George was nervous beyond nervous... but then again, the excitement from his anticipation of the evening to come was shooting through his veins. He bit his lip as he watched the world fly past him, outside of the car window. He glanced over to Dream. A smug look was plastered onto his face, one hand on the wheel and the other on George's thigh, just below the hem of his skirt. It gradually rode up as they zoomed past neon lights and the beautiful summer sunset.
Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night they were going to do it. George blushed to himself, admiring the veins on Dream's hands, as he imagined how good they would look around his- George swallowed.
Tonight they were going to the drive-ins. Well, to be more specific, the whole school was going to the drive-ins. It was the annual end of school ritual, and as much as George wanted to savor every moment of what he was experiencing so far, he wanted more than anything for the evening to get to the good part.
The radio was blaring, and Dream was nodding his head to the song starting to play. He looked over to George smiling that cocky little grin of his and moved his hand off George to turn the song up. With the car speakers blasting, Dream merged lanes and placed his arm on the back of George's seat, checking his adjacent mirror. "Have to make sure I didn't run over someone," Dream joked, glancing at George and watching him chuckle and roll his eyes right back at him.
George was getting butterflies. He loved how comfortable they were with each other, unlike other couples at their school who could barely show affection or hold hands. It made George feel satisfied; they were far past their awkward stage. Sure, they had been there once, like when they first met, or the first time they kissed, or the time they made out under the bleachers... but now they were on to bigger and better things. Things like tonight.
Tonight I'm gonna give you all my love in the backseat.
Dream started to mouth the words with the song, giggling as George blushed, but then joined in with Dream.
Gonna speed it down, then slow it up in the backseat.
"How foreshadowing," George thought to himself, amused with the idea and giddy with the urge to just admit to himself he was just in love with this guy. He had almost let the phrase slip out from under his breath but was glad he had caught himself. They weren't that comfortable.
They continued to jam to the song, and soon, they began seeing fellow students in the cars around them, going to the same place they were. A hot pink car flew past them, a pack of teen girls sticking their heads out of the sun-roof and loud pop music blasting out as well. Another car, this one all white with the windows rolled down, filled with the pushover jocks screaming as loud as they could, followed closely behind.
"Ugh, they're so annoying," George remarked and turned his head away and crossed his arms over his chest, disapproving of the situation. He wasn't too big on events like these for this reason exactly.
Dream, a little more amused at the car, replied, "Tell me about it," agreeing with George but chuckling at the teens.
Dream was on the football team, but he wasn't the best of friends with the people who were actually on the team. He got along with them just fine during games or when college scouts were watching them, but in the locker rooms, that's where conflict would break out. Dream found the boys ridiculously annoying like George had suggested, yes, but he also thought very little of them as well. They had poor manners and terrible grades. He constantly teased them, knowing that their brains simply weren't advanced enough to get through the life they had ahead of them. He found them to be the school's jokers; he looked down upon them, and they didn't like it one bit. The football players were supposed to be feared. They were the popular, the "men," but when Dream joined the team, he didn't like their ways. Not only did he leave their "cult" of a friendship, but he disgraced them on top of it. Ever since then, people began to recognize Dream as more of a leader than the team would ever be. They started to respect him and caught on to how the other jocks were mistreating their fellow students. Even some of the football players took Dream's side and understood his opinions. Of course, there were still those who's loyalty still lied with Benjamin, the unofficial "leader" of the rest of the team's friend group, or as Dream liked to call them, "the stuck-up-idiots." Most of the time, though, they weren't an issue, just annoying.
