
Someone behind Dream shouted out, "PUT HIM BACK IN! WHATRE YOU DOING!?" Dream couldn't agree more. George walked back and forth behind the bench, his head down and his hands on his hips as he chased for his breath. He stopped in front of Dream and looked up at him, wiping his face with a towel.
Dream raised his hands out in question, George just shook his head and walked away.
After like 10 minutes, the other team caught up with 7-3. George finally stepped up and told the coach, "you need to put me back out there, we were winning."
