I found this prompt thing and couldn't help but do it

Not me having so many ongoing books and thinking about discontinuing one and making another one please help

Some of this was written on an iPad, so if the paragraph lengths are wonky that's why

This was so long, I was thinking of breaking it up but not anymore

Third-person POV

George drummed his fingers on his desk impatiently, waiting for the morning bell to right and for class to start. Of course, he's usually the first person in class so he probably'll have to wait another ten minutes for the guy he was looking for.

Unluckily for George, he and this guy were complete opposites when it came to showing up on time. George was so far to the "early" side that sometimes he had to wait for the teacher to unlock the door, and Dream was so far to the "late" side that sometimes George wondered if he was actually showing up.

George wondered how he'd fallen in love with such a dumbass.

But he always did, albeit a little late and with his face flushed from running down the halls at top speed. George was sure he's gotten some sort of complaint from the other classes because running at that speed causes a lot of racket, but the blonde just shook it off.

Back to the present, the teacher eyed him knowingly. Since she'd been assigned with closing up the school for the night, she saw the two stand at the front after the end of coding club, and she would have seen the blond being offered the brunet's umbrella, the two walking to the brunet's car, and the blond taking the umbrella to walk to his own car and leave.

She sighed, their mutual attraction had gotten so out of hand to the point where literally the entire school would be ecstatic to see them get together. Hmm, it's like something out of a cheesy love movie or a book. She thought.

The alarm snapped her out of her chance and she got up from her desk to sit at the one in the front of the classroom, near the whiteboard. She wrote down the warmup analysis problems in that day's AP English class, they were to provide their point of view of the first part of a nonfiction novel of their choice.

The hot and humid weather of June was currently silenced by the pitter-patter of the rain against the window, just as the Weather app on George's phone predicted. He sighed again, as the bell rang and students began to file into the classroom, chattering about some nonsense. George caught some words here and there, like "slept with" and "super late", and with a mix of anger and mortification, the boy blushed.

He was angry, the blond wasn't usually one to sleep around and neither was the brunet, so Dream must've done the devil's tango with his boyfriend or girlfriend or S.O. A pang of disgust hit George in his heart, they were in high school after all, but George realized that he was also a little jealous.

With a huff, he declared that feelings or not, he didn't have time to chase after the perfect boyfriend material, with his bright smile and kind nature and beautiful blond locks and—

SHUT UP HEART!

He resumed his previous, previous thought process and decided that feelings or not, he wants his umbrella back, the umbrella that his grandmother gave him when he was younger. His heart warmed at the woman, she was just the sweetest person he'd come across. The lowerclassman Tubbo and Lani, when around bees, came to a close second.

"Class, please take your seats and sit down. It's time to begin the lesson."

Time skip: Recess/Lunch/Free period

George was now tapping his foot against the ground impatiently, staring at the clock. Seriously, it was two o'clock and Dream hadn't shown up at all. George expressed his saltiness and anger at the blond by saying "He's not here." In every single class when the teacher called his name.

He finished his sandwich and got up and threw his paper bag into the trash can. On his way to the library, he was stopped in the hallway. It was by Nihachu aka Niki, the sweet, quiet girl in his chemistry class (that often hung out with the very loud Minx, which George though was a strange combination) who was the definition of "bean that could kill you if they wanted to".

She asked him if he knew where Wilbur, the head musician in the General Instruments class. She started to give an explanation but George just pointed to the parking lot, where he saw the brunet strumming his guitar absentmindedly on a bench.

He continued walking and was again stopped by someone, this time by a quiet boy who was also in coding club, a brunet that goes by the name Ant. He asked George where his boyfriend was, and George shrugged and said he thought he saw Velvet in the cafeteria. Ant thanked him and left.

George was starting to get annoyed, he just wanted to march over to Dream's house and demand his umbrella back, and he was going to do it whether the blond was ready or not. Most likely not, if he's been gone this long. His brain added snippily.

When he was a couple of meters away from the door, he was once again stopped, but this time by a boy with his brown hair covering his eyes that looked like he'd been running and crying at the same time, who slammed into the brunet abruptly.

George, like the nice person he was, dragged the boy to the nearest bench and offered him a tissue from his bag. The boy took it and wiped his eyes, and once he had relatively regained his composure, George realized it was Fundy, Dream's boyfriend.

"Why are you here, aren't you supposed to be at Dream's house and fucking him or something?" George immediately regretted snapping at the obviously hurt boy who looked at him in shock, but before he could apologize, he burst into tears again.

