LOVING YOU IS A CRIME

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Lamentable

                                                                      EMOTIONAL PATTERN 6/8

George's POV

"George Henry Davidson, you have not only been loyal to me, but also understanding, kind and have provided high quality hospitality. With this ring you will hopefully accept, we will be bound together through eternal bonds, surrounded by a strong friendship that we do dare to call one another a friend. We shall conquer this world together! I swear my heart has never beaten faster, please George Henry Davidson, be my partner in crime."

MY CONFUSION TURNING TO PANIC

"I-I can't."

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A painful sigh escaped his lips, I exhaled, letting out another shaky breath before my vision faded to pitch black. I opened my eyes, the light burning them immediately, I heard whispers around me. Instinctively, I jumped up from my current spot as my eyes darted around the room, looking for a way to identify the people in my room. 'Was this even my room?' I thought glancing at the the kitchen, 'That's the kitchen so, I'm in the living room. Supposedly the couch because this is quite a soft surface.' I looked to my right and saw 3 people, a boy with a blue hoodie, sweat pants and dark brown hair with blue highlights. I also saw Dream and another boy, he was all black and had white eyes, a tail? Much like one of a demon, a halo hovered above his head and wore red and black. I saw Dream smiling brightly, "Georgie? You okay? Do you remember anything before you passed out?" Dream asked sheepishly, a light pink dusting across his cheeks. He was most likely blushing out of pure embarrassment from the previous events, I decided to act like I couldn't remember assuming he wasn't feeling to good about the rejection. It was a bit rough, but I decided to just go along with my white lie, "No, why?" I managed to get out without a single stammer. "No reason," he replied rubbing the back of his neck, "And who are they?" I asked, suspicion too evident in my tone, that even I could hear it. "Uh? Oh! That's BadBoyHalo, but we call him Bad for short and that's Skeppy!" He stated, pointing at the boys beside him. "Right. And how exactly might they have gotten in my house?"

"Wait what?"

"You heard me! How do they know where I live?"

"Weeeell, I kind of sort of told them."

"And how did they get in?"

"They live in the shadows!"

"No they don't Dream."

"They lurk beneath your stairwell, waiting for the moment to poun-"

"Dream."

"They snuck in through the window?"

"DREAM!"

"Okay! Okay! I let them in alright!" He admitted in defeat.

I slapped a hand over my mouth, in an attempt to muffle the giggles that were threatening to escape my lips any moment. He looked genuinely disappointed, "Awww it's okay Dweam!" I teased, poking at his chin, the only thing visible besides his large super frown. "Aren't you two the most adorable muffins, Skeppy and I are happy to finally meet you! Dream tells us a lot about you!" The boy dressed in all red and black stated, who I assumed was Bad. "Yeah, it's really annoying!" Skeppy added, murmuring 'Ouch." As Bad stepped on his foot with a lot of force. I smiled, they acted like a family, Dream would laugh and smile at Bad and Skeppy's little arguments. "We used to be apart of Dream's little run away, until we were caught and nearly killed, but when we escaped we had to change everything. Bad used to have brown hair and glasses! He even had green eyes too!" Skeppy said, pointing a finger in Bad's direction. "Skeppy had brown hair and usually wore all black as well as a face mask, but now his face is fully visibile and he has blue hair and wears  outfits that vary in shades of blue." Bad explained.  "So will you be able to help Dream?" I asked hoping the answer was yes.