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Was This A Bad Idea?

Remember how I said I was going to update it's called freefall next? I lied(my bad). Im sick so I don't have school, so here's a chapter.

I didn't edit this at all. I wrote it and I'm posting it. So sorry for typos or shut that doesn't make sense.

Ft: karlnapity, George wanting to be a normal fucking teenager, hopeless romantics, kissing, and the lead up to an important party.

TW: underage drinking

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The passing days went by quickly. A lot of it was a mixture of George talking to teachers about misplaced missing assignments from his time gone and excitedly chatting about going over to Quackity's that weekend.

George slid into a chair at lunch, mumbling something about one of his teachers making him make up an essay for a book he hadn't read because he was gone.

"That sucks" Karl commented, a pitying look on his face.

"It's fine. Like, I get it, but the year's almost over and I don't know what they expect me to do. Plus, he told me earlier I didn't have to do the reading. So how the fuck am I meant to write an essay on a book I was told I didn't have to read." George crossed his arms.

Sapnap looked up from his food from across the table. "Hey, look on the bright side. Quackity's party is this weekend."

Karl nodded. He'd warmed up to the idea after George had acted so calmly at the prospect of going. However, Dream hadn't lightened up about it still.

"I don't know if I'm going to go" the blonde muttered.

George looked over at him, searching his face for any sign as to why he seemed so over the idea suddenly. "Why?"

Dream looked hesitant to answer. "I still don't know if it's smart. It's a lot of people, definitley a lot of alcohol, and- It just feels like a bad idea."

George frowned. "I'm not drinking. I know that's what you're worried about, but I'm not going to." George looked serious.

"I don't know. I trust you, obviously, but there are much better ways of going about having a "normal high school experience" than a party."

George put a hand on Dream's arm. "Just listen. I'm being genuine when I tell you I can handle being around people, I can handle being around alcohol, and I can handle being normal," George stated evenly, his voice a bit quiet, even though he wasn't totally sure if all of that was true. He was getting better about it all, sure. But he wasn't actually sure if he was ready.

"I'm not trying to say that. I swear. Just that you might need more time to recover."

"I've been 'recovering' for months."

"You're not worried at all that-"

"Nope. Seriously, I just want to go over to our friend's house, hang out with you guys, and have a good time. My plan isn't to go an get drunk like it's some kind of rager. Remember, Quackity said that this would be a smaller thing than Sam's party."

Sapnap nodded to verify what George had said. Dream sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Fine, okay." He smiled a bit. "You win."

A smile tugged at the corners of George's lips, but he tried to contain his happiness. He was determined to have a normal high school experience for the next few weeks of the year. He was aware it was a silly thing to be so caught up on, but for the first time, George felt happy and safe, and he was able to actually enjoy his life. He just wanted to act normal for a little bit.