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George is late. Oh so very fucking late. For what you may ask? His interview at a coffee shop on a main street Floridian town that he has no idea how to get to. Well he isn’t late late, but he is going to be if he doesn’t find out how to get there now.

He has literally just moved to Florida on a whim to get the fuck away from his family (regretfully leaving his little brother). But now he needs money and the only way to get money was to work (unless he started up an OnlyFans account, which many people have said he could do successfully). He had moved with what little money he had left after he graduated university with a degree in computer science.

The reason he is running late is because he got lost contemplating his new life and rash decisions (he was unpacking and ignoring his phone) so he didn’t notice the time as it steadily got closer and closer to 1 PM.

And now? Well not only is George going to be very late, but he is also very lost. Clever this one, ain’t he? If you couldn’t tell by now, common sense is not George’s forte, because it would have made sense to pull out his phone and find his way on Google maps. But no. Instead, he sees a man walking the way he is going and decides to catch up with him.

The man is tall. Like, human-giant tall. He’s wearing a yellow hoodie (it’s piss yellow so he presumes that it is green in actuality) and black jeans that were loose in the best way, with rips going down the legs. He has black converse with a simple white smiley face on the side (matching his hoodie apparently). The smile seems both creepy and endearing to George, like it has some secret meaning behind it but it could also be the mask of a serial killer.

George gently taps the mans shoulder, a slightly guilty look on his face. The man in question turns to face him, his left eyebrow quirked upwards at the stranger.

George does a double-take. The man, the extremely attractive man, has sandy blond hair that was long enough to give him that cute shaggy look. His eyes are yellow, but George guesses that they are green seeing as yellow eyes weren’t really a thing. His lips were partly opened, with a slight glossy-ness from him having licked them a few seconds ago as he turned around.

“Can I help you?” Honey. His voice is like honey and it sent a funny feeling flowing through George’s stomach. Everything about this man seemed to be yellow- or even better- golden. Like rays of sunshine and glitter rain.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. Um… I’m looking for Café Main Street and I have no idea if I’m even going the right way. Could you give me directions please?”

The man doesn’t answer him at first, seemingly trying to process the brunet’s words. It makes George doubt himself for asking, for thinking that anyone would help a random stranger lost in the streets if an unfamiliar state, country.

“You’re British?”

George is taken aback by the bluntness of the question. Why do Americans always seem to have a fascination of English accents? They always seem to feel the need to point it out too! It’s bloody annoying in George’s very important opinion.

“How very observant of you.”

“Sorry.”

“Can you help me or not?” George asks, getting impatient with the (beautiful) man. The man could be as golden as he wanted, but George doesn’t have time to wait, or he’ll lose the job offer (which he majorly can not afford right now!) Screw golden glitter rain and sunshine, he has priorities.

“Yeah, I’m heading there now. You can walk with me if you’d like?” The golden clad man suggests with a smile that is not unlike the golden sands of Margate. George only hesitates for a second before agreeing. Though that second is enough for his mind to spin with only slightly anxious thoughts about getting murdered.

“You won’t murder me will you?” He asks, looking up at the taller man. The hot, taller man who he supposes he wouldn’t mind getting killed by in reality. He only chuckles at George’s question with a shake of his head, like he is in disbelief that the smaller man would suggest something like that.

“I’m Dream by the way.”

“George.”

“Dude that’s so basic.“

“It’s better than Dream.“

“What? No!”

George just rolls his eyes. “You’re an idiot.” This only seems to make Dream laugh more. It’s a wheezy sort of sound, something that in most situations would make other people question this persons ability to breathe on their own.

The way they interact makes it seem as if they have been friends for years, not strangers who happen to have the same destination and have only spoken 3 to 4 sentences to each other. And no, George’s heart isn’t beating slightly faster with each passing second and if it is, it’s because we was exerting his body. Yep. Right. And no he doesn’t add his own laugh into the mix of strange noises coming from the other man (he totally did).

They walk in silence for a few minutes after calming themselves, George is checking his watch constantly and Dream side glances the small man.

“Why do you keep checking your watch? Meeting someone?” Dream inquires.

George hums. “Sort of? I’ve got a job interview in,” He looks at his watch again, “1 minute ago.” His voice drops off at the end quickly. “Fuck. I am so screwed.”

Anxiety is one of those emotions that George tries to compress, because feeling it is sometimes too much. George doesn’t want to feel it because when he does he feels like he can end mankind and cut right through the middle of the earth. He doesn’t just feel it, he breathes it if he’s not careful. He lives it and compresses it.

“Don’t worry. The manager is lovely. A real nice man. He’ll understand so long as you don’t keep swearing.” The blond man says, trying to soothe George. The brunet appreciates it and gives Dream a small smile in return. He really hopes Dream is right. The honey-dipped words are certainly doing something to calm the nerves.

“And besides. We’re here.” Dream speaks up about a minute later, a small smirk taking over his face. His light eyes are watching George’s face for a reaction.

He tries to hold in any physical reaction, not wanting to give the sunshine man the satisfaction he is looking for.

However, George does decide to play nice. Or not. He wants a reaction even if he doesn’t get to witness it.

It was obvious from their conversation that Dream is a regular customer here. Okay, so maybe he had some common sense. “Well, thanks for helping me Dreamie.” He said, saying his name with a slight sultry tone before winking at the lad and entering the café, leaving him to follow. Or so he presumes.

He doesn’t see Dream standing outside frozen for a few seconds. Or the small fluster on the tips of his ears and nose.

As George enters, he takes in all the details of the cute and quaint cafe. The walls are painted a calming shade of green, with plenty of flowering greenery to bring in just the right amount of colour and life. There are a variety of wooden tables in all shapes and sizes, including a friendship table - a table for strangers to sit and talk to other strangers and potentially make friends - a perfect table for George.

George heads over to the counter and tells the young barista that he is here for an interview with the manager. She happily shows him the way to the managers office.

Now that he is here, George’s nerves are rising rapidly. He really shouldn’t be worried because he’s so natural and confident when talking to people (so long as the conversation isn’t about feelings), whether they are strangers or old friends.

He knocks gently on the door of the office and steps inside when he is told too.

-

George comes out (hehe) beaming. He has achieved the job position and Bad (the manager) said that he would like for George to be shown the ropes of the machines and food handling today, so that he can start working tomorrow.

He will never, ever admit it, but Dream had been right about how understanding Bad is. He had dismissed George’s tardiness as soon as the brunet had explained what happened.

When he walks out to be shown around by Bad, he pretends to not notice the wink sent his way by a certain shaggy hairs blond.

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He was told by Bad that Thursdays are generally quiet days in the Café and that only coffee obsessed teenagers and regulars (like Dream) come in. George was happy about that though. It had meant that his first day had been quiet and not too overwhelming.

It is now George’s second week of working. Apparently he is the only member of staff that works both weeks, the others having chosen the alternating rota of week in and week off.

This means that he has to make introductions to this weeks staff. And god is he tired of the same old small talk each person seems to insist on having with him. It is boring and repetitive and it bugs George how bland everyone is, except for the one girl that worked on the day of his interview. Nihachu, or Niki as she said she prefers.

Niki is sweet. She’s really pretty too and he has taken on a defensive nature each time some random guy tries to flirt with her when she is clearly uncomfortable.

God straight men will be the death of him (he’s gay if you haven’t figured it out yet).

Today, when George walks into Café Main Street. He is surprised to see so many people already filling up the tables. It is a Monday morning he supposes. He knows very few people that are able to function on a Monday without coffee or some other form of caffeine, except for him of course. He doesn’t like caffeinated drinks, they remind him of someone he wants the past to swallow up whole. Or it could at least swallow the mess that was their romantic relationship.

He makes his way through the groups of people so he can get to the coffee bar and make his way to the staff room.

Just as he is passing the cake stands and cup holders, the guy that’s working today says to him. “Yo, new guy. Pass me that mug won’t ya bro?”

George stops and looks at the large coffee mug that’s on the counter. He picks it up and hands it over. His fingers totally don’t brush over the others. There are no sparks either. Nope. And there is definitely no intense eye contact that makes George’s ears turn pink. None at all.

“I’m George, just in case you were wondering.” The brunet responds, offering him a smile.

“I know who you are.”

“How wonderful.”

“The names Sapnap.” He shoots George a smirk and the older man just shakes his head with a smile before heading to the back room.

He trades his bag and coat for his apron, which he ties around his slim waist quickly. He makes sure that his hair net is in place before washing his hands and heading out to help his new co-worker, Sapnap.

Do all Americans have odd names?

When George finally enters the front again, he takes a few seconds to finally take this Sapnap guy in.

He has broad shoulders, but is a couple of inches shorter than George. He wears a lopsided smile as he communicates with the customers. His laugh, George notes, is cute (and totally doesn’t send a strange tingling through his heart), as he interacts and passes jokes with the customers.

His hair is jet-black and long enough to be held back with a white bandana. His eyes are a beautiful light blue that has George (metaphorically) drooling. His lips look plump and are probably a lovely shade of pink that he can’t see (screw you, stupid colourblindness). He is fairly sure that if those lips came too near him that he might not be able to-

Okay George. Stop being queer for a second.

“Earth to George?” A hand waves in front of his face. George only blinks, a small blush creeping up his neck. Once he has gained the mental stability to function again, George gently pushed Sapnap’s hand away.

“I’m here. I’m here. Sorry, just zoned out.” He mumbles and quickly makes his way to gather the cleaning equipment. He ignores whatever Sapnap says in retaliation and makeshis way into the seating areas of the cafe and starts cleaning up the tables, making room for more customers to sit down and enjoy their purchases.

