𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘, georgenotfound

twenty one.

Flor's POV

"Flor wake up." I heard someone whisper beside me.

"Let me sleep bitch." I muttered and turned the other way.

I heard the person sigh before hitting me with a pillow.

"What the fuck!" I groaned as I rubbed my head, looking up to see who had hit me.

"Morning Flor."

"Morning Sapnap," I glared a bit but smiled. "Why did you have to wake me up?"

"Oh, right!" He said as he sat down next to me on the couch. "Well first of all, you fell asleep on the couch."

"Oh right, sorry."

"Second of all, we're going out."

"Okay pause," I said. "We're going out?"

"Yeah. But not like in a date, more of a hanging out."

"Yeah okay, why not." I nodded with a smile.

꒰ ‧ ‧₊˚ time skip ₊˚ˑ ⊹ ꒱

"Sapnap we are not going into a strip club."

"Why not?" He whined.

"It's day time," I looked at him. "Oh look, this is a nice store."

Sapnap went to look at some clothes for himself and I did as well. I found a cute black skirt and a black tube top.

"Look Flor, found this for you!" Sapnap walked over to me with a black cardigan with sunflowers on it.

"That's cute!" I smiled. "Goes with these clothes as well."

"What can I say, I'm a fashion icon."

"Sure you are man." I chuckled as I walked over to the checkout section.

"Find everything okay?" The guy at the register asked, which I nodded to. "Okay, the total is going to be sixty two dollars and twenty eight cents."

I gave him two fifty's and waited for my change

"Here you go," He smiled as he gave me my receipt and change. "Have a nice day."

"You too." I smiled and grabbed my bag.

I started walking towards the entrance where Sapnap was waiting for me when I noticed the receipt had something written on it. His fucking phone number.

"Ready to go?" Sapnap asked.

I nodded. "Yeah let's go."

We walked over to the car and I got in the passengers seat. As I was putting my seatbelt on Sapnap spoke up while starting the car.

"What's wrong?"

"What?" I asked. "Nothing's wrong."

"Flor." He looked at me as he started driving to the house.

"Okay fine," I sighed. "The dude at the store gave me his phone number."

"He did what?!" He gasped.

"It's okay Sapnap I'm not going to text him anyway."

"Better not," He said as we parked in the driveway. "George would be pissed."

"Yeah I know." I mutter as we entered the house.

Dream and George were sitting on the couch, watching a movie.

"You guys are home, finally." Dream said.

"We're watching Cruella!" George told us. "Want to watch?"