Secrets In Peach soda (Georgebur)

chapter 26 our outing.

After almost a damn months, I decided to finish what I've started. Sorry for your wait, might as well get the Job done.

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They jumped into a limo, Dream was just as rich as Techno but they didn't live like him. He wasn't jealous he was just fascinated.

He wondered if he was pampered like this all the time, he was treated as king or prince. He wondered if he's mother made him like this would he be spoiled? He scoffed at himself, he admits, he is already spoiled.

It has gotten easier to admit to the past, sometimes he doesn't even realize that he is admitting to it. Or his own feelings. He turned to Techno and he's heart raced. He hated his feelings but for him, but he couldn't help but cave into it. He wanted to like him- he knew he did.

Wilbur opened his eyes, more than he wants to admit it.

He didn't even realize how time passed as he was in his own thoughts. He felt the car slow down and he looked up, he couldn't see out of the windows, so he'd turn to Techno. They both stared at each other, he held up his eyebrow and Technoblade gave a reassuring look to him. He mouthed, "are we here?" Techno understand and nodded.

"We're here!!! Ahh!! My home!" Mrs Craft squealed in excitement, she got up from the car, her black long end, poured like a river.

"There's the paparazzi! Best faces boys!" She looked back at them.

"Before we go out there, since you guys are finally old enough and your hybrids are finally showed, I need to you guys to spread your wings, let your inner self loose. Alright?" She said to them.

They nodded, "Wilbur, let your wings out and your eyes show. Dream and George, are you comfortable with your pictures being taken?"

"Uhm, I don't mind." George shrugged.

Dream on the other hand hesitated. "Ugh- uhm. . . Yes, I'm fine with it." He nodded softly.

"Techno, here, I've gotten you some gold." Techno's eyes widened and his pupils dilated as he stared at the gold bracelets and earings, along with necklaces, he's ears came out and so did the rest of his hybrid come out (didn't turn into a pig though).

Mr's Craft laughed, "awh, so cute." He ruffled his hair as she put the jewels on.

"Anyway, guys be ready, you might be put in magazines, probably, still anyway, here's our turn!"

The limo had stopped Infront of the red carpet. The door's had opened up by security guards and Mrs Craft came out of the limo elegantly.
Her drooped down dress fell onto the carpet, like waterfalls, a puff of dark purple smoke puffed up and her wings, dark and grey-ish purple-ish wings. It was an outline of bones from the normal wings you'd see. It had sparkles of smoke falling down like a Cloak. She was magnificentantly beautiful.

The crowed of paparazzi went wild, screams and ooo's grabbed their attention fast. She gave a smirk and the boys walked behind her, they got their pictures taken, Dream or George wasn't use to this attention.

It was a guilty pleasure indeed for Dream, he hadn't been seen for a while and has forgotten the feeling. He smirked and gave some smiles here and there, he was like a natural for it.

He turned to Techno and he was the same but with so much experience, he gave the paparazzi what they wanted, what they expected and they love. His death stare made the flashes go wild.
He couldn't help but admire him.

The next car came up and that was a sign for them to leave the red carpet and go inside the building.

It was what you'd expect from a far, the word orchestra theatre screams alot in the mind.