.: The Rink :. Dnf .:. REWRITTEN

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Tw: This chapter has homophobia in it! And the F slur!!!

:.George POV:.

George woke up first and looked over at the clock 1:32pm... oh

He looked over at Dream, yawning.

Dream had his arm wrapped around him, sleeping soundly on the pillow.

"Dream.." he poked Dream, trying to see if he was a light sleeper.

He didn't respond- he was out cold.

"Dreammie...." George mumbled, continuing to poke him.

No response- he was still asleep.

"Loveee..." George started throwing random lovey nicknames- he was still asleep.

No response- Jesus Christ.

"Babyyy..." he started to joke around not expecting Dream to wake up.

"I like that one." Dream mumbled choosing that nickname out of all the names George said.

George's soul left his body.
"You- you were awake??" He stuttered.

HE WAS AWAKE!?

"We gotta get up now.." George poked Dream awkwardly.
"You have a game"

Dream groaned as he knew George was right- he had to get up.
"But i wanna sit and cuddle..." He dug his face into George's hair.

"I can just go to the hockey game by myself and just let another man help me understand what's going on." George grinned- he knew that would get Dream up.

Dream sat up- yeah no.
"I'm up..I'm up.." He got out of bed too put a shirt on.

George chuckled as he also got up.

"I'm gonna wear what I'm already wearing." George laughed as he calmly walked out of the room, looking down at his clothes.

Followed by dream realizing the time.

"ITS 1:40???" George would here a large crash in the bedroom- And soon followed by Dream throwing on a hoodie and grabbed his gear and was trying to put shoes on- making his way out of the bedroom.

George chuckled as he saw Dream struggle to put his shoes on.

"CMON WERE GONNA BE LATE!!" Dream quickly put his shoes on and grabbed his bag of gear and then George's arm, running downstairs towards the door they went.

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They got there pretty quickly (2:13pm)

"I'm gonna go talk to the coach for a minute about something, I'll meet you here in a minute!" Dream said quickly running his way toward the hockey player locker room, leaving George alone.

George didn't even have a chance to respond, he chuckled until he heard a familiar voice.

Oh No... not here.... not now... please..

George turned and faced someone he wished never to see again.
"Quackity....." He quietly mumbled.

"Hello George." Quackity grumbled, crossing his arms annoyed.

"Why are you here.." George sighed, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"Well to play hockey of course, You would know if you didn't DITCH us." Quackity scoffed as his teammates walked in.

"Hockey isn't my thing." George mumbled, kicking the ground softly.

"Oh yea, isn't it figure skating or something." Quackity furrowed his brows, having a small snarl.