The Devil's Puppet

≪•◦Chapter 3.4❈Talk◦•≫

George stopped in front of the huge school gates. He watched as a big hoard of students piled together, blocking the way inside. He could hear all the teenagers complaining about how slow others were walking. What he could also hear was people talking about how Sam suddenly disappeared as well. George rolled his eyes as he turned away from Jake's friend group. Once again, they were poking fun at what happened to Sapnap. Meanwhile, Jake still tried to get them to be quiet.

In the distance, he could see Callahan walking along the sidewalk. The brunette smiled as he caught the boy's eyes, running up to him. Callahan waved happily, wrapping his arms around the Brit. George smiled in return as he reciprocated the hug, "Hey, Cal! You're here early."

The teen nodded, looking through the pockets of his sweater. He searched heavily for his notepad and pen, having zero luck. George chuckled as he pulled out his phone, handing it to the brunette. "Here, just use my phone! You probably left your book in your room this morning," George said.

Callahan smiled, silently thanking his friend. They both stood before the gates, deciding to wait for the hoard of students to die down. However, from the looks of it, George assumed it'd be a good minute before it did. More students showed up, making the hoard bigger than it already was. Suddenly, the speaker from George's phone rang out.

"Are you waiting for someone?" the robot voice asked.

George shook his head, "No. I'm waiting for the 'traffic' to die down. From looking at how heavy it is, we'd get trampled."

Callahan nodded, making a face of annoyance as he turned to look at the hoard. He quickly turned back to the phone, moving his fingers to the speed of light as he typed. George snickered as he looked away, sighing heavily as he relished in the fresh spring air. It's almost the end of the school year. Suddenly, the thought of moving on to his junior year without Sam and Sapnap struck him like thunder. It was always a fear of his, moving on in school without the same friends from before. He couldn't imagine it.

"Dream is coming this way. He looks a bit odd. He probably has something on his mind!" the phone repeated. George looked over at Callahan, tilting his head to the side. "Where?" he asked, turning in all directions without spotting the blonde. Callahan audibly groaned as he got a hold of the Brit's arms, turning him around. Cal lifted his hand, pointing to the blonde in the bright green hoodie.

"Oh! I didn't see him there--" George said. He paused for a moment. Callahan was right; Dream did look off. "Huh... come on, let's go see."

Now, it was Callahan's turn to tilt his head. He stopped the Brit, motioning to the phone.

"Since when are you worried about him? Has he been growing on you since Sapnap? *smirking face emoji.*"

George laughed at the end. "I guess. We've been working together a lot more. I've seen his low points since giving up my grudges against him. Seems like I've never realized he had feelings, too."

Callahan smiled as he grabbed George's arm, pulling him towards Dream. George sighed, letting the brunette drag him away. The two brunettes stopped in front of the blonde. Dream looked up from the ground, staring at them with confusion. "Uh, hey?" he greeted.

"Why do you look sad?"

"Cal! Don't mind him--you're going to class today?" George asked.

Dream nodded. "I guess. Stanely hasn't said anything yet. You could say I'm just coming here to pass the time. What are you two doing anyway? The gate's not hogged anymore."

George turned around, looking at the clear passageway. He shrugged, "Avoiding idiots who don't know joking about our friends isn't okay."

Callahan nodded in agreement. Dream sighed as he looked around, realizing they were standing in the middle of the street. "If your guys plan to get run over and die, go ahead--I'm trying to get to the sidewalk," Dream said, walking around the brunettes. George quietly laughed as he looked at Callahan. The other teen shrugged, running toward the sidewalk.