In love with my best friend🎀🍈

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AHHHHH- go to the end to see who I got inspired by! Please! I REALLY wanna give this person credit :0

George leaned his back against the cold wall behind him, folding his arms over his chest as he let out a deep exhale.
He knew it was a bad idea to come to this stupid party, Sapnap, Dream, and Skeppy were no where to be seen, those
assholes leaving George all on his own outside the males restroom. He decided to just wait it out until his friends wanted
to leave, parties were never George's environment, he'd much rather be sat at home, reading or playing video games.
However, Skeppy had somehow witchcrafted George to agree to come to this party, because there must've been a spell
on him if he agreed to this shit. The brunet brought his phone out of his pocket, and checked the time. It was 2:19 am,
sure it was a Friday, but this would ruin George's sleep schedule for a week or two and he'd be late for school. He sighed,
why was he so stupid sometimes.

Maybe he should just go home by himself? Actually, there were two problems with that. One; Sapnap had the keys.
And two; George couldn't drive. Sure he could walk home, but he really didn't want to walk two miles, not to mention
he'd have to pass through the junkie area of town, so probably kidnapped too. He leaned his head back and banged it
against the wall behind him twice, if only the brain in it was smart enough to stay home tonight, he could be sleeping
tonight. The worst part is, he snuck out with his friends, so he'd be locked out of his house, having to wake up his mom
by calling her, and also find an excuse for being outside at two am. Sapnap was also a total party animal, so there was
really no relying on him leaving before five.

"Are you sure you want to get them?" George's eyes widened at the voice, and he looked over to the entrance of the
restroom. That voice sounded unmistakably like Dream.

"Yeah, it's totally fine" A female voice replied, "Alcohol or just regular?" Her voice was soft like honey, George hearing her
footsteps coming closer to the restrooms entrance.

"Regular please, I'm unfortunately my friends designated driver" Dream replied, and George watched as a girl with
long black hair walked out the restroom, George narrowing his eyes at her. Who the hell was that? George went over
to the entrance of the restroom and walked inside, looking at the back where he saw Dream looking down at his phone,
leaned up against the wall. George furrowed his eyebrows, and came into view, folding his arms. Dream didn't notice him
at first, so he cleared his throat loudly, making the blond look up.

"Who was that?" George asked, raising an eyebrow. Dream shrugged, and looked away.

"A girl, obviously" The blond replied, looking down at his phone. George stepped closer to him, observing his face,
Dream was talking to a girl? Did he fancy her? Sure she looked pretty, but George didn't think she was Dreams type.
George didn't like this, he needed to know who that girl was, for no reason at all, he just wanted to make sure his
friend wasn't communicating with bad people, that's all.

"would I know her?" George asked, tilting his head. Dream looked up, his phone still in his hand.

"Just because we're friends doesn't mean you know all of my friends. She's just an old friend that is visiting, that's all"
the blond shrugged. George looked away to his right, seeing himself in the mirror of the bathroom. He then heard something
from Dreams phone, and looked over to see Dream laughing lightly, "Hey George, look at this" He held the phone out towards
him.

    George took it, and looked at the screen, "Wait, is this her number?" He asked, looking up, "why do you have her number?"
More totally not jealousy ran through George.

    "Um, because she's my friend, read the text" Dream said with a smirk.

    George looked down at the messages, seeing a new one sent only a minute ago from the girls contact. 'Wanna kiss?'.
George's eyes went wide, "Dream! What the frick!?" He shrieked, making Dream giggle, "what is wrong with her?" George
furrowed his eyebrows, eyeing the text to make sure he wasn't reading it wrong, "Dream!" Dream was just stood there,
giggling like a little idiot.

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