Too Good For This World
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Thread Topic: Too Good For This World
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"No...the random quiet moments, those times when your voice sounded really strained, something's up." Dream stated. He ran a hand through hi blonde hair and sighed. "Talk to me."
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*his (sorry)
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George's heart started to race and he put the phone on speaker, placing it on his desk. "I have a little cold, I'm fine."
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"Liar. What actually happened?" Dream asked again
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"Nothing. Happened." George retorted, curling his legs to his chest.
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Dream sighed and sat in silence for a moment. He was trying to decide how to get it out of George when he heard a loud bang from the other end of the phone
Matthew shoved George's office door open and glared at him. "What the f*** are you doing?" Matthew practically snarled. -
George jumped, looking over to Matthew with wide eyes. "N-Nothing- I'm not doing anything.
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Dream went on mute, put the phone on speaker, and set it down on his desk.
"F***ing liar, I said what. Are. You. Doing? You're supposed to just tell me." Matthew continued to glare as he walked into the room and slammed the door behind him -
"I just streamed-" George said, tensing. "I'm sorry."
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Dream gripped the edges of his desk and he listened intently. This had something to do with whoever walked in, and he knew it.
Matthew closed the rest of the distance between him and George, and stood over him. "What? Are you scared of me? You're supposed to trust me and tell me everything. So do it." He placed a hand on George's shoulder and leaned in close. -
"No-" George said, glancing over at the hand Matthew had just placed on his shoulder. "I don't know what to say- I- I don't know-"
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Dream's knuckles turned white as his hold on the desk tightened. He couldn't believe someone could ever treat George this was. He was so loving, kind, and perfect...who would dare to?
Matthew pushed George, a little harder than he meant to. -
George balled his hands into fists. His chair was pushed back along with him, and he gently reached up to grab his shoulder. "I- I'm sorry-"
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What the f---...
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I looked on through the screen of the school laptop, wondering what the f--- I just read.
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