The morning rush comes and goes and it is now George’s turn at the till. He and Sapnap haven’t really spoken much after his little zone out session.

“Yo, Gogs? Can you come help me move this table real quick?” Sapnap’s low but soft voice cut through his thoughts and he looks up. He doesn’t mind the ridiculous nickname in his voice.

“Magic word?”

“Now.”

“No.”

“George.”

“Sapnap.”

“Ugh, fine. Please. Now help me you idiot.”

“No.” George grins at Sapnap. “I don’t listen to people who call me names.”

Sapnap is about to say something else in retort but the bell above the door rings, signalling that someone is entering the shop. George is secretly thankful for the interruption.

“Then surely I shouldn’t have been so nice to you last week George.”

It’s Dream.

George hasn’t seen Dream as much as he thought he would’ve considering Dream is known to be one of the regulars here. In total, George has seen him twice: once on the day of his interview and on his first day. But then again, he supposed he has only been working here four days (he works weekends too. How gross).

“Dream!” Sapnap calls, his face morphing from one of feigned annoyance into a lopsided, lovesick grin. He drops the table and runs over to Dream, giving him a hug. The blond is happy to reciprocate the affection and kisses Sap’s head.

“Hey, Sap. Is Georgie being mean?” Dream asks teasingly, however, he’s looking over at George with a warm smile that makes George’s heart stutter.

“Mhm, won’t help me move the table.” Sapnap burries his face in Dream’s neck. George feels slightly guilty for any feelings he has had beforehand for either of them. There is clearly something between the two of them and he is not going to be the one to ruin that. He isn’t a home-wrecker. A family disappointment? Yes. But not a home-wrecker.

“I am not being mean. You called me an idiot first.”

“Only after you refused to help me dude!”

“You didn’t say please.”

“Ok! That’s enough. I want coffee and cake. But it’s nice to see you two getting along so well.” Dream cuts them both off quickly. He makes his way to the counter where George is, after letting Sapnap go from his embrace.

The brunet huffs and rolls his eyes, going back to the till. “What can I get for you on this fine day, sir?” George asks, his voice is laced with so much sarcasm that Dream doesn’t notice. Either that, or he just ignores it.

The tallest man will never admit it, but when George calls him sir, it goes straight to his head and makes him short circuit. In more than one way, if you know what I mean.

“A caramel iced latte, decaf and a slice of your finest lemon drizzle please.” Dream isn’t the only one short circuiting. Both George and Sapnap notice the undertones in his words.

George pretends he doesn’t notice. Pretty privilege has gotten him used to conversations like this, except normally it isn’t hot men with potential partners hitting on him. Well maybe the second part is true, they normally always have partners. He doesn’t notice the small glare Sap sends his way.

He is quick to start up the iced coffee machine and prepare the cup. “Are you eating in today?” He asks, giving Dream a small smile. He pretends that he can’t feel Sapnap’s eyes on him, watching them closely.

“Mhm.”

“Alrighty, go ahead and take a seat then, sir. And I guess I’ll bring your drink and food over in a minute.” He responds, a light teasing tone in his voice.

“Sapnap hurry up with that table. I wanna go on my break soon.” George calls across to the raven-haired man as Dream walks away.
Said boy rolls his eyes and rather loudly pulls the table to where it’s supposed to be positioned.

“You owe me a drink Georgie. I’m positive I’ve just pulled a muscle.” Sapnap whines. George decides that he can’t tell whether Sapnap hates him or is hitting on him. And he’s certainly not sure what he would prefer.

“You’re an idiot Sapnap, I don’t owe you a thing.”

“How ‘bout a kiss then?” He teases, ignoring George’s drink refusal.

“How about you be quiet? Idiot.” If you saw George blushing, no you didn’t.

A laugh erupts from a booth and both baristas turn around to look for the source. It’s Dream. He’s chuckling at the two of them and their constant bickering. It doesn’t stay a chuckle for long though, his infamous wheeze makes its way out and George is almost concerned for his life. Almost.

George huffs and continues to make the mans drink and grab his cake before heading over to him. He gently sets the recyclable cup of decaf iced coffee and cake down in front of Dream with a fake smile, not happy that he is being laughed at. He makes his way back over to the coffee bar.

Dream grins at George from across the room after he has stopped his wheezing.

“Why don’t you join me for your break Georgie?”

“That’s not happening dude.” Sapnap speaks up for the first time in a few minutes. He hadn’t liked being laughed at either, but he’s used to Dreams antics.

“I don’t think that’s up to you Sap.”

“But you’re my boyfriend and Georgie is my friend.” Sapnap responds, a small pout taking over his face. So George is correct, they’re together.

“I literally met George before you-“

George zones them out. He isn’t getting involved in couple fights, even if they were friendly and about him. He has his own issues to deal with.

He gathers what he wants for lunch (they get free food and drinks as perks) and heads his way into the staff room, trusting that they will finish their little argument and that Sap will take over quickly if any customers came in.

He sots down on one of the black, faux leather sofas and sets his digestible items down on the table while he grabs his phone from his bag.

It’s 11:27, which means he gets a half an hour break before he has to do the lunch rush (Sapnap did the morning rush).

He works his way through his notifications as he takes a bite from the cheese and ham panini he had heated up for himself. He see’s some new messages from his little brother, Tubbo.

He clicks on them, anxiety spiking for a split second. Tubbo can be quite unpredictable when messaging George so you can’t blame the brunet for being a little hesitant.

Tubbo :~D

george

george wilbu is crying

y did u leave?

Latest messages:

geirge wilbur is crying again

george asnwer me

pls

George sighs. He has been ignoring the messages from last week, acting like he has been too busy unpacking ti answer, which is not unlike the truth. He hadn’t meant to leave Tubbo, but he can’t stay where he isn’t wanted any longer. He can’t stay where it isn’t safe.

As for Wilbur, George just sighs inwardly. He had broken up with Wilbur because they weren’t working. George didn’t feel what he thought he had been. Wilbur is his best friend. That’s it.

He hits the call button.

“George!”

“Hey, Tubs.”

“Were you ignoring me?”

“No, I’ve been busy. I’m sorry I didn’t see your messages. Are you okay?” George can’t help but lie. He isn’t brave enough to deal with Tubbo’s emotions straight away.

“No. No I’m not. Why’d you leave? Mum and Dad won’t tell me. Half the time they act like they don’t know who you are. They’re so weird.” Typical. Straight into the feelings and they (his ex-parents) are, as always for the last few years, pretending that he doesn’t exist to his brother and in general. Homophobic bastards. It does not help that Tubbo can be naive sometimes. He’s a good kid, but a slightly clueless one to things he isn’t interested in.

“Tubbo. You remember when myself and… and them had that argument right?” He can’t call them mum and dad anymore. They aren’t his parents, not really. Not anymore. “I left because we had a serious argument. One that meant that I had to leave. For my own safety.” The tears are building. He really shouldn’t be having this conversation at work. “I had to leave to keep you safe too.”

“I don’t get it. What’d they say that was so bad George?” The hurt is in the kids voice, so is the confusion and trust. George’s heart pangs in his chest. He hates this. How does he tell Tubbo without getting him hurt in the process? All George has ever wanted is to keep Tubbo safe from them. The brunet thinks his heart breaks a little more.

“Don’t worry about that okay? You know I love you Tubbo. Can I ask you to do something for me please?”

“Yeah, I know. Love you too Georgie! And course’. What’s up?”

“Write my number down in a few different places so if they take your phone or something you’ll always have a way to contact me okay?” Tubbo hums in agreement and quickly does as he is told. He’s a good lad and George will always do anything and everything for him.

“And if Wilbur contacts you or tries to use Tommy to get to you to get to me, tell him that he needs to just accept what’s happened. He’s my best friend and that’s it, okay? And always remember that you have Tommy and me if you need to talk.”

“Alright, I’ll remember. Promise that you’ll come and visit me sometimes?” His voice is gentle but accusing, it’s apparent that George isn’t getting out of this without a promise.

He sighs softly. “I promise. I’ve gotta run Tubs. I need to eat before my break ends. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye bye Gogs.”

He ends the call and goes into his photo app. He scrolls for a minute before finding the picture wants.

The picture is of himself and Tubbo on their first solo camping trip together last year. It had been one of the last times he had seen Tubs before he left for America.

In the photo they’re both grinning, Tubbo is holding his pokey stick (the stick that helps keep the fire going) and George is holding up a pair of tongs. In the background, there is a low fire with sausages sizzling in the background. George’s heart simultaneously warms and cracks. God he misses Tubbo and their adventures.

George saves the photo as his lock screen wallpaper. If you see him wiping his eyes vigorously, no you don’t.

He finally sets his phone on the table and finishes his lunch. He refuses to deal with his own emotions right now. They can fuck right off.

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It has been two months since George moved to Florida. And his life is going alright for once. He and Tubbo call nearly everyday, the younger telling George about how well his streaming career is going (he and Tommy have hit it off on twitch. Even Wilbur is streaming now). He is better friends with Sapnap, Dream, Bad and Niki. Dream and Sapnap constantly flirt with him, even though they both complain that they are each other’s boyfriends to George (this makes George laugh at them). He can see that they love each other really. George is just scared he’s going to ruin them, so he doesn’t flirt (too much) back. He has leant that Sapnap is Bad’s little brother. And as much as he misses Wilbur (they are strictly best friends), he limits their contact to once a week, he doesn’t want to lead Wilbur on, especially while two boyfriends are (reluctantly) filling his mind and taking up his time.

For the first time in the two months he has been forced to take a week off from work. Something about Bad worrying that he isn’t looking after his employee’s properly if he doesn’t give them breaks, especially when the worker is there all of the dang time. George had laughed softly and agreed, not wanting to upset Bad. The only downside, is that he will not get to see Sap and Dream, unless they force him to come to the coffee shop just so they can see him (he doesn’t mind. Not really).

