Patrick and George had been bestfriends since 6th grade, always sticking by each other's sides. Always there for each other, always helping each other out, always a willing shoulder to lean on to one another.
But on this day things got a little too intimate.
The morning sun gleamed through George's window shudders, awaking him from another nightmare. The past month he'd been having these dreams of him being murdered, falling to his death, and just endless ways of him dying. He slowly woke up, clearing his head and telling himself that the nightmare wasn't reality. Once he snapped out of it he got out of bed and checked his alarm clock.
7:37 AM
He changed into some clean clothes and brushed his teeth. Grabbing his book bag from his homework desk and heading out of his room. "Ah.. shit." George cursed as he searched for his shoes.
He walked to the front door finding his tennis shoes along with some socks tucked inside of them. Putting them on, George got a text from Patrick.
> Yo BRUV AY. I'm outside where are you lmao.
< Chill I'm putting on some fucking shoes you brainlet
> Alright babe calm your tits.
George blushed at the pet name patrick called him. "The affect he has on me, Jesus fucking Christ.." Not bothering for breakfast, George stepped outside only to see Patrick leaning on his mailbox.
"Hey Pat."
"NIGGA IT'S 7:52 LET'S FUCKING GO BRAINLET!" Patrick nearly screamed as he took his friend by the hand and ran to school.
George went with it, loving every bit of the moment as his best friend took total control him. They rushed down the block to their highschool, out of breath.
Patrick finally let go of George's hand, looking up into his eyes.
"Bro you alright? You look like you're fucking constipated my nig nog."
George couldn't help but have a ridiculous fucking smile across his face due to the hand holding. He snapped out of it, blowing it off like it was nothing.
As they walked in side nearly missing the bell, Patrick let out a long sigh, "FUUCCCKKKK I'm so glad this is the last day, been waiting for this shit forever my homie dawg."
"Dang you're right, this is the last day.."
They walked into homeroom only to see the desks pushed towards the walls leaving a huge empty space in the classroom. There were streamers and party decor everywhere and everyone was doing their own thing, socializing and stuff.
Mr. Frank, their Japanese language and homeroom teacher, greeted them. He explained that today was a free day to just enjoy with other students to celebrate the last day before summer.
George and Patrick made their way towards the end of the room, taking a seat in one of the desks shoved in the corner. George took off his book bag and Patrick did the same. Patrick stares at George, noticing something was off.
"For real, are you okay?" Patrick asked with caring eyes.
"I.."
"I had another dream." George said hesitantly.
"George.. it's alright dawg come here." Patrick said softly as he embraced George in a warm hug.
George snuggled into his neck, really savoring the warmth coming from Patrick. It made him feel a specific way he couldn't express with words. He felt so fucking in love.
