irl; 30
george nervously paced around his uncles house, trying to summon the strength in himself to ask his mom to borrow the car.
him and dream has scheduled to meet up at the park at approximately 11am and george was practically shaking.
1 new notification!
deaddreams: about to leave
this caused george to breathe even harder, as he tapped the message and responded with,
ok :)
im so excited
he placed his phone back in his pocket and looked at himself in the mirror, fixing his shaggy hair, making sure his sweater is clean and that his jeans werent to baggy but just baggy enough not to be to much.
if that makes sense...
he went over his outfit countless amounts of time before grabbing his shoes, a pair of white converse, and slipping them on over his plain white and black socks.
looking back, he grabbed his earbuds and put them on, not starting the music just yet.
"mom,"
"what is it, george?"
"could i borrow the car? i just need to go to the park."
"what would you need to go to the park for?"
"to mingle? meet other kids while im here? yknow... make friends and what not." he laughed awkwardly.
she thought for a moment, "the park is only a few roads down, just walk, it'll be better for you."
george sighed heavily, before agreeing silently and opening the front door with the creak.
the boy walked down the mossy front steps into the foggy air, smelling of salt and wet air, before he began the 15 minute walk to the park along the cracked concrete.
he took his phone out, selecting a song.
pierre - ryn weaver
the upbeat yet soothing rhythm of the song calmed his evergrowing nerves as he continued down the path, passing mothers walking with children and lonesome boys just like himself. (covid doesn't exist in this btw)
as he neared closer to the park, his nerves shot up again and again.
the stone brick entrance was starring him down as he walked towards it, he looked down, noticing a small rip in his previously white- now dark with mud- converse. he decided to focus on his shoes instead of the path in front of him.
he finally decided to play a different song while he walked around the park.
little dark age - mgmt
he sighed happily at the song, keeping his eyes out for a bleach blonde head of hair.
he started off at the playground, which he waited for 20 minutes before he got up and begun walking around.
bleach blonde hair bleach blonde hair bleach blonde hair
bleach blonde hair, sitting on a bench with his phone out, texting someone.
he nervously walked up to him, taking one earbud out and tapping the boy on the shoulder.
"dream?"
the boy stared at him for a few moments, before responding,
"um- no. sorry."
his thick welsh accent proved that this was indeed not dream.
"oh, my bad." george replied, walking away, face blazing red.
he continued to walk around longer.
1 hour to be exact, before he finally sat down on a cold and damp bench, a new song now ringing in his ears as he took his phone out, opening his messages with dream.
the adults are talking - the strokes
about to leave
ok
im so excited:)
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12:42pm
dream?
where r u?
im by the playground
are you around?
dream?
1:02
dude?
dream
cmon ):
hello???
1:23
im going home
can you at least respond to me???