George is having a lay-in today. It’s Monday and he doesn’t have to get up. He can feel Sapnap’s pout from his eleventh floor apartment, all the way across town. It’s amusing to George that Sap has to work when he doesn’t. And boy will he tease the 21 year old.

Sap’s birthday has just passed. They celebrated by having a little gathering with the Café crew and Dream (obviously). Bad had made the most delicious cookies and cream cake. George had gotten him some tacky, custom wrist bands with all three boys names on them. George thought they were cute, Sapnap had laughed and they had shared their first hug (much to George’s secret delight).

George’s phone buzzes and lights up on his side table. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. George groans and rolls over, not wanting to pick up. When his phone keeps buzzing he gives in and grabs it.

It takes him a few seconds to get used to brightness of his phone. When he sees Sapnap’s contact he subconsciously starts grinning.

“Sapnap, what the fuck do you want? It’s,” he checks the time quickly, “11:23 on a Monday fucking morning. And it’s my break week.”

Sapnap just laughs at George. “Your fault for leaving me, bitch. And besides, who else am I supposed to bother on my break?”

“Your boyfriend? Bad? Literally anyone else?” George groans, though he is secretly glad Sap has chosen him. In some strange, home-wrecking loveliness, his heart flutters far more than it should.

“Your morning voice is cute Georgie.” The younger completely ignores George’s answer, instead succeeding in making George turn pink. So much for the flutter, his heart might explode if un-sappy Sapnap doesn’t return soon enough.

“Oh my god. I hate you so much.” Denial is safe, normally brings out the worst-best-safest side of Sapnap. The side he pretends is easier not to melt into. The side that makes him hate himself less for possibly ruining the two boys relationship.

“Mhm say that to my di-“ George hangs up, sighing in relief. Safety at last.

Instead he decides to call Dream.

It takes 5 rings before Dream picks up the phone.

“Hey Georgie, everything okay?” Dreams voice is soft, laced with the finest silk and the softest cotton. A tone that he is certain only he and Sapnap get to hear. It is a blessing to George’s ears in comparison to Sap’s loud and overwhelming voice. Though it seems his heart has gone back to fluttering. Oh Jesus.

“Mhm… no.”

“Did something happen?” Worry. Dream’s worried about him. George’s heart totally doesn’t swell up at the thought.

“Yeah. Your boyfriend happened.” George hears Dream softly chuckle from the other side of the line. “He woke me up and then started talking about his dick to me. I swear there’s something wrong with him.”

Dream only laughs harder, soon turning from his charming chuckle into his not-so-whimsical wheeze.

“He- he started- talking about- about his- dick?!”

George can’t help but start laughing with Dream. The mans laugh is too contagious to not join in. It takes them a while to calm down seeing as they both keep saying things that make it funnier.

“That killed me, we’re so dumb.” George mumbles, still smiling, heart feeling full. Happiness in its truest and purest form, is what George reckons the feeling is.

“Well be alive and come meet me for lunch.” Dream replies, a verbal smirk smothering his words. Well damn. That was smooth. Not really, but George is basic.

“But that’s so much effort.” George whines. And it is. That would mean he’d actually have to leave his bed, grab a shower, clean his teeth and find something suitable to go out in. That’s a lot of effort and George isn’t sure if he likes Dream that much.

“Come on, Georgie. For me?” Dream is pulling at his heartstrings and he knows it.

“Ugh fine. God I hate you.”

“What’s God gotta do with us?” George barks out a harsh, fake laugh at Dream’s cheesy response. That was cringe. Ohmggodhisbrainneedstoshutup!

“Where are we going?” George asks, changing the subject form his internal humiliation.

“Well there’s this cool sandwich place I wanna try by the beach. Sap won’t go with me, he’s anti-carb at the moment.” George snorts. “I can meet you to get coffee at Main Street first. That way we can tease him and then have our own fun.” Dream suggests. George agrees instantly. Getting to spend time with Dream and having the chance to tease Sapnap? Yes please.

“I’ll see you at 12:30.” George answers, quickly hanging up to get ready. It’s 11:57 already and George just groans at thought of leaving his bed again.

George has decided to dress semi-nicely. He wants to look good, feel confident and be comfortable at the same time. So he puts on his trusty ripped, whitewash jeans with a white shirt and loose, blue woollen jumper (sweater for my Americans) over the top. It is nearly summer in Florida and the heat is rising past it usual burning heat, but George still refuses to just wear a T-shirt. He’s not that basic, nor does he fancy wearing his trusty old Jorts. Not yet anyways.

He will never admit it, but he also dresses nicely because he is seeing them. And they have only seen him without his work clothes once. George has fashion sense and he is going to use it to impress them. Even if they don’t notice.

-

Dream does notice.

As soon as Dream recognises that it is George walking towards him in that cute blue sweater, he immediately compliments the older man. Earning them both a small blush. George isn’t sure how well any of this coffee date is going to go if they’re both going to be bright red tomatoes the entire time.

A coffee date, a friendly date that involves some form of beverage, normally coffee. Or at least George is telling himself it’s only as friends.

“C’mon Georgie. For once it’s not a busy lunch rush. Let’s see Sappy.” Dream says softly, taking George’s hand and pulling him gently towards the café.

George rolls his eyes, but he lets Dream guide him in. He ignores the weird tingling sensation flowing from Dream’s hand into his.

“Oh, Sapnap!” George calls out, removing his hand from Dream’s hold as he steps fully inside (no, he doesn’t mourn the loss of the tingling). Dream had been correct, today is quiet for a so called ‘lunch rush’.

The black haired man groans playfully when he see’s that his two favourite boys have entered the Café.

“What happened to this being your day off Gogs?” He asks. He turns his attention to the customer who is paying him, before starting with making the order, making George wait before he can answer.

“We’re here for coffee before we have lunch.” Dream answers for George.

Sapnap hums. He sends a certain look to Dream, one that George can’t decipher but isn’t phased by. He’ll just ask Dream about it later. Maybe not.

“Yeah, Dream’s convincing statement was that I’d get to tease you first. So, obviously, I agreed without hesitation.” George adds on, sniggering with Dream when Sapnap rolls his eyes in amusement. Why does he like these two again?

“Alright you losers. Get over here and order before I kick you out.” Sapnap threatens playfully.

“You can’t do that. I work here idiot.” George replies, laughing with a small smirk gracing his lips. He approaches the coffee bar that separates him and Sapnap.

“You look cute today Georgie. Did you get all dressed up for me and Dreamie?” Sapnap coos, teasing George, making the eldest blush.

“Shut up. I dress for myself and myself only. Dummy.”

“Sure Georgie. Whatever you say.” Sap hums again (a habit of his George is only just taking note of), smirking at how easily he has made George blush for the second time that day.

“Alright, I know Dream’s order already. So what can I get for you darlin’?” His voice is heavy with that tone. It’s his flirting voice. The voice that has secretly driven George crazy these last couple of months. Well… maybe not-so-secretly with George’s uncontrollable blushing at everything the two boys do.

Warm arms wrap around George’s waist, their hands gently resting, conjoined, on the brunets flat tummy. He feels Dream’s head rest on his shoulder, his breath blowing gently across his ear and cheek. George has frozen up from the sudden contact, but soon relaxes. He’s gotten used to the pairs need to touch him all of the time. Though normally it isn’t this full on, or causing his heart to thump against his chest wildly. He is certain Dream can feel his heartbeat.

“I’ll have the hot coco special please Sap.” He orders, though his voice is softer than normal. He’s guessing that his face is bright red (from the heat obviously) and that his voice giving up on him isn’t from nerves. It totally isn’t because the moment felt intimate between the three of them. Totally not.

With their drinks in their hands (Dream insisted on paying) ten minutes later, the boys leave. They had successfully teased Sapnap into shooing them out of the Café with a blush on his face.

The pair laugh as they leave.

“Did you see his face? Oh my god.” George giggles, leaning into Dream as they walk and laugh at Sapnap’s expense.

“He’s such a dork.” Dream chuckles, his voice rich with an unidentifiable emotion.

“No wonder you love him.”

“Mhm, he’s hard not to love.”

“I can see why.” George whispers, keeping a hold on Dream’s arm. Dream turns his head to look at him as George finishes his drink, a soft, curious expression on his face. To George, he looks like a lost puppy trying to figure out how to get what he wants.

George put his empty cup in the nearby bin they pass.

“Stop looking at me like that.” The brunet murmurs, growing frustrated that his unrelenting stare keeps causing George to turn red. They are nearing the end of the road that leads off to the sea front.

Dream ignores him and just continues walking, while sipping at his iced coffee. As it turns out, Dream doesn’t actually like coffee. He only has caramel iced latte because he likes the mix of the flavours together, he tends to get decaf iced coffee too.

“Stop looking at me idiot.”

“No.”

“Why not?” George is blushing from the insistent attention. Head to toe.

“Because you’re pretty.” George wants the floor to swallow him whole.

Dream- the gorgeous giant Dream thinks that he is pretty. Okay. Right. Just breathe, be chill and play it cool…

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” George’s sarcasm is taken literally by the blond American. Dream pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of George’s blushing face.

“Gonna put that on mine and Saps fridge.”

“Idiot.” George pulls away from him, steals his coffee, and walks ahead a little bit, coming up to the crossing at the end of the road.

“Hey Georgie?” George looks over his shoulder to face Dream with a pout, because what could he possibly want from the dark haired man now?

Dreams phone camera makes the picture sound as he takes another picture George.

