@Quackforlife

Who tf is this

[Two pictures attached: The first, a short video of the two laughing at something. The second, a picture of Dream hugging this random boy.]

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@Dreamisbay

Dream looks really uncomfortable tbh 😬

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@Jikja

FOR REALL THO

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@kishot

I wonder if they met before 🤔🤔

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@Wilbursoot

Stop assuming things.

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George was slumped on the sofa, tapping away on his phone. He had just gotten word from Clay that he and the rest of his band would be coming to the UK to collab with a 'model.'

A second later he was sworn with messages from Twitter about the collaboration and the words of the other about it: Violet Starling.

She looked nice.

Tommy came bursting in, stretching his arms out, collapsing next to George. The brunette lifted his head. "Did the stream go well?"

"Yeah. They loved it." He opened up his phone and went immediately onto Twitter. "Oh, Gogs, look at this." He showed George a tweet about the collaboration he had previously seen.

"I know, I saw." George turned back to his phone with a small smile.

"It's weird we met them, 'innit?" He slurred. "Like, and you and Dream have this thing going on. I saw you on Twitter today."

George lifted his head at the news. "What?"

"Yeah, look." George's eyes grazed Tommy's phone as he scrolled down his timeline, to a tweet in which bore a photo and a video- Crude messages were written at the bottom, little did he know, but Tommy wouldn't show George.

"What?" George read it, looking dazed. "Where'd they even get that photo?"

Tommy shrugged. "Dunno. It's been gaining a lot of attraction."

The blond looked up at George's anxious face and he switched off his phone. "But hey, lots of people took photos with him and posted them on Twitter so-" He finished awkwardly, putting a hand on George's screen.

"Hey, let's do something else." He told and George shut his phone, sliding it into his hoodie's pocket.

The two boys sat there for a moment, rather bored, trying to find something to say to one another- They didn't have to wait very long, however, for soon Wilbur came bursting in to grace their ears with his excitement.

"I got it! I've got it!" He marched onto the sofa and rolled over, a notebook in hand and a pencil stuck in his ear, pushing the fake Harry Potter glasses that he had bought years ago up his nose. "I've got it!"

"What've you got?" Tommy asked, shuffling closer to gaze at the notebook, however unsuccessful as Wilbur stood up and began pacing to and fro.

"A plan! A plan to get my name out there!" Wilbur was an ambitious man and every idea that crossed his mind was so idiotic yet incredible at the same time, George wasn't sure how he did it.

"I'll do what so many people did, YouTube. It's so silly, it's ludicrous, but it's so right!" Wilbur jumped around. "Streaming works too, doesn't it? But YouTube's a different field. I don't know where I want to dabble in first."

"What're you trying to say now?" George asked, and Wilbur turned to him. "Remember when I used to sit down and you or Niki would film me playing the guitar?"

He nodded, "Yeah, something like that!"

"Is it even popular anymore? I mean- That was a long time ago." George asked cautiously, but Wilbur's head was high in the sky and his grin was twice the size of a child figuring out the bliss of fantasy, and yet George didn't have the heart to tell him anything.

"We'll see. I'm trying it out," He declared, dramatically giving the others hands to grasp. "And if you'll join me, it'll make it all the more funnier to see Tommy peak."

"What- Hey!" Tommy barked, but George grabbed his hand, smiling.

He pulled him up and lifted his arm in the air. "Now this fine nutter, inlove with Cedric Diggory and a certain you know who-"

"Hey!"

"-Shall join me on my quest to kick Thou's ass for not believing in thy!"

"Hey! Thou did not ever dare to say something so foolish!" George pushed his hand out of Wilbur's with a grin on his face. Tommy pulled his phone up and began to film the two as they monologued.

"How dare thou lie!" Wilbur pushed back. "Give me one moon and thee'll be surprised with all the progress I'd have made."

"That's dull, thee's stuffing thou's face with words that shouldn't be placed together!" George bit back, staring at Will.

He grinned. "Thy's a Dullard."

George gasped at the words, placed a hand on his chest in exaggeration. "Thy chooses to yap on when thy thyseleves think like bulldogs, are like Muttonheads and act like thy were raised by a pack of wolves!"

Wilbur sucked in a breath, laughing. "Thy's a dick!" He pointed and George laughed, they all did, even Tommy, who had to suffer years and years of things like this.

"Improper language. You shall be sent to Lucifer, you Hamilton-obsessed dunce!"

Wilbur fell to his knees laughing and at the end, he was laying on his side, barely breathing because of wheezing so hard. Tommy switched his phone off to go and help him up.

"Oh my god-" Wilbur let out after he was taken to his feet with Tommy's help, only to laugh even harder than before. George didn't think it was possible, but he was laughing right along side him, with Tommy sniggering on the sidelines, grinning.

"What are we even laughing at?" George clutched his stomach. His cheeks hurt from laughing too much.

"I don't know!" Wilbur laughed, wiping stray tears from his eyes. After a long while they had settled down, only giggling and chuckling here and there.

Tommy began humming 'non-stop' from Hamilton and it got Wilbur in the mood to yell the lyrics out, with Tommy at his side, yelling along with him. "AFTER THE WAR I WENT BACK TO NEW-YORK." They yelled and George was just left to sit in silence, watching Wilbur and Tommy rap the lyrics.

During the Hamilton and burr bits, Tommy pretended to be Hamilton and Burr was played by Wilbur, both conveying so much emotion in the way they spoke and moved around.

"C'mon Gogs, it's your bit!" Wilbur whispered to him as Angelica and Eliza came into the picture. The brunette rolled his eyes and let Tommy and Will pick him up.

"Why am I always Angelica and Eliza?"

"Because they're absolute goddesses, now go on- Say the thing." George rolled his eyes at Wilbur and Tommy's enthusiasm.

"He will never be satisfied."

Tommy threw his fists in the air and bellowed a cheer that rattled the room with the thought of love and care rolling off of his tongue.

They really were a bunch of idiots.

"You're gonna get us kicked out!" George elbowed his shoulder and he grinned, laughing.

"They wouldn't dare."

"Oh I think they would." Wilbur cut in. "Well, lads, honestly- That's terribly selfish and childish of you, tut tut tut!" George watched with an open mouth as Wilbur grinned and mumbled on about how they were the ones being children when he was the one that instigated the fight.

"You motherfucker!" Tommy called him out and Wilbur ruffled his hair, sending an arm on top of George's head too. 

"You guys are the weirdest I've ever known." 

"You're worse." 

"Why thank you." 

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