Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 3

"George, what time are you coming over?" Dream ignored his first remark.

"I'll probably just bring you home and we can go from there."

"And me?" Rose chimed in.

"Oh, right. We have to drop Rose off first, then we can go to your place."

Dream hated the idea of being in the same car as Rose. He despised it. "I'm not getting in a car with her."

~After school~

"Do y'all want to listen to music?" George asked from the drivers seat.

"No." Both Rose and Dream replied, Dream in the back, Rose in the passenger seat.

"You guys are so boring." George turned on his car and pulled out of the school parking lot, heading to Roses parents house.

"Rose, do you still live at home?" Dream asked, mockingly.

"I'm eighteen dude." She turned in her seat. "You think I can live alone at eighteen?"

"I live alone at seventeen."

"Right, maybe if I become a drug addict and a bartender, I'll get kicked out too and then we can both live alone."

"I'm this close to punching you in the fucking mouth." Dream motioned with his index finger and thumb, shortening the space between them until there was barely a sliver of light.

"Hey, hey. Enough of the threats, Dream." George said from the front, glaring at the blonde through the rear-view mirror.

"She's scared, look at her." Dream pointed to Rose, who scoffed and turned back around in her seat.

"Just remember who's in the front and who's in the back."

"I'm moving up there once you leave, roach." Dream smirked. "Rose sounds like roach. I think that's your new nickname."

"They don't sound the same." Rose rolled her eyes and looked at George. "Put your dog on a leash please."

"Please, you think George has the nerve to put a leash on me?"

George groaned. "Please shut the fuck up you two."

"It's him or me, George." Rose threatened.

"God, shut up." At a red light, George slammed his head on the steering wheel in annoyance. "Let's play the quiet game. Next person who makes a noise had to walk."

Dream sat back in the seat, and Rose crossed her arms.

"If I win, will you call me a good boy?"

George smiled and pulled the car over. "Out."

"So then this makes me a bad boy? I like degrading too."

George let out an uncomfortable laugh. He liked how Dream always had something clever to say. "You're an idiot."

"Oh yeah, I like that." Dream moaned out, jokingly.

Suddenly, George went quiet and his face turned red. "Anyways."

The rest of the way to Roses house was quiet, and when she left, Dream moved to the front seat.

"That made me uncomfortable."

"Or did it turn you on?"

Georges face started to grow pink again. "Dream, please."

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I swear to God if you keep saying shit like that, I will put a leash and collar on you." George tried to focus on the road, Dreams eyes burning a hole in his cheek.