A Match Made in Hell

20

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing loudly.

Rubbing my eyes and letting out a groan, I reached out for my phone and answered it without checking who it was.

"Hello, you're speaking to Nicholas, who's this?"

"Hey Nick." I could hear a sniff over the phone.

"Oh, hi." My eyes widened when I heard clay's voice. We hadn't heard of each other for 2 weeks. I didn't think I'd survive being away from him for such a long time, but here we are.

"Can we talk?" He asks nervously.

"Now? It's 3 in the morning." I ask, being unsure of what he said.

He sighs, "i know it's too much to ask for, but can we see each other now?"

"Now? As in now now?"

"As in now fucking later." I can tell he's rolling his eyes from over the phone. "Yes 'now now' you asswipe."

I laugh at his comment. "I'll be getting ready. Who's gonna be there?"

"Just us. And George, he said he wanted to talk, too."

"Should I pick him up or are you picking him up?" I step out of bed slowly not to wake Karl.

"Honestly, I don't think I'll be able to pick him up. Can you do it instead?"

"Yeah, of course. Where are we going?"

"I have no idea."

"Well, neither do I. So just fucking pick something." I roll my eyes as I try to keep my voice down.

"How's that restaurant we went for new years 2019?"

I scoff and giggle. "Pfft. I guess that could work."

"So uh, I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah you will." I smile. "Bye."

"Thank you." He hangs up the phone.

I look through my closet and pick out some beige pants with a basic black hoodie, not having enough time to choose something fancy.

I pull out my phone to text George, only to realize he already beat me to it.

George:
I'll meet you outside in 10. Thank you.

I shrug and quickly put my clothes on, leaving the house quietly to meet George downstairs.

I left earlier than him, so I also got down earlier than him. It's George, he usually takes a long time to get ready.

I see him walking down the stairs in a rush. He pants as he gets to the bottom but immediately stands straight once he sees me.

I see why he was a few minutes late, those few minutes were definitely worth it though.

He's wearing bright blue baggy jeans with baby blue sweater, with his left shoulder sticking out, his tattoo visible.

I know, big shocker, our innocent little George has a tattoo.

Him and clay got matching ones for his 20th birthday.

George's tattoo says; he's all mine
Dream's tattoo says; I'm all his.

Cute and whatever, but I personally think it's stupid. Why get a tattoo dedicated to someone if you might perhaps break up with them or something? I'm not saying they're gonna break up, but nobody knows what will happen in the future.