BEGINNING OF CHAPTER AUTHOR'S NOTE:
hi readers. new chapters of this story will be out every weekend. hope you are enjoying the story so far, it's been really fun for me to write. alright byeee.
George sat on the creaky wooden bench just outside Rob's closed office door, trying his hardest to listen in on Rob and Dream's conversation. But between the loud, deafening disco music and rowdy children laughing just a few feet away, George couldn't hear shit, no matter how closely he tried to listen.
Though George didn't have to wait long because just a few minutes after Rob's office door closed, it opened again. Out paced Dream, his head bowed down in attempt to hide his face as he wiped hot tears off his cheeks. Dream sniffled, ignoring George's stare as he sped-walked out of the front door of the rink quickly.
Rob left his office seconds after Dream, looking down at George.
"What happened?!" George asked, standing up from the bench.
"Thought you didn't care?" Rob said.
"I-I don't, I'm just...curious. He left the rink sobbing, Rob." George replied, adjusting the backpack strap on his shoulder.
"I'm not here to air out all my nephew's dirty laundry." Rob said, rubbing the temples of his forehead with two fingers in exasperation.
George laughed. "Who would I tell?! No one even knows who this Dream guy is."
Rob raised his eyebrows, as if that was the most incorrect statement George has ever made.
"Oh, they know him." Rob replied, checking the time on his phone.
George furrowed his eyebrows, not really knowing what Rob meant by that but not wanting to ask.
"Does he, like, not have enough money, or something?" George asked, walking behind Rob as he strolled towards the front desk.
"George, stop pestering me. I'm serious. Ask Dream yourself if you really wanna know." Rob said angrily, shuffling around in a filing cabinet looking for something.
"But I'm going awayyy tonight." George whined. "How am I supposed to talk to him? Come on, Rob, you have to-"
"Enough, George!" Rob said, raising his voice slightly and gaining the attention of a few customers.
Rob cleared his throat, grabbing onto George's arm and pulling him down the hallway, away from the public. Rob's voice fell to a whisper as he talked some sense into George.
"Dream is a troubled one, you understand? He's going through some shit, and I'd appreciate if you didn't act like you're entitled to knowing what's going on with him, okay? You're not a dumb kid, use your fucking brain." Rob whisper-yelled, immediately leaving and smiling at a customer as he entered back into the main rink room.
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The Rink
FanficGeorge, a high school student content in his routine of going to school then roller skating for hours on end, is in for a shock when a new kid is hired at the skating rink he frequents. New-hire Dream is a strong-willed nineteen-year-old (nephew to...
