GUYS GUESS WHAT!!

-Wilbur POV- bet you didn't think of that 😏

George put his head in Dream's chest. He put it- Dream's chest. It's not that I'm jealous. Well I am. I'm jealous but who wouldn't be, George told me he loved me, he used to hug me and lay in my chest. Not Dream's, or Karl's. He hates being hugged as well but he just let Dream hug him. "I'm- I'm going to go." I grabbed my stuff and put it in my bag not bothering to do it neatly, I just can't watch that for any longer.

"Are you okay?" George asked, shit why can't I just stop liking him? His cute brown eyes, and fluffy brown hair, or his cute smile or the way his face lights up when you say something wrong and he calls you out on it. That's why.. "I- uh- yeah! Bye!" I waved and ran off. Nice one idiot. I practically ran out of the hall, pushing past the students who were in my way. Where am I going? I don't exactly know, just away. Away from Dream, and Karl and everyone who stole George from me. MY George.

Shit. "Oh- I'm uh- I'm sorry." I nervously laughed offering a hand to help the person I accidentally walked into up. "It's alright." Cool, he's Dutch. "I'm Fundy." He put his hand out offering me to shake it. "Wilbur." I smiled and shook his hand. Now that i look at him he looks fucked. Not trying to be rude but shit. "What happened to your face?" I asked, my eyes widening. "Oh shit! I didn't mean to sound so rude, I mean the cuts and shit." He shook his head. "Don't worry about it, and I'm surprised you don't know. George beat the shit out of me." He chuckled. George? Like my George?

"George Notfound?" I asked tilting my head. "That's the one." It's been a while since he's done that to someone, at least that I know of. He used to fight people who hurt me or him. Or even Tubbo and Tommy. "Can I ask why?" I ask making sure not to cross any boundaries, "I was with Dream. I've never really like George but god Dream is amazing. He's funny, hot and just what's not to love about him?" He chuckled. I don't care about Dream. Tell me about George! "So I was kinda like staring at him to say, ha I'm with your man, type thing but he got pissed and yeah." I nodded understanding what happened.

So he wants Dream, and I want George? "I'll make a deal with you Fur- Fru-" "Fundy." He cut me off. "Fundy, right sorry. You help me get George and I'll help you get Dream." I smirked holding out my hand for him to shake. He thought for a moment before smirking and shaking my hand. "Deal." I nodded and grabbed a piece of paper out of my pocket, I grabbed a pen and wrote down my number. "Here, that's my number. I'll text you where to meet and we can start planning?" He looked at me confused and grabbed the paper. "I'm not hitting on you don't worry. I want George, and only George." He nodded and put the paper in his pocket. "Got it. So I'll see you around? Or soon?" He asked. "Soon." I nodded and walked off.

"Wilbur!" "Big bro!" For fucks sake. "Tubbo! Tommy!" I smiled turning around. Techno is there as well but he's on his phone, probably plotting some revolution or something. "Are you okay? You kind of just left back there?" Tubbo's asked concerned. "Oh no I'm fine! I just um- felt a bit sick that's all!" I lied, forcing a smile. "Oh, okay! Well I hope you feel better! C'mon Tommy." He smiled and dragged Tommy away again, Techno wondering mindlessly behind. Thank god they're gone.

I walked towards my class and thought about the deal I made with Fundy. I get George, he gets Dream. Easy right? I'll just talk to George more and make him fall for me again and not Dream. I'll also have to get him away from Karl because he's very touchy and stuff. It may be friendly but I'm not taking any chances. Especially when he's already letting them touch him without him yelling at you.

Once I arrived at the class I sat down in my seat and grabbed my notebook from my bag. Setting my bag down I placed the notebook on the table and grabbed a pen from my pocket, I opened a clean page and started writing.

George.

Brown eyes, brown hair, cute smile.

Your perfect in my eyes. I'll ever let anyone hurt you, your mine and I'll make sure your happy. Always.

I'll buy you things, hug you, tell you your perfect everyday, take you on dates, I'll do it all. All for you.

You used to love me, you'd tell me all the time. I loved you too, I still do. Just things were.. different back then. My parents, your parents, every thing and one kept us apart, but they can't stop us now. No one can, not Dream, or Karl, or even Sapnap and Quackity. Your mine and only mine. Some might say I'm possessive or even obsessed and they might be right in some cases but that won't stop me, I know your made to be mine, and so I will make you mine. No matter the cost.

I have Fundy helping now, he wants Dream. I think he might want Dream as much as I want you, but I doubt it. No one can love someone as much as I love you. Phil and Techno tell me to 'get over myself' and 'move on' but they'll never know, they'll never love anyone as much as I love you, they'll never know what it's like to be this in love with someone. Techno used to support me and help me talk to you when I was too shy but now, now he just tells me to move on and that 'your not mine' he doesn't understand. He never will, no one will.

You don't realise that I'm the one you love, I've been spacing myself. Taking time to actually process that your here and not rush into things and scare you away but instead you've fallen for someone new. Or so you think you have, I know you still love me, your just yet to realise it. I didn't say anything at lunch, but oh did I want to. I wanted to tell Dream to stop touching you and to tell Karl that I could comfort you and that you didn't need him, but I refrained from doing so.

I hope you realise soon that I'm the one you love. I would hate for something bad to happen to Dream and Karl. After all, they do seem like lovely people, they just got attached to the wrong person.

Until next time.

-Wilbur

I'm not sure why I write it like a diary, or like he's ever going to see them because I'm reality, he won't. In my preferred reality he would never know of these stupid letters I continue to write, in my preferred reality he would be in my arms not worrying about anything or anyone. In my preferred reality there would be no Dream or Karl, just us two together and happy.

But this is reality and things don't always go as we wish.

But not long George. Not long at all and you'll be mine once again.

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