Just The Truth

The party

At 5 pm on Saturday the dorm was already trembling.
Many boys had already started to get ready, shower, get the perfect clothes and the best hairstyle.
It usually wouldn't be like that before parties, boys didn't care to look presentable in an all boys party of an all boys school but that time was different since Tommy told everyone (by slipping a note under every room door) that girls were gonna be there.

The headmaster of the near all-girls school agreed to participate in the event.

How did Tommy do it? No one knows, but suddenly everyone became very interested in the party and was the only thing that people talked about for the rest of the week.

If Tommy wasn't sure if everyone would have come to the party before, now he surely was.
He had spent a few weeks organising this but he was content with the result.
The gym was decorated perfectly.

"This looks better than I thought it would." Wilbur steps resonated on the still empty gym space.

"WILBUR!" Tommy shouted, happy to see his brother "You here to help me set the final things?" He could consider him the closest thing to a brother that he had ever had.

"No." Tommy's face saddened "We are."

A pink haired guy and their teacher Mr. Waston appeared behind Wilbur.

"YOOOO THE MAN HIMSELF PHILZAAAAA AND TECHNOBLAAADEE!" the 9th grader yelped while Wilbur covered his ears.

"Sometimes I still wonder why you still stick with us," Techno asked Phil.

"Because without me you would have gotten in loads of trouble."

Techno grinned and proceeded to go calm down Tommy.

"So" the blonde boy said, shoving Wilbur once again on the shoulder "Y'all are going to help me?"

{~~~~~•~~~~~}

Dream wasn't particularly interested in the party, but George was.

Sapnap had already escaped to Karl's room and Quackity had found peace in sleep when the brunette brought an infinite pile of clothes in Dream's room and started trying them on, changing combinations and ideas every two seconds.

Dream didn't mind, he was just laying there on his bed, with his book every once in a while stealing a glance towards George's figure, either to give him opinions or just because he liked looking at him.

"I don't know if this feels too formal, maybe I should wear something casual."

George turned around from the mirror to Dream. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, with a jacket on top of it.

"You look stunning." Dream simply stated.

"You are no help, you've been saying that for the past half an hour."

"Just the truth."

George rolled his eyes and went to try on a new outfit.

After a few more tries he decided to go with a simple turquoise shirt and black jeans that were larger at the end, so he was both formal and casual at the same time. It was going to be hot inside the gym but cold outside so he was going to bring along a black trenchcoat.
Dream didn't hear from him for a good ten minutes (since the other boy had refuged in the bathroom) when he opened the door.

"Can you give me a hand?" George asked. He was holding a pair of scissors in his hand; his hair was a mess and wet. "I can't trim my back properly."

His eyes were glued to him, Dream thought George was beautiful but he never thought he could get even more charming.