Something in George wants to yell at Dream, but the other, stronger side of him decides to blush more and smile with a breath of a laugh. “You’re an absolute dummy.” They both know what that means. Dream grins and strides towards George. He wants his coffee back. Now.

When he is a third of a meter away from George, he wraps his right arm around George’s waist and tugs him into Dream’s chest. His left hand holds his phone with the camera facing them.

“Say cheese.”

George ignores him and smiled faintly with his head just leaning out of the taller man’s neck. Dream takes the last photo before pocketing his phone and wrapping his other arm around George, before he can escape.

He gently places his head on the small man’s shoulder and slips his left arm onto George’s (the one holding his coffee) and plies it from his hand. The brunet feels like putty in his hands and boy-oh-boy is it an ego boost for Dream.

George just hopes that the cars passing by can’t see his semi-permanent tomato self.

Throughout this entire interaction, George has frozen up on the spot again, not sure what to expect from the man. After all, this is the second time today he’s pulled this move on George. Eventually, he lets himself relax into the others hold, screw crossing the road, George is happy content in Dreams hold. The only thing missing is Sapnap.

Maybe he’s going crazy, but he swears he feels the younger mans lips ghost over his neck.

Blood is rushing to places that are far less innocent. He needs a distraction or something. Nothing good can come from this… unless? No. Don’t be silly George, he’s got a boyfriend.

George’s stomach starts rumbling, saving the brunet from any further embarrassment. The boys glance at each other before laughing and pulling away.

“C’mon Gogs. Let’s get some sandwiches.” Dream says, laughing a gentle wheeze.

“It wasn’t that funny.” George responds, giggling himself as he walks forward and crosses the road without Dream. He presumes that he is going the right way, seeing as if he went the other way he’d end up walking onto the pier.

-

George doesn’t really know what he was expecting from this sandwich shop. Maybe he thought that it would be something like Subway. He’s wrong.

It’s the world’s cutest café. It’s like subway but only if subway is part fairytale and has magic and is enchanted by the sea but is run by the Mad Hatter. A but all over the place but enchanting.

The walls are white except for the main one in the seating area. That wall is the most exquisite mural of the local beach that is just opposite. It’s unbelievably realistic, like a snapshot of time.

The tables, chairs and sofas are all mismatched in different shades of blues, greens and yellows (not that he can tell them apart). The tablecloth’s are patterned with different ships, families on beaches, the sun and sea patterns. Each table has a centrepiece that contains mini shell-filled vases that a few daisies and cornflowers sit in. The coffee bar and food displays are light shades of blue.

The displays have the most yummy looking sandwiches George has ever seen. He has never believed that a sandwich can look that good. His mouth is salivating just at thought of trying at least one of these.

To George, it feels like he has stepped into a different world. He doesn’t want to go back.

“What would you like Georgie?” Dream breaks the older male from his thoughts. Said man looks over the sandwich options and tells Dream what he’d like. Though he insists that he is paying this time. He has his card out ready. Dreams just shakes his head in amusement.

Once they have ordered their food and soft drinks (George payed), they go and sit down in the corner of the room to wait for their order. It’s the only two seater table that is free.

“I feel like I’ve stepped into a different world.” George nearly whispers, there’s gentle, relaxing music playing in the background. He doesn’t want to shatter the peaceful, magical feeling in the cafe by talking too loudly.

“S’cute right?” Dream says, looking around with a small smile on his face.

“Mhm, how’d you come across it? No offence, but you don’t seem like the type of person to go to the beach in spring or at all.”

“My cousin owns it. Always promised I’d come and eat here but I didn’t have the time until you came along.” The blond answers, a slightly guilty tone edging his otherwise calm voice.

“Until I came along? What were you doing that was so time consuming?” George asks, his curiosity peaking. He never actually found out what Dream’s job is. Then again, he’s never asked.

“Oh uh, my job can be time consuming. There’s a lot of editing and online monitoring that I have to do.” Dream looks slightly nervous. George isn’t going to push though, well not purposely anyways.

“So like, you edit for YouTubers or something?” He questions. If only he knew.

“Yeah, something like that. Work can be very much based on my free time and I’ve been hanging with you a lot more as of recently so… I guess I’m just not doing as much as I was before.” He explains, “it’s been good for me to have consistent breaks.” George nods with a smile, satisfied with his answer. He’s glad he’s helping Dream not burn himself out.

“Sounds exciting. Better than anything I’ve ever done in my 25 years of life.” He chuckles, though it isn’t a humorous laugh. George often feels like he’s achieved nothing in life so far. But he isn’t one who outrightly expresses his self-deprecating feelings.

“And what have you spent your 25 long years of life doing, oh wise one?” Dream asks, trying to lighten the mood with his humour. George huffs, as if that explains it all. Dream, however, wants a proper answer, one that will help him piece George together.

“Oh come on. At least tell my why you moved to America. Especially Florida of all places.”

George sighs softly and thinks for a minute or so. He doesn’t want to tell Dream all of the reasons, he isn’t ready to properly admit that they still bother him like they do. Not yet. He doesn’t even see them and it still upsets him.

“Uh, well I just finished my computer science degree. I had an argument with a couple of people and had to leave because it was better, safer, for me and my brother if I left.” His voice is barely a whisper when he finishes. His shoulders are tense and his eyes want to break down the dam and flood his face. He can’t even muster the courage to acknowledge that those ‘people’ are-were his parents. He clears his voice. “It, for whatever reason, was just cheaper to rent a flat in Florida than anywhere else. Which is stupid.” George says, moving the subject on swiftly. He hopes Dream gets the message.

“You have a degree in computer science? That’s awesome! I’d say that’s something pretty big Georgie!” Dream gushes in that way Dream does, just because he can. “I was never able to complete college, my ADHD made things a little complicated and it wasn’t something I necessarily needed or wanted to do, so I’m super proud of you.” George looks down at his hands on the table, hoping to keep his blush hidden. His smile is harder to hide.

“Nobody except my brother has ever said that.” He mumbles, glancing up at Dream before looking away.

“Well, I’m happy to be the next person.” He replies softly, gently placing his hand on George’s for a second. “What’s your brothers name? What’s he like?” Dream asks. Well it is definitely a change in conversation, and definitely one he can get behind. George spends the next few minutes talking about Tubbo, explaining how close they were and still are. He tells Dream how much he misses his little brother, how much he wishes he could just go home and be with him. He may have said more than he had originally intended, but he knew Dream wouldn’t tell anyone he didn’t want to know. Sapnap and George had had a conversation similar to this one a few weeks back at work after Sapnap had overheard a phone call between the brothers, that lead to George crying. Sap is a great hugger and comforter.

Their food comes soon after that, and they eat with a peace between them, both having thoughts that are elsewhere.

The boys go for a walk along the beach and pier, taking in the scenery. Their hands don’t bump into each other, and their faces stay pale and frowning. Not.

And George totally doesn’t take a random shell home that he finds on the beach. Nope.

Chapter Text

“Tubs, I don’t own a computer anymore. I can’t join you.” George sighs, completely defeated.

He and Tubbo have been on call for the last hour and a half, and the teenager still doesn’t understand that it is physically impossible for him to play Minecraft with the lad. He has no computer. That’s with Tubbo in England. His parents had refused to let him take it with him, as was the case with a lot of his possessions. They claimed that it all belonged to them as they had originally bought the objects for George.

“But Georgeeee, I wanna play Minecraft with you. Y’know, like we used to before you moved away.” Tubbo whines, not giving up.

It’s been six months since George moved to Florida, and he is now living in an apartment with broken air conditioning, in the Floridian summer heat that is beating down on him.

He, Sapnap and Dream are closer than ever. George has earned himself the title of best friend in those few months, though they are definitely more than that, but there isn’t really a title for what to call them. Best-friends-but-not-quite-boyfriends? Something like that.

George and Wilbur are still close, having more contact each week. Wilbur is respecting his boundaries, and their friendship is blossoming again. It’s clear that all they were ever meant to be was friends.

“Tubbo, I’m not having this argument with you anymore. I have things to do. I love you, and I love talking to you, but I need to go.” There is silence on the other end of the call. At least that’s until he hears his ex-mother's voice come through the line.

“Toby, who on earth are you whining to?” Her voice gets louder, and it sounds like the phone has moved.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Hand Tubbo his phone back. We are having a conversation.” George replies, his voice is cold and holds deep layers of malice. And fear.

“I don’t know any Tubbo, my only son is called Tob-“

“I'm gonna go. Love you, Georgie.” Tubbo hangs up before George can comprehend what has just happened.

The brunet flops onto his bed.

That’s one way to start the afternoon on one of his rare days off.

He lies there for around 10 minutes before his thoughts of guilt and sadness are interrupted by a knock at his front door.

Groaning, George makes his way over there to answer it. Whoever is on the other side is not going to like a sad-and-has-been-interrupted George.

The door opens to a grinning Sapnap and a smirking Dream.

“George!”

“Gogy!”

“No.” George shuts the door in their faces. He chuckles slightly when he hears their groans. Okay, maybe his mood isn’t that bad. Eh.

He reopens the door.

“What do you two losers want?” He asks ever so nicely.

“Ouch, that hurt, Georgie.” Dream pouts, but soon starts to smirk again. Oh god. What are they planning?

“We are inviting you over to ours for a party, dude. And we knew that if we texted you about it, you wouldn’t have come. So we’ve come to collect you.” Sap explains, still grinning. God, that grin does things to George. Sinful things he needs to stop thinking about.

Sapnap half pushes himself through the door when George stares at them blankly for a moment. “I don’t wanna go to your party, nimrods.” George whines, stepping aside to let Dream in. He’s happy that at least one of them has manners.

“But we’ve already told our families you’ll be there.”

