《Private school || dnf》Awake
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A few things I've learnt since I've moved to America. One, Dream isn't that bad. Two, Karl always wins arguments. Three, Quackity likes to swear at you in Spanish. Four, Sapnap snores really loud! Which is currently the thing keeping me awake right now. (Not you guys bullying me for forgetting four T-T )
Karl's managed to move on top of me instead of leaning on my shoulder, so I can't move at all. Sapnap is snoring and Quackity and Dream are asleep. I think? It's a good thing I kept my phone next to me, otherwise this would be a very long night. Well, few hours it's like 2 am.
You never realise how boring Twitter can be until you've seen who's been cancelled and seen what your friends have tweeted, which isn't much, and then your left to scroll through absolutely bullshit. This app is really shit. After Twitter made me want to delete the apps existence, throw my phone off a bridge and then go to a bar to get drunk and hopefully find something fun to do, I went on TikTok. Then next shittiest app on earth, but it can keep you entertained longer than Twitter can.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Oh shit. Oh no. You know when your in class and you go on your phone, but you go on TikTok or something thinking your volume is low when it's really on max and then you give your self as well as everybody else? Mhm, well I just did that. Literally a second of the song played and I'm fearing my life right now, Karl is scary when you wake him up. So are Sapnap and Quackity, I don't know about Dream though. Anyway, Karl is on my fucking chest! He's gonna whoop my ass. Well shit I'm dead. Someone's moving, fuck. It's not Karl, I'd think he's dead if I didn't feel his breath on my neck every few minutes.
"Hey." Holy shit they have a hot morning voice. Who is it though? "Hey?" I panic seeing their outline sit up and face me. "Why are you up?" The mysterious person that could possibly kill me asked. As soon as the ask that Sapnap snored, like really fucking loud. "Sapnap's loud ass snores could be used as a tornado siren." He laughed. Well more if wheezed. Wheezed? Fuck, George you stupid asshole! You can't think Dream has a hot voice. I hate Dream, not going to lie. It's impossible to be friends with the bitch when he's hot, has a hot voice, flirts with you and his laugh and smile are contagious as fuck.
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"Fair point." He mumbles, here's the moment of truth. "Why are you up?" I mumble. "I heard something and then woke up, but there's no way I can go back to sleep now." He shrugs, at least I think. If only I could see in the dark.
"Are the others awake?" He asks. "I fucking hope not, I don't really feel like dying today." He just laughs in response. "Shit." I mumble as Karl starts moving. "Uh- go back to sleep?" He whisper to him. He just hits my chest with his fist and grumbled a 'shut up'. I'm not going to lie, it hurt but I'm glad he didn't do anything worse. "That was close." Dream whispered. "Yup." I reply going back on my phone. Not on TikTok though.
Instagram. The next best app to get rid of boredom. I have one question for the assholes on this app though, why do we need to know everything about your life on your shitty story? No one cares, just fuck off. That goes for the people who post their lives as well, or the ones who put they're captions as 'MiGhT dElEtE' don't post it then? Dipshits. There's also the people that put 'TaKeN' or 'SiNgLe' on their story or in their bio like no one asked, are you 12?
I only follow Karl, Sapnap, Quackity, Wilbur, Techno, Tommy and a few others. Dream refuses to tell anyone his instagram though. Well he refuses to tell me. I'm not sure why though, it's not like he posts nudes or something. Well he might, and if he does... I mean? I wouldn't mind seeing that... "George?" Uh oh. "Yeah?" I whisper-yelled making sure that Karl wouldn't wake up. "I'm bored." He whined, I giggled. "Go do something then, I can't move Karl is like a brick." I giggled again poking Karl, he groaned a few times and tried to swat my hand away but I just poked him again.
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I went back on my phone, scrolling through random shit. I never understood why Instagram show the stupid 'you may want to follow' thing, I never know any of them? None of them are hot either. Well, none of the were hot. Holy shit, this man's Instagram was the best thing ever. I don't know him but I sure as hell want to. One post was a mirror pic, and oh my god. The phone was positioned so that it was covering his face and the flash was on so there was nothing showing except his chest and a bit of his sweatpants.
He was shirtless, his abs showing clearly. He's got a hand in his hair, and another holding the phone, his v-line was slightly showing but then being covered by the band of his boxers. His grey sweatpants covered the most of his boxers but part of the band had managed to show, the bathroom looked.. familiar almost. I just shrugged it off, oh well. I followed the person known as 'ClayBlock' and turned off my phone. As soon as I had followed the person Dream's phone lit up, I'm assuming from a notification, he checked it but immediately got rid of the notification and turned off his phone.
Bored. Bored. Bored. That's all i am. Bored. There's only so many things one can do at 5 am. Dream is on his phone, I'm bored as fuck and everyone else is still asleep. I'm not going to lie, I was surprised to see that the person on Instagram had followed me back, I also saw that Karl, Quackity and Sapnap followed him. Weird. But what's even weirder is the fact he messaged me?
Hey Georgie :)
Hello :)
I only added a smiley face for two reasons. One, I don't want to be rude, shocker I know. Two, I've been told I'm a pretty dry texter and that I always seem rude?
A smiley face, for me? Wow
you like never smile :)
How would he know?
How would you know? ClAy?
I swear I know someone called Clay? Fucking stupid memory. Dream laughed at his phone, the first bit of noise he's made for a while.
You're really stupid sometimes George
Your mean :( anyway, what do
you mean? I'm smart :)
Okay, who am I then?
Shit. Think George you stupid bitch. Dream? No. Maybe? No? I don't fucking know. I don't really know who else it could be. Some kid from my class?
I need a hint >.>
Wow, your like a different person
over text. It's almost like your
happy to be talking to me? :)
Anyway, we're friends. I think?
You don't really like me, well you
didn't, I don't know about now
Dream? Maybe. He's the only person who I didn't like but I'm now friends with?
Dream?
"You deserve a prize. Took your time, but you got it." Dream laughed, I just rolled my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me your account before?" He just shrugged. You stupid son of a bitch George! Stop finding Dream hot! I don't even like him, I think? No. I can't. Right?
Fuck.
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