The group finally made it past the hundreds of shops, approaching the small seafood hut. The doors were held open, chatter openly heard from customers inside.

"Are we sure we wanna go here? This place is busy as hell," Sapnap intended, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Who cares?" Dream muttered, trudging into the small restaurant.

The rest of the boys quickly followed behind the taller to the front stand.

A tall man, (but shorter than Dream by like three inches) with slicked black hair greeted them.

"How many?"

"Just us five," Karl responded.

The hut was nice. It had a beach theme and wall plants and hanging plants and floor plants. Lots of plants.

Fairy stringed lights hung from every corner, glistening against the small window above every couple of tables.

After a short wait, the man escorted the group to a far booth table.

Karl, George and Dream squished together sitting across from Sapnap and Darryl.

George sat in the middle of Dream and Karl, his body pressing up against theirs slightly.

A short waitress approached them. She had short black hair and a full black uniform on.

"Good evening, boys. I'm Taylor and I'll be your waitress for today."

Her eyes scanned the table, falling onto Dream.

She grabbed a small notebook out of her pocket of her apron, taking a pen after that.

"Drinks?"

"I'll just have a water," Dream responded quickly.

"Strawberry lemonade," Karl added.

"Same with me," Sapnap implied.

"I'll just get a water," George muttered quietly.

"Same with me," lastly Bad said.

"Alright, I'll be right back with that. Take your time with your menus."

She flashed a smile at Dream one last time as George watched her carefully.

Why do all of these dumb waitresses show so much interest in him?

"What're you gonna get, George?" Bad asked, holding the menu up across his face.

"I don't know. What even is some of this stuff?"

"American food," Dream replied quickly with a soft chuckle.

"I wonder if it's better than the food back in England."

"Oh, definitely." Karl told him with a smile formed into the corner of his mouth.

"And how would you know?"

"I just do, Nick. Hush."

Light chuckles came from a few of them, their eyes drawn away from each other and back to their menus.

After a few short minutes, the black haired waitress came back happily with their drinks which she held on a rather large black tray.

"I got three waters and two strawberry lemonades here," she explained, setting the drinks down in front of her on the edge of the table.

"Are we all set on food?"

The boys all stared at each other, quickly nodding.

They all ordered some basic, tasty food. George wasn't too excited, having to sit in a booth rather close to the kitchen and having to smell everything that came from the fresh seafood.

Small talk forced upon them, Karl and Sapnap giggling the entire time.

Dream really enjoyed everyone's company, dodging making any eye contact with George since he was sitting so close.

After they ate, they shared the payment for the bills and made their way back down the pathway.

Karl wanted to do something like another beach trip but everyone settled on an entire beach day for tomorrow.

After long conversations walking down the path, they settled on the amusement park.

There wasn't much they needed besides a few portable chargers and a camera.

Yes, a camera.

Sapnap and Karl decided on bringing a camera to vlog the whole trip to the amusement park, only filming when Dream was out of frame.

After the beach house trip, Karl would well edit it and post it on his YouTube channel.

The amusement park wasn't far. It had only seemed like so since the day faded away quickly. They arrived in front of the ticket booth when it was completely dark.

They reserved each of them to go on seven rides for fifteen dollars each.

Making their way to the main entrance of the park, they saw everything.

The lit up Ferris wheel, the small shacks which held all kinds of food and different lights. It was truly beautiful.

"Alright!" Karl exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

"Where to first?"

All five boys heads turned in different directions, their eyes scattering the park.

"I say we do roller coaster first," Dream muttered, their heads spinning.

"Already?" George asked with a frown.

"Yes, already. Roller coasters are the only reason anyone likes amusement parks. Right?"

Darryl shook his head.

"I'd prefer going on something more.. relaxing first. Yeah?"

Sapnap and Karl shot glances at each other.

George's frown faded to a large grin. "I agree with Darryl."

"Alrighty, sorry Dream but we choose relaxation." Sapnap laughed, patting Dreams shoulder.

"Let's go on that stupid swing thing. It lifts you further in the air and it's pretty slow." George pointed out.

As they approached the swings, they observed each seat could fit two people.

"I'll ride with George," Bad said before anyone else could speak.

"Alright," Sapnap replied, "I'll go with Dream and Karl can sit alone in the one behind us."

"Hey!" Karl scolded in an annoyed high pitched tone.

"Let's go," Sapnap interrupted, ignoring Karl.

Both George and Dream snickered.

There was a short line since most of the people at the park wanted the more intense rides.

Once the round of people were down, the swings fell. The employees moved quickly, detaching everyone's seatbelt and bars which fell in front of them.

George piled into a random seat beside Darryl, hurting to fasten his belt.

Slowly, the swings lifted off the ground.

"So.." Darryl started.

George glanced from the ground to him.

"I like Zak."

George's eyebrows flew up, his head spinning to face Darryl.

"What?"

"Now it's your turn to confess."

George opened his mouth but he didn't speak. He was slightly taken back by the sudden confession.

"Confess what, Bad?"

"What you feel. For him." He pointed in Dreams direction, who sat with Sapnap multiple rows in front of them with Karl behind laughing at something.

"Look, Darryl."

Darryl nudged him lightly with his elbow. "You can talk to me, George. I know you want to get something off your chest to someone. You need someone to talk to."

George sighed deeply, tapping his hand against the bar.

"I'm just.. so confused, Bad. I don't know what's going on in my own damn head."

"You're unsure?"

"Yeah. I'm unsure of a lot. I've never even had to think about my feelings or my emotions this much in my life."

George felt safe telling Bad everything going on in his head.

"For example, earlier. That dumb waitress was trying to flirt with him and I just.."

"Jealousy?" Bad interrupted.

George slowly bit his lip, glancing at Dream again, who was running his own fingers through his hair.

"I think."

Bad smiled dearly. "Your secret will be safe with me, George."