“Your families? Why?” George queries, clearly confused.

“It’s not like a college party, it’s a family party-barbecue thing, and you’re a part of the family now.” Dream answers, his voice is like honey, and it makes George’s head buzz in the best way.

He sighs. He knows for a fact that they have come here on a mission and aren’t going to leave without him.

“Fine, but only for a couple of hours.” He agrees, probably too quickly to be healthy. He can do a couple of hours of socialising with people he’s barely met over the phone.

“About that… we were sorta hoping you could sleep over tonight and tomorrow? That way, you and I can walk to work together on Monday?” Sapnap’s face is hesitant, his voice rising a few octaves from the nerves of asking something like that from George.

The deadpan look that he gives the younger men sends shivers and promises of pain down their spines (they totally aren’t exaggerating).

“No.”

“Why not?”

“That’s a lot to ask of someone you’ve only known six months.” George states. He’s avoiding them, afraid that something of this calibre could ruin the two boys’ relationship. He doesn’t know if he can control himself around both of them for that long. He doesn’t have the mental stability for that much socialising, even if he does have his (least, but only at the moment) favourite people with him there. Especially not after today.

“It would help cheer you up.” Sapnap mutters. Dream hisses a scold at his boyfriend.

It’s true, George hasn’t just been in a bad mood today because of his ex-mother. He has been in a bit of a slump mentally, because everything here is so different and it's taken him a couple of months to really realise how much he misses England; how much he misses Tubbo and Wilbur, maybe even misses Tommy and the game nights they would spend together.

George really needs to get a PC setup.

George’s bottom lip finds its way between his teeth. He can feel his eyes glazing over as he looks anywhere but them.

This isn’t happening. It can’t, won’t. No crying, George. Keep it in, bottle it up. Better, safer this way.

He can make it two nights. God, he wants to believe he can. Maybe if he shuts off his feelings along with his tears, he’ll survive and won’t become a home-wrecker?

“Fine. I’ll stay over. But one of you is staying by my side the entire time.” George finalises. Neither boy is going to complain; however, they will probably argue about who that person will be.

Sapnap helps George pack up his work clothes and any other clothes he might need, while Dream clears out and packs up his bathroom necessities. Sappy makes George pick one extra outfit in case of an emergency on top of his two-day worth, but then refuses to let him bring a single hoodie.

“Sapnap, this is just ridiculous. I should be able to bring at least one hoodie.” George complains.

“Not happening, George. Just trust us.” Dream responds as he makes his way out of George’s bathroom. He sends George a look that his bottled feelings can’t quite decipher right now.

The brunet groans and flops onto his bed, finding safety in his plain ceiling.

What he isn’t expecting is to feel a head on his chest and an arm wrap around his waist. He looks down to see Sap looking back up at him with a small smile.

George huffs a small laugh and gently starts running his fingers through his black hair. He isn’t blushing; it’s just hot in here. Literally.

-

The house is cool (they have working AC), and the smell of barbecue food is wafting through the house from the open patio doors. Everything is neatly decorated, and the house barely looks lived in, if it weren’t for the messy, uncoordinated cushions on the sofas with the odd throw blanket. And the teenage girls who are sprawled out all over the three sofas, lying there on their phones.

George is slightly amused at the sight.

“C’mon, Gogy, I’ll show you to your room.” Dream says softly, taking his free hand and pulling him up the stairs to the first floor. Their house has three stories; the ground floor, which is the general living area and has Dream’s office and a toilet, the first floor has Sapnap’s bedroom (he doesn’t stay in there very often), office, a spare bedroom, a family bathroom and a room that George has never been in. The third floor is actually just the attic converted into a master en-suite bedroom that was initially Dream’s bedroom but is now the boyfriend's room. George follows willingly, eager to put down his two bags (one is his work bag, the other is his sleepover essentials).

Once George is settled in the spare room, he makes his way back downstairs with Dream. There is no way in hell that he is going to go outside and socialise without one of them. He could probably manage talking to the teenagers on his own, but not the adults. He struggles with his parents, if you haven’t guessed already.

They get near the back door, and as soon as George sees the two sets of parents and what seems to be other relatives of the boys, he freezes up.

He can’t do this. Nope. Abort mission. So much for being good at talking to strangers.

George turns around, preparing to walk away, but is stopped by Dream. He looks up at the tall man and hopes that the blond can sense his panic.

“What’s wrong? They won’t bite you, Georgie.” Dream tries to joke, but the panic on the older man’s face makes him pull George into the kitchen.

“George, I know what happened with your parents and that they hurt you, but mine and Saps aren’t going to. You’re safe here.” His voice is gentle and soothing to George. The brunet nods and takes a deep breath.

He had spilt what happened with his ex-parents one night in May, on a day that he had been feeling particularly bad. They had both comforted him and reassured him that they wouldn’t let anyone hurt him again. He has felt loved and wanted and safe for the first time in a long while.

“And besides, Sap has two moms, so if you’re worried about homophobia, that’s just not gonna happen, okay?”

“Mhm yeah, my moms are legends. You’ll love ‘em, Georgie.” George spins around to see that Sapnap is approaching them.

George processes their words. Maybe he really can do this. Yeah. Definitely. He can do this.

“Can I meet your guy’s sisters first? Y’know, so I don’t have to throw myself in straight away.” He asks, looking between them. They both nod in agreement.

“Sam, Bianca, Drista! Come to the kitchen!” Sapnap yells, and it doesn’t take long before all three girls are joining them in the modern kitchen.

“Girls, this is George. George, these are my two sisters, Samara and Bianca. And this is Dream’s sister, Drista.” Sapnap introduces them to each other.

“Wait, you’re George? As in the George that these two idiots won’t shut up about?” It’s Drista that asks the question, but the other two look intrigued as well.

“Drista, don’t.” Dream warns. He can’t let the girls embarrass him and Sapnap in front of George.

“Awe, you guys talk about me a lot? That’s sweet.” George comments sarcastically before he starts to laugh with the girls.

“It’s always George this, George that. George George George.” Sam goes on, which only makes the laughs come harder.

George likes these girls; they are quick-witted and not afraid to embarrass their brothers. It’s beyond amusing for George, and he will remember this moment for a long time.

When it is finally time for George to go outside, he only hesitates for a second this time. He is good at talking to new people, especially when they aren’t homophobic.

George holds onto both Sapnap and Dream; he just needs that extra bit of comfort that they are more than willing to provide. But God, do they look like they are in a relationship. As in all three of them, not just the boyfriends (much to George’s unhappiness).

It’s Dream’s parents who approach them first, getting in their greeting and saying how lovely it is to finally meet the man that both boys are constantly whining about. It makes George laugh. He is so going to use this against them later.

When he meets Sapnap’s moms, he is pulled into a hug with them. He isn’t as uncomfortable with it as he thought he would be. He even lets himself relax in their hold.

“It’s so good to meet you, George. Sap’s been waiting so long to introduce you to us. He really admires you, you know.”

“Oh, Lynda, don’t embarrass our boy like that.” Sapnap’s other mom scolds, before giggling and adding, “That’s my job.” He can see where the twins get their humour from.

“Okay. That’s enough, Lynda and Maggie.” Sapnap chides his moms jokingly.

George loves their parents already.

The boyfriends introduce George to everyone else. There is Dream’s cousin, Puffy (she owns the sandwich shop), Bad, a few of the boys aunts and uncles with their children (and by children, I mean the youngest aunt had a little toddler called Millie).

Sapnap goes to help Dream’s dad cook the food, while George sits with Bad, Puffy and Dream.

“George! What are you doing here, muffin?” Bad asks, a twinkle in his eye.

“I’ve been kidnapped by your brother and brother-in-law.” The Brit replies, sending Dream a look.

Dream was blushing. Badly. He has never been called Bad’s brother-in-law before. He decided that it must be the terrible British humour.

“So George, how’d you meet the boys? Because I know for a fact that neither of them leaves this house other than for work.” Puffy speaks up.

“I met Dream when I got lost on the day of my job interview with Bad. I met Sap the week after that because we work together.” He explains to Puffy with a small smile, glaring at Dream and Sapnap as he talks.

They stay there for a while, the four of them just chatting about everything in general. And no, Dream and George aren’t holding hands between their chairs, because that would be ridiculous.

After they eat the (absolutely divine) food that Sapnap and Chris (Dream’s dad) had made and cooked, George ends up playing with Millie and the few other children all afternoon. He even manages to convince the three teenage girls to get off their phones and come outside and spend time with their younger family members (he even got them to touch grass). To Dream and Sapnap it’s the most amazing thing in the world, because it means that George feels comfortable around their families. It is also just the cutest sight ever, and it’s hard for anything to be cuter than George in their worthy opinions.

Later in the evening, when everyone had finally gone home or to their hotels that they were staying in for the summer, George, Sapnap and Dream found themselves curled up on the sofa. They are watching Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, George’s favourite of the HP series.

George is in the middle of the three and is happily squished in between the two boys. He is holding the fluffy blanket over them, while Dream is more focused on holding George in his arms, and Sapnap is happy being George’s human pillow as he runs his fingers through the brunet’s hair.

And that’s how they fall asleep Saturday night, all cuddled up on the sofa, having a Harry Potter marathon.

Chapter Text

George had ended up bringing home two new hoodies, one each from Dream and Sapnap. He found himself living in them, enjoying the feeling of peace they brought into his otherwise hectic life.

Walking to work with Sapnap on Monday had been one of the most peaceful memories he had with Sapnap. Normally, the 21-year-old was loud and chaotic, but he was calm on the walk. Holding small and interesting conversations with George. He was constantly throwing compliments at the brunet, which he supposed wasn’t any different from normal, but it felt more intimate. Especially after having fallen asleep cuddling them both on Saturday night. Sapnap had even made sure that George was comfortable when holding his hand.