"He- he- saw me— I didn't mean to— and then- it was too much an I— I didn't mean to!" Fundy hiccuped and sobbed, and he curled up again.

"Calm down, deep breaths. What happened exactly?"

Fundy followed his advice, and began to explain.

"I slept over with him and Sapnap, and Sapnap teased him on the little umbrella with the blue waves on it, and I bend easy to peer pressure and joined in, and then he dumped me shouting 'THAT UMBRELLA'S THE MOST PRECIOUS THING I HAVE RIGHT NOW' and kicked us out." Fundy admitted shamefully, eyes once again threatening to spill with his tears.

"Thankfully, I've been thinking that his affection's been directed towards someone else and he's been super distant... I guess that it was never meant to be." ((I had to you guys, I couldn't resist))

George's heart filled with hope that he didn't know that he wanted, and he walked the now okay boy to Wilbur, asking the brown-haired boy with a beanie to comfort him more.

George had somewhere to be.

He grabbed his bike (hey, the boss of the pizza place was stingy with his money) and set off towards the house of the man who had his umbrella, but this time not fully intent on taking back the thing that was precious to the two of them.

Time skip- About fifteen minutes, since Drem doesn't live too far away.

George knocked on the door three times and stepped back, almost tripping down the stairs and landing on his bike in the process. He tapped his foot against the pavement, annoyed because he knew that the blond was home (he could see the car in the driveway was parked).

He lifted his wrist and stepped forward to knock again and was blown backward from the door opening outwards. Shit, I thought that was an inwards-opening door. Thankfully, his dear bike looked like it decided to break his fall.

Hallelujah to me, luckiest guy in the world. God loves me so fucking much.

A few minutes later, he was in the bathroom of Dream's house with an icepack to his back and a bandage to his right hand. After he fell, Dream fussed over him, asking if he was okay over and over again.

George was sort of pleased at the constant attention that he'd been receiving, being coddled and fussed over was something that he hadn't experienced since he was younger, his parents never being the super super affectionate type.

The rational part of his brain scolded him though. He obeyed it's wishes, and bluntly asked, "So, are you going to tell me why you broke up with your boyfriend and said that my umbrella was the most precious thing you have?"

Dream froze in the middle of putting more bandages on George's hands, and the blond covered his mouth with his hands. "How do you know that?" George rolled his eyes, as if Fundy was the type of person to not tell at least one person about a horrible breakup.

"Fundy told me. He's okay now, but you really took a toll on him."

"Shit. I didn't mean to be mean... I just realized that it was from pity that I was with him. My parents said it's not healthy to be with someone if you don't love them."

George nodded.

"And... I probably shouldn't be with someone when I love someone else." Dream caressed George's face gently, similar to how a doctor inspected their patients. George didn't fail to see the loving intent behind the motion though. He practically melted at finally getting attention from the blond.

George got a strange rush of confidence, and clasped the younger' hand in his. The brunet smiled cheekily.

"Oh, and who may that be?" George questioned teasingly, a look of innocence on his face.

"Hmm, he may or may not be sitting in front of me right now, my hand in his." Dream played along, equally as teasing.

"Oh, does he have his hand on your cheek now?" It was George's turn to caress Dream's face, stopping with his hand on his cheek.

"He does. Does he... love me as well?" Dream took a leap of faith, eyes closing in nervousness.

George smiled, a look of pure love and adoration and relief. He embraced the younger in a tender hug, resting his head on his shoulder, eyes closing in bliss of the feeling of embracing his crush.

"Yes. I love you, Dream."

"I love you too."

Bonus scene because god I'm already at nineteen hundred words might as well push the limit.

"You better be giving me back my damn umbrella." George pulled away, tapping the freckled nose of the blond jokingly.

"I will. I have something even more precious in my possession right now." Dream laughed, the joke a bit too funny to him to contain.

George, oh-so-dense George Davidson, his brain out the window and picked up by the wind, didn't pick up on the implication. His eyebrows raised in pure confusion.

"What is it?? I don't remember giving you anything. And my umbrella is mine now, thank you very much. You're not taking it from me again, mister." George scolded Dream, still not getting the reference.

The blond wheezed loudly, a sound that both made George happy and embarrassed. He whacked the other with the roll of bandages, "Shut up, just tell me already!"

"You. I have you now."

George grinned softly.

"I have you too."

"And I'm never letting you go."

That took so fucking long, there's like two thousand+ words on this stupid thing

Anywaysss, hope you enjoyed!

Have a good time doing whatever it is you're doing,

Stay safe :D

Star~chan