~Daddy issues~ Dnf

~Daddy stuck around but he wasn't present~

I remember sitting in my little brothers room, he was barely two. As an eight year old I was scooted into the room and thrown toys. My dinosaur stuffed animal in front of me, it reminded me of the times my cousins flew in to see us.

I remember hearing my brother cry senseless while I slowly broke down while he sat in my lap. He sobbed quietly, which was unusual for a child that young.

As I stared at the broken memories also known as toys. I remember my mom coming home tired out of her mind, she told me "Daddy was too busy to pick me up today" "But mommy how did you get Jayden?" "Mommy had to deliver him herself sweetheart, daddy works so hard" " I feel like I never see daddy,"

"Me too"

~End of dream~

I wake up with a certain groan that usually cues the music to play. But I do not live in a movie, if I did it would be a sick joke.

I swing myself out of bed, irritated, I put on black denim jeans and a blue tee shirt, eventually throwing on a black hoodie.

I walk out of my room and down the hallway into the dining room, my brother Jayden comes trudging out of his room. Uniform on he asks mom in an irritated voice " Why do I have to wear this stupid uniform!" Jayden attends a private school, I go to a public school which if you are surprised , no, does not have some hot version of all my friends who fight, use slang, and do drugs. In other words my schools not a stereotype.

"Sweetie-" my mom says before I continue for her "Jayden, please understand that private schools require uniforms. You don't have to love them, but just wear it, because your education matters"

I had the chance to go to a private school, but that would delay my brother from going so I decided to go to another public school for high school.

I'm in my senior year and my mom's panicking over college money.

We heard a knock at the door and my mom's face drained.

"George! Get Jayden in the car, take my keys and go" She says "But mom-" I try to say just by her saying harsher "GO."

I grab my brother Jaydens arm and the keys on the table and run out the back door to the car.

we get in and I play music and start driving, "So buddy your 8th birthday is coming up, what do ya want?" "I don't know....maybe a visit from dad"

I feel my neck freeze up and I lower my eyelids in a small action. "Buddy you know we can't be around dad."

"I wish we could."

I pull up to the school and drop Jayden off.

And with a sigh I continue driving to my high school which is 15 minuets away.

~Time skip~

I pull into a parking spot in student parking only to see Dream who's walking over to me with a smug face.

"Heyy Georgee" he pulls out my name. "What do you want" "AWWWE don't be rude Georgie" "Listen Dream, I'm not in the mood for any of your shit today" " phtt- you wish George"

To get him out of that situation, Karl, George's best friend since primary school, throws a volleyball at Dreams head and grabs Georges arm and pulls him farther away.

"Dreams being a dick again huh?" Karl asks, slightly hushed. I nod and he pats my shoulder.

"Don't worry George brush off the assholes I know you can" He tells me.

"Thanks Karl " I say. Karl has been there for me fully ever since he saw what my father did for my family back in primary school. He is the only one who knows and everyone always asks if he "Likes" me to which I laugh off. He does not like me in that way, definitely not.

"It's what best friends are for, right? I know you'd do the same for me, plus, that dude just doesn't really leave you alone now does he?" Karl assured George, his question at the end making George think for a second. "He really doesn't, I wonder what that's about" George reflected.

Karl looks at George, like he had the realization of the century. "Dude! He totally likes you!" Karl asserted. "What!? No way, he's definitely not into me, or men, or anything, he's like the Costco  of a heterosexual male" George attempted to reason.
"Maybe he's like- old gay?" Karl implied. "What the fuck is old gay?" George said with a wandering look on his face. "In like the older decades you had the gay guys who would shove down their gay ness and would end up acting like total douche bags because of it" Karl explained, and it made sense to George who physically paused. "Holy shit, he's gay, he likes me" George restates in awe.

"OooooooOoo are you into him at all?" Karl chirped,  "I mean- he's not- bad looking" George says as they walk through the everlasting corridor , until they get to their lockers, he leans on his. His eyes scanning Dream who's goofing off with his friend. "Not bad at all..." George says as he ever so slightly bites his lip, "oh my god Bella swan, knock that off, we don't bite lips" Karl bantered. Immediately knocking George out of state, "ughh I can't believe I was just checking that idiot out" George buzzed. "Maybe he's like your Bradley Uppercrust the third, and you're his Max" he proposed the idea with absolute happiness in his voice. "Karl...I swear" he mumbled, snickering slightly. "This means you can have that Chappell Roan song as your theme!!" Karl revolutionized  "NO WE DO NOT USE THE QUEEN FOR THIS" George lectures
"The Queen is Joan Jett and you know that very well, Chappell roan is A Queen but not THE Queen" Karl retorts. George rolls his eyes and shakes his head "no way, Chappell Roan is a full on goddess" George disagrees. "Well, looks like we'll need a third opinion! The bell is about to ring anyway, might as well ask Bradley uppercrust" Karl sneakily suggests "oh my god Karl no-" George says, hiding his flustered face against the locker, like he's about to die from second hand embarrassment.

"DREAM!!!" Karl yells out to Dream, who looks up confused "...yeah?" Dream asks, Karl never interacted with Dream, not even ONCE. "Joan Jett or Chappell Roan?" Karl quizzed him with such ease it was slightly concerning. "That's easy, Joan Jett, all the way" Dream disclosed the argument. "See George? Dream thinks Joan Jett is better" Karl grins as he pokes at his flustered friend who is still hiding his face. "Georgie I didn't know you were a Chappell Roan fan" Dream ribbed at him lightheartedly. "I guess- I didn't- I ughhhh" George sputtered. Karl finishes for George "he's having a bit of a Bella Swan moment, good talkin to you Bradley. By the way I will not only toss volleyballs at your head if you continue to mess with George" Karl forewarned. Dream started to get uncomfortable, and confused , "noted" he agreed. George horrified and embarrassed, still hating Dream but wanting to be around him and hear his voice, and not let his eyes wander in fascination.

As George and Karl walk side by side to their next classes, they part ways as George heads to algebra and Karl heads to science, Dream staying slightly behind, but next to George. In a sort of silent tension way, at one point George pays for his habit of leaving his back pocket unzipped as they walk down an endless flight of stairs, a cassette tape George had found while looking through his grandmothers drawer when he was 7, but still listened to fell out. Dream bent down and picked it up, George almost snatching it out of his hand, but instead he just full on offers it to George. "Cassette huh? I didn't realize people still used them" Dream divulged, trying to make conversation. "Yeah, it just had some music, some stuff I'm into..all that" George mumbles. "Cool, so you're into like older pop? Or rock? Or...what genres ?" He asks "pop 80's and 60's definitely, 70's rock was the best of any other decade" George finalizes "that's really cool..." Dream says, and gives George a slight smile. And George's stomach feels like it's just been lit on fire and exploded, he's blushing, his eyes are wide, his mouth just a crack open, but he still gives a slight head nod and a quiet thank you before going to his seat and immediately typing dreams name into Spotify, finding his account and listening to all his playlists, while Dream immediately sits down and makes playlists of every genre George had told him about, he didn't know why, maybe to make fun of George more? More source material, or just the fact that he wanted George to be impressed with him.