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6- The Hunters

Very guilty for that last chapter... it was horrid.

It's later in the afternoon and George still can't get over how Clay loves his major so much. It's cute. Seeing his eyes become brighter, long lashes fluttering as he chattered away, god he could listen to him all day. Sadly, it comes to an end as he had to leave as Clay had an upcoming class to get ready for.

George heads back to his dorm and chats with Darryl who's still playing minecraft while Sap went to go grab a lunch. The brunette caves in and decides to join for party games. He gets bored way to easily, besides, he could use a bit of a cool down for his racing heartbeat. He's not so sure as to why he is so clammy and shaky. Taking a deep breathe, he accepts Bad's invite and joins the voice chat. Sap is muted along with Bad, so George decides to play monkey and do the same thing. He notices Dreams icon go from orange to green as he joins as well. "Why y'all muted?" George unmutes, "Cause those two are! I don't wanna be the only one!" He whines, throwing his head back. "Mind if I stream?" He asks. George shakes his head before he realizes he's an idiot. "Nope." He face palms himself.

All four are chatting, then Dream decides asks, "want to play speed run with a twist?" He chuckles like a villain planning an unspeakable plan. "A twist?" Questions Bad, pretty much being able to hear him raise a brow, George giggles. "Yeah! A 3 v 1, the runner tries to finish the game with 3 hunters!" He explains. "That sounds hard. What's in it for you?" Bad asks, slightly suspicious at the unfair numbers against him. "You guys have to say you love me!" He starts laughing, starting to wheeze like a teapot. Something in the brunettes mind clicks on the laugh, but he's not sure what. He shakes the thought, "You're on!"

With so many close calls, deaths and near death experiences, Dream actually won by teleporting behind Bad. George's mouth gapes open in shock. How? He can rarely beat the dragon on a good day! Or even survive the nether, and this man did it with three people on him, coming at him from all directions! With bloody compasses! "How!?" He yells in frustration at the streamer. George crosses his arms and pouts slightly. "George is pouting." Darryl tattle tails. "Bruh!"
"How do you know he's pouting?" Sap asks, slightly confused. "Are you guys dating?" Dream asks in an odd voice. Sounds normal but there was a small tone that practically poked George's ear drum. He's surprised he even noticed. "No!" He yells. "We just live together." Explains Bad. They heard the two go "ohhh." Before moving on.

"Snapchat! Say you love me." Dream demands. "I love you dream." Sap replies casually. "Love you dream." Bad repeats after sap. George is silent. "Love you guys too! Now, Georgeee!" Dream sings, "Say you love me~!"
He exhales loudly through his nose. "George!" Dream cries, "You have too!" The other tsks at him. "George! Tell me you love me!" He begs. "I love you, Dream." George utters, completely embarrassed. His pulse picks up and he can feel his face redden. He smacks his head against his desk in defeat. Why is he freaking out so much? "Yes! Yes! He said he loves me!" They can hear the man kick back his chair and jump around the room with big stomps. "Did y'all hear that? George said he loves me!" He sings before prancing around again, clapping his hands gleefully. George buries his face into his hands, listening to the other freak out.

     A few minutes go by of Dream saying his farewells to his chat while George fiddles around with his settings. He may be taking mental notes as well. How the man won? No idea. Was George going to practice to one day beat the man? Yes, of course. But first, he needs to complete his work and have a good nights rest.

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George stretches, sighing as he feels his bones pop like rice crispy's. He barely remembers what happened after the 3v1, but he isn't complaining. His mind wonders to a certain blonde man. The smaller wants to go out with him again, listen to him talk about his passions, future, favourite foods, if he likes his eggs scrambled in the morning, etc. He shakes is head, needing to get ahold of himself, he's going a little over board there. That's a bit weird, not gay, but weird. He contemplates on flipping a text over to the other student, furrowing his brows as he plops his bread into the toaster.
"What's up with the face?" George jumps, shoulders twitching at Darryls voice, he wasn't expecting him to be up quite yet. Usually the man slept in till at least 11.. "Uh, what face?" He tries to slap on an innocent face with a crooked smile. "Dude, I've known you for years, now tell!" He demands, planting his hands on his waist and cocking his hips to the side in a sassy pose. "I got coffee with Clay, but I can't stop thinking about it." He admits, tension disappearing from his body. "Awe, does Georgie have a crush?" Darryl teases, "No! I do not!"
     "Yeah yeah."

     George's phone buzzes, grabbing both of their attention. Digging through his sweatpant pocket, he clicks it on. He's surprised to see that he missed a text from Vivi, and Clay had just messaged.
     'Hey, there's a small get together / party at our friends dorm, wanna join? Bring anyone'
And the text from Vivi:
     'Did you get the invite!????? We're going."

     George looks at Darryl who's reading over the smaller males shoulders, "You coming?"
      "Hell yeah I am." He snorts at the dumb question.

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     Vivi is already at their dorm, binge watching YouTube on her phone to pass time, Darryl is playing with Sap and George is just trying to mentally prepare. He's never been so nervous to go to a freshman college party, yet here he is, sweating up a storm and trying to gather his thoughts correctly. Who's going to be there? What if it's just a prank? He'd never live to see another day if that were the deal. That's always been his worst fear, just imagining makes his stomach twist unpleasantly, he grimaces.
To keep things off of his mind, he decided to do some makeup. He dabs on light concealer under his eyes, brushes out his brows and combs his hair. Grabbing a small eyeshadow brush with a pallet Vivi gifted him, he puts on some darkish magenta on his lower lid and a bit on the upper, blending it out lightly with a light brown. He applies a small coat of mascara to highlight his eyes and he's done. It's not much, but he believes it makes a difference. Either way, he likes it, doesn't matter if another has a different opinion. Chucking on a necklace he leaves the bathroom to lay next to Vivi on the couch. They have about half an hour of chill time and George finally allows himself to relax.