To say that George was melting was an understatement. He was already a puddle of putty in Sapnap’s lovely hands, and he was happy to be shared with Dream.

It was now Thursday, and George was fucking bored. The café had been dead all day; the stragglers that came in from the beach on occasion were the only ones keeping George from locking up. To make matters worse, Sapnap was off because he had a migraine and couldn’t get out of bed this morning. Dream had called in sick for him. That also meant that Dream wasn’t going to come and buy his coffee. God, this day couldn’t get any worse.

Bad was helping by taking over when it was time for George’s breaks, which he spent the entirety of texting Dream and Tubbo. He had to check up on both, obviously.

Tubbo had just gotten his phone back from his parents, who had confiscated it on Saturday. He had caused uproar in the house; apparently, he had taken George’s side in an argument about George, and his parents hadn’t liked it one bit.

“They’re so annoying.” Tubbo had said, his voice quiet because he didn’t want to get caught by his mum again. It killed George that Tubbo had to be careful and quiet when talking to George, in fear that his parents might hear them. The poor kid shouldn’t have to go through this.

George, however, had made Tubbo a new promise. That he would fly the kid to Florida to come and celebrate George’s birthday with him in November. Tubbo had nearly screamed from excitement at the news. The teen had said that he would perfectly align it with his need to go to America for business meetings (Tubbo was living the high life, his streaming career was on fire, and Tubnet plans were getting more and more official and reachable by the day).

The bell above the door rang, and George looked up from where he was cleaning down the sides. He glanced at the clock; only an hour left before he could lock up.

He put on a smile as a young woman, who he guessed was around his age, approached the coffee bar.

“Hello there, what can I get for you today?” He asked, putting on his customer-friendly voice and smile.

She giggled at him. Oh God. Here we go.

“I’ll take a strawberry and cream iced coffee with your number, please.” George did his very best not to roll his eyes at the cheesy pick-up line.

“Is that all?” He asked, typing her order into the machine.

“Could I get your name? Or a date and time we could meet?” She asked. George didn’t hold back his eye roll this time.

“That’ll be $5.25, please.” He said, avoiding her advances. She pouted.

“And here I was thinking the British were nice people.”

“Please enlighten me as to how you came to that conclusion.” George decided to play along while he made her drink.

She rambled on about terrible culture stereotypes and other boring stuff George had no interest in.

“Here’s your drink, ma’am. Have yourself a good day.” He said, a fake smile on his face.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go on a date with me?” She asked, taking her drink and sipping on it as she made direct eye contact with him. She really wasn’t giving up, was she?

“I’m not interested in going on a date with you.”

“You got a girl or something?”

“No. I’m just not interested in dating you.”

She scoffed as if what he had said was the most offensive thing in the world.

“You’ll regret that. Everyone wants me.” And with that, she left. Finally.

“You okay, Gogs?” George hummed in response to Bad’s question.

“Nothing I’m not used to Bad.” He said nonchalantly, stretching his arms above his head. “But boy am I ready to lock up.” He chuckled.

“You can lock up early if you’d like, but can I ask you a favour if you do?”

“Course, what’s up?” George asked. He’d do anything to leave early right now. He was knackered.

“Can you take this food package to Sapnap and Dream’s for me? I was gonna do it earlier, but I’ve had endless calls today. Do you think you could do that?” He asked.

George grinned. Not only was he finishing early, but he also had an excuse to see Dream and Sap. Screw being tired. “I’d be more than happy to do that.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you, George. You’re a lifesaver!”

Now George stood outside the Dreamnap household, holding a box of different goodies for Sapnap and Dream. He was pretty sure that there was soup in the thermostat, along with a fresh loaf of French stick and some other pastry goodies.

The brunet knocked on the door, only just managing to balance the box with one arm and his knee.

It took a minute or so for Dream to answer, but he smiled brightly when he saw George, even if he was confused at his sudden appearance.

“Georgie, what’s up?”

“I have a delivery from Bad for Sap. Can I come in?” He asked. Dream nodded and stepped aside to let the smaller man through. “How’s he been?”

“He’s finally sitting up. I swear that every time he moves, it’s a risk as to whether he’ll vomit or not.” Dream replied, helping George unpack the box in the kitchen.

George made a face. “That doesn’t sound too good. Do you want me to keep him company while you have a small break?”

“You’d do that?”

“No, I was just offering to turn you down and go home.” He replied sarcastically, “Obviously, I’d do that. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise, you dummy.” He laughed, playfully pushing Dream’s shoulder.

“You’re an idiot.” Dream chuckled with a certain fondness. “Thank you, though.” George nodded with a smile.

Dream grabbed a bowl and plate and poured the soup while George cut and buttered the bread and put Sap’s favourite pastry next to it.

“Bad said that the rest is for you. He said it’s his thank you for always looking after Sapnap so well. For always being such a good boyfriend and almost-brother-in-law.” George said, teasing him lightly. Dream smiled as his cheeks turned red. Bad always thought of everyone in a situation; he was truly one of the kindest men Dream’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. He was glad Bad saw him as a brother.

George picked up the tray of food and a new glass of water and walked with Dream to the staircase.

Spontaneously, he put the tray down on one of the side tables and pulled Dream down to kiss his cheek before making his way upstairs with Sapnap’s food. He had a proud smile on his face.

The brunet carefully made his way into Sapnap’s room after knocking and announcing his entrance.

“Heya Sap, how’re you feeling?” He asked, his tone all motherly and sweet. Sapnap was eating it all up. He was secretly thriving on the fact that he got the attention of his two favourite boys today.

“M’surviving. Head kills though, dude.” He replied, his voice quiet, not wanting to hurt his head further.

George hummed and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the tray down on Sapnap’s legs.

“Bad made you and Dream some soup, French stick and pastries for dinner. Delivered by yours truly.”

“Looks s’good Georgie.”

George frowned slightly. Sap was clearly worn out from the migraine; his words were slurring together, and his voice was quiet as he spoke. “Let’s get you fed then. That way you can rest with a full, healthy belly.” George moved himself closer. There was no way he was letting Sapnap feed himself. He wasn’t letting a chance like this pass up.

“I’m gonna feed you, alright? I don’t want you making a mess. Dream doesn’t need anymore chores.” George said with a small laugh, he knew Sapnap would’ve laughed if he hadn’t had this stupid migraine.

So George fed Sapnap and told the boy all about his boring day at work. He completely indulged him in the fact that George was totally lost and lonely without having his Sapnap around to keep him company.

Unbeknownst to the pair, Dream was standing in the doorway, taking photos of the two’s cute interactions. This was either going to end up as blackmail or on the fridge with their collections of photos from the last six months together. Probably both, knowing Dream.

“All finished. How’re you feeling now, Sap?” George asked, moving the tray of empty plates to the dresser so he could sit with Sap properly.

“Tired. Cuddle with me?” George looked at Sapnap’s face; he had the cutest pout and puppy dog eyes, and George swore that he could melt all over again. He let out a sigh, a fake sign of annoyance that made Sap giggle softly.

“Fine, but only because you’re cute.” George responded fondly, causing the others' cheeks to flush. George stood up and walked over to Dream’s wardrobe and pulled out a hoodie. He then went to Sapnap’s and stole a pair of joggers.

“I’ll be back in a second. There’s no way I’m cuddling in my work clothes.” George said as he quickly exited the room.

He bumped straight into Dream.

“Sorry.” Dream apologised, holding onto George’s waist and shoulder so he didn’t fall to his death. His hands' warmth seeped in through his clothes, their eyes met, and suddenly the warmth from Dream's hand spread throughout George’s body.

“S’okay. I’m going to get changed. Sap wants cuddles.” George explained, pretending that he wasn’t as red as a rose right now. Dream smiled that ever-so-charming smile of his, and George’s heart flipped. Oh God. He was certain he’d die if he had anymore interaction with either of them in the next few minutes, so he made his way to the bathroom to change his clothes, ignoring Dreams' totally-not-longing stare.

Once the 25-year-old put his clothes with his bag, he made his way upstairs. Just as he was about to enter the bedroom, George heard mumbles through the door.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but he had heard his name being mentioned and that scared him.

“Just ask him, George doesn’t bite.” Sap groaned.

“No, what if he freaks out and never talks to us again?” Dreams' voice sounded panicked, and worry was sitting heavily on his chest. What could they possibly be talking about him for?

“You’re freaking yourself out, bro, just do it.”

“But Sap-“ George didn’t catch the rest of what Dream was about to say because he knocked on the door gently, ending the conversation. He pushed the door open after a few seconds and popped his head inside.

“Is it safe to come in?” He asked with a teasing tone. He could pretend he didn’t hear the conversation. He could pretend like everything was normal.

“Yeah, Gogy. We aren’t fucking without you, don’t worry.” Sap answered, teasing George back and earning a successful blush from the man and a gentle slap on his chest from Dream.

“You’re so dumb, oh my god.” George groaned as he walked in. He saw the tray of dirty dishes as he walked towards the bed and decided that they were a future George problem.

“You can’t be mean to me, I’m sick.” Sapnap responded, making George stick out his tongue at the younger man. Sapnap was now lying in the middle of the bed with Dream on the right side of him, nearest the window. So George went and sat on Sap’s left side, letting the boy curl up on him as Dream threw the covers over them to keep them warm.

Sapnap’s head was now buried in George’s neck, while the older two just wrapped their arms around the black haired man and held him close, like he was the most precious thing in the world. Because to George, he was, they both were. And George was adamant on the fact that if he ever lost these two, he’d die.

