☹︎CC's pov☹︎

After changing Gregory's contact name I went down stairs to supper. "Mum guess what happened today!" "What happened dear?" "I made a friend!" "That's wonderful. Who's sweater is that?" "My friend's. His name is Gregory." "Oh that's nice. Do you want to eat?" "Yes please." I sit down and eat my food. "Where's Michael?" I ask while looking around the room. "He went out with his friends." My mother says before sighing. "That makes sense."

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I'm now in bed thinking about what will happen tomorrow will I see Gregory again? I bring the hoodie I'm wearing up to my face and hide my face in it. I blush.

'I think I like Gregory...and maybe a little more than just a friend...'

Those were my last thoughts before drifting off to sleep.

Evans dream

I was at home with Gregory we were having a sleepover! I'm very excited! He played at sorts of games together, watched a movie while eating snacks, he held my hand to! I like when Gregory holds my hand it makes me feel safe.

»»————> Time Skip <————««

We both go to bed. But before we do he kissed my forehead and told me good night. "Good night Evan." "Good night Gregory." I say quietly.

End of dream

I wake up and get changed for school not forgetting Gregory's hoodie. And then pack my things. My books, pencil case, and...

'should I bring my IPod? Well Gregory seems to bring his so maybe and mum says as long as I'm responsible with my things I should be able to do what I want with them...eh why not?'

I pack my IPod and my headphones as well then head down stairs for breakfast. "Well your up early...and seem very happy. What's up with you?" Micheal asked. "I see that as something very well don't you?" My mother says. "Eh." Michael replied barely saying anything. "I had the most wonderful dream when me and Gregory had a sleepover!" I say. "Cool. Wait. Who the fuck is Gregory!?"

"Michael. Terence. Afton. That language is not allowed in this house! Go on say it again!" "Sorry mom." Michael groans I don't blame him though he just got smacked three times in the head with a wooden spoon. "Yeah that's what I thought."

Edit

My mother says back before walking back into the kitchen to make our lunches. "But seriously who's Gregory?" Michael asks me. "My friend I made at school." "Damn you have friends." He says with a chuckle. "One." He snorts. "Alright children lunches are ready you know the drill." My mother says. "Okay." Me Michael say in sync. Micheal takes his lunch and says his goodbyes then walks out the door because he takes his car to school instead getting my father to drive him like me. I take my lunch and get in dads car. I pull out my IPod and text Gregory telling him I'm on my way.

GG
Evan's pov

Me
On my way to
school.

GG
Okay meet me by the
nearest tree most likely the
first one on the right

Me
Okay.

"What are you doing there ey?" My father asks. "I made a friend at school yesterday. He gave me his contact so we can text each other." "A friend huh. about time you get one. It is only one right?" "Yes." "Alright then." We are now at the school and my father parks his car nearby so I can walk the rest of the way. "Thanks dad." "Mhm." I get out and walk towards the school. I sit down my a nearby tree. I hold on to my Fredbear plush and wait. (Yes he take this to school I just forgot to mention him in the previous chapter sorry.) "Hey!" I flinch. "Please don't hurt me!" I yell. "Dude it's just me." I look up and see Gregory. "Oh. Sorry." "It's okay." We walk into class and sit down to talk till the teacher comes in. "Hey Greg!" Someone says behind us. "What's up?" He says smiling. "Why you talking with the crybaby?" His smile disappeared and he glared at the person. He looks the person in the eyes and says. "He has a name you know and it's not crybaby it's Evan E-V-A-N." He says spelling my name out for the kid like he doesn't know how to spell. "Call him crybaby again and I'll make sure your the one who's gonna be crying."

'Gregory is really scary...'

He kid turns around to talk to another friend. Gregory turns to me smiling and everything continuing the things we were talking about like nothing happened. (Bros bipolar or something...) The bell rings and we take out our books for class.