Autophobia (DNF FANFIC)~discontinued

Chapter 8- Laser Tag

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(1.5K at the time of publishing, I write slow af forgive me-)
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GEORGE POV:

"GEORGE!" Bang "HENRY!" Bang "FUCKING!" Bang "DAVIDSON!" Bang.

"GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE. I. NEED. CLOTHES."

I sat on my bed, fully prepared to leave but debating whether opening the bedroom door would be a good idea. Clay had gone into the other room before coming back when he realised all of his clothes were in my room. I'd been debating what to wear- That's why it took me so long to get ready but when Dream had started raging outside, the only reason I didn't open the door was because I was worried he'd stab me the second I did.

Oh wait, he's going to Laser Tag with me, he cant kill me just yet.

I happily skipped to the door and opened it. And got punched in the face.

"OOPS. SHIT IM SO SORRY GEORGE, ARE YOU OKAY?!?"

I winced, holding my throbbing nose in pain. "Were you going to bang the door again?"

He grinned sheepishly, "Maybeee..."

"Just get changed, we have to leave in 10."

"Yessir!" he got into the room, locking the door behind him. As I was leaving and he was entering, our hands brushed. Just barely, but they did.

I didn't think much about it.

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DREAM POV: 

I still felt guilty for punching George in the face. I was mad, but I was just trying to bang on the door again when I saw his pretty face pop out and I couldn't stop my fist as it collided with it.

 Since then, I'd apologized.

A lot. 

He kept telling me it was ok, that he wasn't hurt. But I couldn't help but feel guilty. I ended up agreeing to not put up a fight when he offered to pay because both of us knew that would create a scene. And none of us wanted that. 

On our way to the Laser Tag place (someone tell me what its called?-), we saw an abandoned old house, with just over the right number of cobwebs to confirm the fact that it was one of those haunted house mansion things.

Obviously, we wanted to head to laser tag, but we confirmed that we'd check out the horror mansion later too. George looked a little uneasy, and I felt uneasy too because its terribly easy to scare the hell out of me. I'm probably the only human on earth that actually gets scared by horror mansions, and it's a fact I never admitted. 

Because it's embarrassing, don't look at me like that, writer.

George jumped right out of the car as soon as we got to the laser tag place, and headed right for the counter/reception (I DONT KNOW TERMS OKAY?!) to pay.

I locked the car, checked if we left anything behind and then strolled over to him. So by the time I got there, all the procedures were done. (Not that the writer was too lazy to write them, or the fact that they're COMPLETELY irrelevant)

He asked me which team I wanted to be in. I asked him which team he was in. He said blue, because it was his favorite color.