They’re his safety. His home.

It didn’t take long before Sap was snoring into George’s neck. Dream was resting his head on the back of Sapnap’s shoulder, but he was awake and looking at George with an expression he couldn’t decipher.

“What?”

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Being a part of our lives.” Dream mumbled sleepily.

“Go to sleep, Dreamie.” George whispered. And if he could, he would’ve leaned over Sapnap to give Dream another kiss on the cheek, but he couldn’t, so he settled for holding his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. A squeeze that meant more to both than either of them knew. A silent ‘I love you’

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It was now August, and it was Dream’s birthday in 3 days. Sapnap and George still hadn’t gotten him anything. He was a rich guy with a nice house who lived with his boyfriend, whose rent was paid for by Dream. There was nothing he needed, and anything he wanted, he just bought for himself.

“Are you sure that there’s nothing that he has mentioned that he wants but doesn’t want to buy himself?” George asked for what seemed like the millionth time.

“For the last time, bro, he doesn’t want anything he hasn’t got already. Little rich fucker.”

George sighed and nodded. He rested his head on Sapnap’s lap and looked up to the blue sky. The younger man started to run his fingers through George’s dark brown locks, as he hummed softly to a tune that was stuck in his head.

They had both just finished work and decided to grab themselves a drink and spend some time on the beach while the sun was still shining. Not that it ever stopped shining in Florida.

“Do you think we could get Bad to give us both the week off, starting on Dream’s birthday?” Sap asked, thinking out loud.

“Probably. Everyone is working full-time now that it’s summer. Why? Have an idea?” George questioned in return, as he looked up at Sapnap with curiosity. The black haired man just hummed and kissed George’s forehead.

“Clear your schedule for next week. And make sure to pack plenty of clothes. We’re going on a road trip.”

“You mean, the three of us travelling Florida, staying in motels?”

“Yeah, except we should totally hire one of those minivans to sleep in and find little camping areas to stay at, dude.” Sap said, his excitement evident in his voice. George admired the look of pure happiness on his face, and once again, he found himself admiring Sapnap in a way he really shouldn’t.

George hasn’t been camping in a long time, but he’ll happily do it with these two mind-melting boys. The feelings of intrusion and guilt were invading his gut and gripping his mind; he couldn’t keep stealing these boys' happiness by injecting himself into their relationship, could he? “Sap?” George asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up to the younger man.

Sapnap smiled that dazzling smile at George and hummed in recognition that the other was talking.

“Why don’t just you and Dream do this road trip together?”

“Because it wouldn’t be a present from me and you if you weren’t there, Gogs.”

“But what if I just paid for it and sent you two on your way to have some time together?” George suggested.

“George, darlin’, where are all these questions coming from?” Sap gently pulled George to sit up next to him. He placed his hand on the latter’s cheek and gently caressed it and his jawline. “Tell me why you’re fretting, Georgie.” His voice was a whisper. It was so pure and so delicate that George wasn’t sure whether it was a figure of his imagination or not.

He gazed into the boy's ocean eyes and found a deep sense of comfort in them. Everything about this man was so comforting, even when he was in utter chaos.

He let his worries fall from his lips.

“Sometimes I just feel like I’m intruding on yours and Dream’s lives. You guys invite me to things that should be just between the two of you. Hell, Sap! You’ve invited me to date night three times.”

A look of realisation washed over Sapnap’s face. His eyes were still ever so caring and sweet, holding George up as he let his feelings out.

“Oh, George, you silly, silly man. We invite you because we want you to be there with us.” His hand stilled its caressing as he just gently cupped George’s soft face. “We never want to let you go, Georgie. You mean more to us than words can say.”

George felt himself shift onto his knees as Sapnap pulled him closer.

It was like the world had stopped; everything around their little bubble had gone still and silent, not wanting to break the moment.

George simultaneously leaned into Sap’s hand and towards his face, bringing them to barely an inch apart. The raven-haired male placed his free hand on George’s hip and guided the older to straddle him.

“You want me?” George whispered.

He leant his forehead on George’s, looking up at him with the world's softest eyes. Those eyes were like the dainty petals of a cornflower, blooming with emotions so raw that George couldn’t look away, in fear that when he looked back, they’d be gone, or worse, damaged beyond repair.

“Can I kiss you, George?”

“Yes. Yeah, please kiss me, Sap.”

And he did.

It answered his question.

After they got through the awkwardness of finding the right angle, the kiss formed into one of feelings. There weren’t sparks, but little flickers of a flame. It felt like something akin to home, to safety, to love. He gently placed one of his hands on Sap’s cheek and the other held onto the back of his neck, pulling them closer.

George was melting at the feeling of being connected to Sapnap in such an intimate way, in a way that only Dream was supposed to know. He was more than happy to be the one to share this beautiful man with Dream.

When they pulled away needing air, Sapnap grinned at him, and their foreheads came to rest against each other’s again.

“Come with us on the trip, Georgie.” It wasn’t a question or a request, but a loving demand from one of the men he loves, to treat the other man they love.

“Yeah, okay.” And they kissed again, all evening until Sapnap walked George home, only to kiss him goodnight.

And boy, did he brag about it to Dream.

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“Oh George!” It was Dream.

“No. Go away. I’m sleeping.”

“But it’s my birthday!” It’s Dream’s birthday.

“And it’s my sleeping day.” George grumbled.

“We’re coming in Gogy!” Sapnap cried out. George had given them a spare key a few weeks ago and he had one for their house now.

George heard silence for a while, only the slight creek of his front door gave any indication that they were still here. Despite knowing they were in his apartment, he still let sleep overtake his mind and body.

That was until he felt two pairs of hands start poking and tickling his sides.

“Oh- oh my god no-! No stop!” George cried out, somehow managing to turn over and see them smirking wickedly at him.

“Only if you promise to wake up now.” Dream replied, chuckling happily at George’s demise.

“Dre-Dream, please! Sap! Sap please save me!”

“Only if I get more kisses.” Sapnap teased, puckering his lips.

“Hey! No fair, it’s my birthday, I deserve kisses!” Dream whined, stopping his tickling so he could pout and cross his arms over his chest.

“Sapnap- Sapnap stop! Please, I’ll kiss you both if you stop!” He conceded.

Sapnap stopped, leaning forward only for George to roll out of bed to get away from them.

“Ha! Idiots.” He laughed and walked into his bathroom to freshen up. Why did he agree to go on this road trip again? Oh yeah, he was totally head-over-heels in love with his two best friends, one of which he kissed 3 days ago.

He ignored their whining from the bedroom as he took a quick shower. Once he had finished his shower and dried off, he realised his mistake; he had forgotten to bring clothes to change into.

He sighed, there were two options here. He could ask nicely for Sap to bring him clothes, or he could go out there half naked.

“Sapnap, can you bring in some clothes for me please?” George called out, hoping the youngest will save him from pain.

“Not a chance Georgie, you were mean to us.” He heard the boys chuckle. They were doing this on purpose.

The brunet sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day. He wrapped the towel around his waist and exited the bathroom. He was totally confident about basically being naked in front of two boys he loves. Sure.

The room went silent. Both younger men just stared at George.

“George…”

George’s brown eyes scanned their faces. “I know I’m attractive, but fuck me, keep it in your pants.” He sassed. Maybe he should’ve chosen a better curse word, but sue him, he had two hot guys sitting on his bed.

“We’ll fuck you, all you had to do was ask.” Dream said, his voice was low and gravely. Sapnap looked half ready to devour George, his grip tightened on Dream’s arm. George felt his knees go weak. Was this really happening? Keep faking it Georgie.

“I think we can put off the trip…” Sap mumbled. Oh God. They knew what they were doing, he could see it in their eyes.

Fake it til you make it, was the motto running through his head. Well, it was the only reasonable thought running through his head. The other thoughts were about two guys that happened to be sitting on his bed, looking so damn se-

Nope. George. Stop.

Dream was the first to move. He released his arm from Sap’s grip and approached the smaller male.

“Oh Georgie…” he cooed, pulling the latter to rest against his chest as he placed his hands on the smaller man’s hips. “You look so pretty baby, so lovely for us.”

George swore that he couldn’t breathe. Oh God. Dream just called him baby. Dream- lovely, handsome, sexy, hot, kind, amazing, friendly, beautiful Dream called him baby. Dream, the one whose lips were gently caressing the skin on his neck and lower jaw.

George needed to take control of the situation. Now.

So he turned around in Dream’s grip and kissed his nose, then the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe I’ll kiss you if you’re good today Dreamie.” He whispered. He really didn’t want to break the moment, but he was still in a towel and they were all supposed to be on the road right now.

George pulled away from the green clad mans arms and grabbed some clothes from his wardrobe before speeding off to the bathroom to get dressed. He made sure to take a few deep breaths and calm down before heading back into the bedroom to see the boys sitting on his bed again.

“Ready to go Georgie?” Sap asked, a smile gracing his gorgeous face. The brunet nodded and grabbed his singular suitcase of clothes and bathroom necessities.

Together, George and Sapnap had managed to hire out an orange Volkswagen for the week of travelling. It had a convertible bed that the three of them could share as well as tiny little camping stove.

“I can’t believe you guys are taking me on a road trip for my birthday.” Dream said, sighing happily. He really couldn’t believe how lucky he got in the boyfriend and almost-boyfriend department. He hasn’t been on a road trip or holiday since he was 18.

“Happy birthday Dreamie!” Sapnap roared from the driving seat. George flinched only slightly, leaning into Dream for comfort. He ignored Sap’s scoff.

“Happy birthday Dream.” He whispered, kissing his cheek and settling in for a car cuddle.

