Bang and Burn ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 33

Dylan watched as George helplessly tried to tie a bowtie around the collar of his white shirt. "How the hell do people do these things?!"

"Easy. They look it up online," Dylan responded, highly entertained.

"I did, Dylan! I looked it up, I watched youtube videos, I even had Darryl send me a video of him doing it. I CAN'T do this!"

Dylan rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch. He pulled George away from the mirror on the wall and began tying it himself. "You'll have to learn how to do this eventually, especially if you attend any important business meetings and shit."

"But I have normal ties at home that I know how to tie. I had to borrow this one from Clay because this place is apparently fancy enough to have a dress code."

Dylan squinted at the bow tie. "You need to invest in more bow ties and tying lessons."

"I have normal ties, though!"

"I know, but you look good with a bow tie. You should wear them more often." Dylan pulled the edges of the tie, forming a perfect bow.

George looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the blue bow. "Wow. I would've never guessed that you, of all people, would be able to help me. Thank you."

"It's no problem. I went to a private school for two years and bow ties and ties were just a part of our uniform, I guess. The bow ties looked way cuter than the normal ties."

George ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to style it. "I would've never taken you as the kind of person to want to look good."

Dylan playfully scoffed. "What is that supposed to mean? You're literally borrowing my white button-up, dude."

"I don't know! You just come across like someone who doesn't care what they look like. You're all about the black jeans and graphic tees. Were you trying to impress a girl or something?"

"A guy, actually," Dylan responded. "Ah, the joys of being pan and wanting to fuck everyone." He laughed. "Anyway, let me know if you need help with anything else. Also, roll up your sleeves to your elbows, but don't make it look like you tried to make it look nice. He'll go crazy over that." George took Dylan's advice as he walked away, messily rolling his white sleeves up.

Clay came down the stairs dressed just as nice as George was, sporting a navy shirt and a white tie. When he saw George standing by the door, he stopped and slightly smiled as his face turned pink. "H-hey. You look nice."

"Dude, tell him he's hot!" Dylan whispered as he squeezed past them to go up the stairs. "You fucking know he is, so tell him, or I'll do it for you."

"Shut up, Dylan!" Clay whispered back.

Dylan nodded at George. "Bro, he thinks you're hot!" He then took off up the stairs, laughing maniacally to himself.

Clay shook his head as he opened the front door. "Shall we?" George walked outside, finding it hard to breathe with how fast his heart was beating in his chest. It was only made worse when Clay leaned in and whispered, "He's right, you know," into his ear as he opened the passenger seat door for him. George slid into his seat, biting his lower lip as he eagerly waited for Clay to get in beside him.

Clay settled into his seat and sat behind the wheel for a moment. "Hey George?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for going on a date with me. I can already tell this will be the best date ever."

George squinted his eyes. "How can you be so sure?"

"Well, you'll be there with me. If that's not perfection, then I don't know what is."