《Birthday surprise (Dnf)》6~
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George's pov:
"Do you like it" I wishper feeling overwhelming and filled with anxiety what if he doesn't like it or he things it's wierd. "George I don't like it I love it now we will always be in touch I mean sure we have texts but this is better and cuter." He said looking over at me and kissing me. "I can't tell if this is cute or disgusting." Drista said. I quickly pulled away and looked down at my lap. "Ummmm anyway get ready we are going to the beach." Carter said from behind her and then running out the room drista followed close after. "Let me change i'll be out in a sec." Dream said standing up and putting the 2 boxed on his bedside table. "okay yeah" I say going to my suitcase and opening it looking for some swimming trunks.
~Time skip till dream comes out of the bathroom no one's pov~
"NICK GIVE ME YOUR PHONE RIGHT FUCKING NOW." George screamed running after Sap nap jumping up trying to grab his phone. "Sap I swear to god just delete that photo." dream groaned putting his face in his hands. "Nope now let's get going to that beach." sap said grabbing the beach bag and went for the door. "DRISTA, CARTER COME ON WE'RE Leaving." Anna shouted calling down the youngest 2. "COMING." They both shout as they run down the stairs. "Drista go change into a 1 piece bathing suit" Dream said with an annoyed voice. "Oh come on George tell Clay that I can wear this I'm wearing a dress over it." she said crossing her arms. "Sorry Drista but I'm on Clay's side on this one go change and I'll buy you ice-cream." George said and Drista rushed upstairs to change.
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~Time skip to the beach still no one's pov~
"George come into the water with us!" Carter practically begged while him and Drista pulled in his arm. "No guys I don't think I can." George said as Sap, Dream and Anna laugh. "Why not?" Drista asked and George just looked down at the sand digging his feet deeper into the sand. "I can't swim" he mumbled under his breath. "What?" Carter asked as George started to tear up from embarrassment. "I can't swim." he repeated now almost crying "guys let him be I'll go with you." Sap said standing up and walking towards the water. "I'll come too" Anna said following him and the two kids followed after.
"George...." Dream moved closer to George lifting his face up to face him. "George please don't cry I'll help you in the water if you'd like." He said placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Are you sure?" George questioned embarrassed about the fact that his boyfriend would have to hold him in the water. "of course Georgie." he said helping him up. "I don't want to be annoying clay you can go have fun it's your birthday i'll just stay here." George said as dream tryed to pull him up. "No no no as you said it's my birthday and I want you to come in thw water with us please." George finally gave up and stood up. "fine..." He murmured following his boyfriend into the water. "your lucky I love you" he wishpered before stepping into the water. "awww gogy I love you too." just as dream was about to kiss George Sap ran up and grabbed George and threw him into the water deeper. "NICK WHAT THE FUCK" Dream shouted running after George. "HE CANT SWIM YOU DUMBASS" Anna shouted at him. "I thought he was kidding" Sapnap answered stepping back.
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George's pov:
I can't breathe. it's so dark I'm so scared I don't know what to do. "CLA......." I tried to scream. Then it went pitch black. "Shhhhh guys calm down he's gonna be fine don't cry." he heard Anna's voice attempting to calm down what sounded like Carter's and Drista's cry's. George coughed and instantly felt a pair of hands hugging me. "Clay...." I managed to get the words out. "Yes baby I'm here it's okay your safe now I'm sorry I'm so so sorry." He said holding him tight. "Clay it's fine you did nothing wrong." I said sitting up. Dream kissed George it was a quick peck but it was full of emotions. "George I'm sorry I shouldnt have thrown you in there like that" Sap said with a sad voice. "Sap it's fine let's just celebrate the rest of the day." I say slowly standing up I felt dizzy but they couldn't know that. Clay couldn't know that he would worry to much. "if you say so let's go get that ice cream." Anna said breaking the silence. "Yessssss" Carter shouted running toward the ice-cream shop Drista and Anna following behind him. "I'll pack up you guys can go ahead. It's the least I can do as an apology." Sap said starting to pack things up.
"Are you sure?" I ask u didn't want him to feel left behind. "Yes I'm sure now you two go I'll meet you guys back at Clay's place." He said and we did as told. we ran after everyone else and once we hit there we ordered the usual.
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