“Thank you both, really. You both mean the world to me.” He grinned, kissing George’s head and stretching his arm out to place it on Sapnap’s thigh from the other side of the van. Fucking slender man.

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It took them four hours to reach their fist destination. It was a small campsite in the south-east of Florida that had little electricity plug-ins for caravans so they could charge things like phones.

“I am so damn happy to not be stuck inside driving anymore!” Sapnap cried out, rolling from the van into the soft, jade grass. Dream and George giggled at him as they clambered out.

“You’re such an idiot Sap.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Gogy.”

“He’s not wrong though, Sappy Nappy. You are, in fact, an idiot.” Dream joined in.

Sapnap huffed and rolled his eyes. “Remember who’s driving you around for this road trip Dreamie-poo. It would be disappointing for you if I left you here and stole the Gogmyster.”

“I am literally right here you dummies. You can’t just steal me.” George cut in. He wasn’t an object to be taken and shared, but a human who happened to be sharing his time with his two almost-boyfriends and vice versa.

“We can and we will steal you Georgie. We’re your favourite people after all.” Dream had that smirk rising on his face.

“I actually hate you both so much.” George groaned, letting himself fall into the padded grass next to Sapnap. He felt fingers intertwining with his own and he couldn’t help but accept the smile that graced his pretty face. George used his free hand to pull Dream down next to him, so they could all gaze at the clouds and daydream about each other.

“We should grab something to eat.” George breathed into the slightly cooling Floridian air.

“Mhm, agreed. I’m starving.” Dream replied, rolling onto his side to look at the other two.

Sapnap sighed. “Ugh, I forgot about that.”

“You forgot that we’re human?” George asked, bewildered at Sapnap’s statement.

“Or that we need food to survive?” Dream quizzed him right after.

“Both, dude.” The younger chuckled. He brought his and George’s interlocked hands to his mouth and kissed George’s fingers. The brunet’s face turned a beautiful shade of magenta, causing a flutter to stir in the others stomachs. Just to push the eldest’s buttons further, Dream lent forwards and kissed his nose.

And oh god, George was melting back into his putty state. He felt so pliable and vulnerable, but in the best way because he knew that these lovely boys would always take care of him and keep him safe.

George pulled his hand away from Sapnap and sat up. He moved to the other side of Dream and cuddled against him.

“We should be giving you all the attention, it’s your birthday Dream.” He said softly, looking up at the blond and then kissing his cheek.

Sapnap moved closer and pulled Dream into a kiss. A small smile graced George’s face as he looked up at the sky and let them have their moment.

“Alright, I’m going to go and get food. You two stay here.” The youngest said, pulling away from Dream, slightly breathless before kissing them both one more time and jumping into the van.

Dream and George just glanced at each other before laughing at their hyperactive Sapnap.

“He’s like an excited toddler.” George giggled.

“More like an excited puppy.”

After a few minutes they calmed down and Dream suggested that they go on a walk and look around the campsite.

“So are you and Sap kissing on the regular now or…?” Dream asked, looking at George. The latter was spaced out, only getting his attention pulled back in by Dream’s question.

“Uh, I’m not sure. It’s only been like 3 days.” He mumbled, hiding his rosy cheeks by turning away. “Are- are you okay with it though?” George asked, turning his attention to Dream fully. He looked up at the man with a face full of worry and he just hoped that what Sapnap had said on the beach was true.

The younger man just smiled. They stopped walking and Dream grabbed both of the brunet’s hands and kissed them lightly.

“I would be even more okay with it, if you would kiss me too. But you know I’d never pressure you into anything darling.”

George felt light headed. He really was wanted by both of the men he loves. His eyes were shining bright in the early afternoon sun and Dream swore his eyes looked like liquid gold.

“You’re so beautiful George. So pretty and lovely for me and Sap. So perfect.” They were only whispers, but to George it felt like Dream was shouting from the rooftops. They were just words, but they felt like promises. And it was definitely a change from what had happened this morning.

The boys leant in closer to each other, wanting to be in the others presence as much as possible. Their foreheads rested against each other’s and they smiled like lovesick puppy’s.

“Can I give you your birthday present?” George asked, not moving, just staring into green orbs waiting for answer. It was now or never.

“I thought that the trip was my present?” Dream asked, scanning George’s face, only to see George trying to glance at his lips. The lips that happened to form the shape of an ‘o’ when he realised what George meant.

“Yeah… yeah please.” The blond whispered.

That was all George needed to lean up and capture Dream’s lips in their first kiss.

Sapnap came back from wherever he had gone to get food around 2:30 PM and what he didn’t expect to see what George snogging his boyfriends face off.

“Oh Dream, George! I’m home!” Sapnap hollered, capturing the other twos attention. They both blushed heavily with the fact they had been caught making-out.

“Hey Sappy, I was just helping George get comfy.”

“With what? Bad kissing?” Sap teased.

“Oh come on, my kissing is better than yours.” Dream responded, pouting.

“You’re both idiots.” George chided them playfully. “Obviously I’m the best kisser.”

“Is that so? Care to prove it?” Sapnap challenged, walking closer to where the boys were sitting on the grass.

“No, I don’t think he needs to.” Dream pulled George into a tight hug and hid his face from Sapnap’s approaching form. He wasn’t going to share on his birthday.

Sapnap whined. “No fair Dream! You’ve had him for the past hour.”

“Sucks to suck.”

“You literally suck my co-“

“Okaaaay- that’s enough of this conversation.” George interrupted them. He gave them both stern looks before smiling.

He quickly kissed Dream’s cheek and stood up. He pulled Sapnap in for a quick peck before heading over to the VW and checking out what food Sapnap had bought them.

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The three boys had spent the whole week snogging, eating and cuddling when they weren’t driving or setting up their VW camper-van for the night.

Although it was highly protested by George and Sapnap, Dream did do some of the driving as Sap was overly tired and not alert enough to be driving on the road. So George and Sapnap spent the majority of the ride home cuddling and keeping Dream company as he drove.

To say that none of them came back with a new joy would be a lie.

That trip had not only possibly given them a new potential partner (or two in George’s case), but the trio had also cleared up some mental stress that being adults and working all the time caused. They felt at peace with themselves and their lives, even if it was only for a short while.

George felt positive. He felt this lightheartedness build and bubble up inside of him on his second evening home. And poor old Wilbur was the one who had to deal with it.

“Then we kissed and-“

“I don’t need to know this, George.”

“But Wilbur, it feels so new and exciting and… good.” George continued. “It’s been such a long time since anything has actually felt and been this good, Wilby. Aren’t you happy for me?”

Wilbur went quiet. He wasn’t happy for George; he was hurt by what he had said. George was happy now, and Wil knew that he should be saying something- anything to appease his ex-turned-best-friend, but he didn’t know how to express his feelings without hurting George, nor did he feel like saying something positive in return.

“Wilbur?” George pulled the man from his thoughts. He coughed before replying.

“I’m happy for you, Gogs.” He lied. Because that’s what it was, a lie. He knew it, and so did George.

“I’ve got to do some stuff with Tommy, I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Wilbur said softly.
George didn’t reply for a minute or so.

“Wil-“ The younger man didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to stop talking to Wilbur, but he knew he had upset him, and when he was upset, he liked to be left alone. “Look after yourself, okay? I’ll see you in a couple of months, yeah?”

“Yeah. Bye, George.” He ended the call.

George let out a small breath and shut off his phone. He was well aware of what he had done wrong, but at the same time, Wilbur had promised him that he was over George and that he could talk to Wilbur about anything. Love included.

The brunet’s ceiling was plain white with the classic popcorn pattern. It was boring. Underwhelming. Emotionless. Which, in some cruel way, reminded him of whatever their mess of a romantic relationship had been. They had always been destined to be friends, in this life, and every other.

A sigh escaped his lips. He truly wished that he had never agreed to go on that first date with Wilbur; it would have kept his life a heck of a lot simpler. Their friendship would have bloomed magnificently, without the complications. And… well, if it wasn’t for their first kiss during the Christmas holidays (at George’s house), his parents would never have found out about his sexuality.

George didn’t blame Wilbur for what happened; if anything, he was the one who had initiated the kiss with the knowledge that his parents were walking around in the house. It just happened that he had poor timing. He also hadn’t a clue what his parents' thoughts on homosexuality were at the time.

George blamed his parents more than anything else. They had apologised to Wilbur on ‘behalf’ of George for ‘forcing himself’ on Wilbur.

Wil was smart and figured out that he probably shouldn’t out himself, so he just went along with it. George ended up spending most university breaks at Wilbur’s place instead.

Ever since that day, George’s parents had been on him, accusing him of lying to them and saying it was nearly too late for him to be ‘fixed’. They kept bombarding him with questions like ‘what drugs are you taking?’, as if that could possibly be the reason he was gay. In his last year at university, they had started going as far as threatening to hit him, excusing themselves with the excuse that it was what he deserved, it was the only way he was going to be fixed. Sometimes they threatened Tubbo.

In that last year, George had moved in with Wilbur. Their relationship wasn’t going great, and it only got worse with Wilbur’s communication habits and George’s trauma healing. They were arguing constantly, only ever getting along when either of their brothers were around. But despite all the negatives, they were best friends and always made up. It wasn’t healthy for either of them, so George decided to apply for a visa so he could move to America.

He hadn’t thought he’d get it a few months before he graduated, and he certainly hadn’t expected to come home to find Wilbur sobbing and angry about George wanting to leave him.

The brunet wiped the tears from his eyes. He should have known it would take Wilbur longer to find a way to move on.

He grabbed his phone and sent Wilbur a quick text.

{Wilbur :P}

I’m sorry :(

He sighed, threw his phone down on the bed, and rolled over.

God, why did his brain have to overthink everything?