Dream's POV

I stared at my report card. Ever since I had started streaming regularly, my computer Science grade has gone down the toilet. I could keep up just fine with the other subjects since I had taken them for years but this one not so much. It was my first year doing it and I was very very lost.

I stared at the note next to the 37.3 grade average.

"Come see me after first class of next semester." I groaned, preparing myself for the embarrassment this would cause. My teacher probably thought of me as an idiot; I hated being thought of as stupid. I sighed, then looked at the calendar hung up on my wall above my desk. Tomorrow was the first day of the second semester.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Taken." I inched closer to his desk. A frog lodged in my throat, keeping me from saying anything back. All I could do was croak out a patchy, "Hello,"

"We both know why you are here. Your grades started off so well this year. You have become one of my favorite students. So when I say this I don't intend to hurt your feelings, but you have highly disappointed me these past few weeks." My throat burned as I listened to him speak, I tried my best to hold back my sobs; I could let them out the moment I stepped out the door, so all I had to do was keep them in for right now.

"You are so smart Dream. But I can tell you are stressed. Is everything okay?" I nodded.

"Yeah, I just have been doing a lot of things like hobbies and stuff. Usually, I could handle my grades but this year it just..."

"It's a new class I understand. Maybe just dial down on those hobbies and even out schoolwork and fun activities, okay?" I nodded.

"I have a student from the year ahead of you to tutor you this year. Is that okay?" I nodded again. "Good. This is his school email and this is the room you can find him in at lunch and free period. He knows who you are, so don't be scared to approach him."

"Thank you," I said back, my voice thick.

"Thank you... And Dream?" I looked back at him, ready halfway out the door. "He's a nice boy," I nodded, a little confused as to what he meant by that.

I opened the door to the empty study room. It was quiet, but when I opened the door I saw a brown-haired boy. He had pale skin and deep brown eyes. I could feel my words get lodged in my throat again. I watched him intently as he wrote things down on a notebook paper, as he sang softly to himself. He had earbuds in and he hadn't even realized I was here yet. I walked closer to him, then his eyes finally met mine. My heart skipped a beat.

"Hi, I'm Dream." He laughed and got up to shake my hand.

"George, I'm a senior. Nice to meet you." I had assumed him to be awkward, and well he was. His figure was lean and he was shorter than I was. But he still shook my hand and greeted me without even thinking.

"Dream. Are you British?" I asked only now realizing his voice sounded different. He chuckled but nodded.

"Yes. I moved here a year ago."

"Oh, that explains why I haven't seen you around. Almost everyone knows the upperclassmen by name and I haven't heard about you."

"Gee that makes me feel great." He chuckled, taking his seat at the table again.

"No, I didn't mean it like that-"

"I'm only teasing," he put an arm on my shoulder and squeezed. I had never felt like this before... And yet here was this amazingly cute senior tutoring me and I felt like puddy.

"Right, right." He offered an earbud to me.

"Want to listen while we study?" I gulped but took the headphone. I practically melted when I heard the music.

Even his music taste was perfect.

"Thanks so much for your help. I can't fail this class, my mom would kill me." George laughed.

"I get you,"

"Say, do you want to head to lunch together?" I asked quietly. George studied me for a second but eventually spoke.

"I would love to, but I'm meeting a friend who doesn't go here, off-campus. If you were a senior you would be able to join us..."

"Look I sneak out for lunch almost every day, a good friend of mine is always able to open the doors for me when I get back." I shrugged and a smile grew on George's face.

"Okay then, but if you get caught I had nothing to do with this. I can't ruin my reputation as a model upperclassman." We both laughed and headed for the doors.

"Where we headed?" I asked looking over at the other boy. Despite him being older I was at least a few inches taller than him.

"Pizza Hut. Don't ask, it's his thing." George shrugged, heading over to his car. I could hear the beep of it unlocking. [A/N: In a far off fantasy world where George actually has his license :')]

I slid into the passenger seat and smiled at him. Crossing the seatbelt over my torso and hearing the click of it locking in place. "No questions asked. Got it." I nodded and caught a glimpse of a smile on his face. I smirked in response.

We met with a tall curly-haired boy at Pizza Hut. He had a beanie, round thin glasses, and a sweater. He gave me a smile when he greeted me. "Hey, I'm Wilbur."

"Dream,"

"Dreamy name." He responded back, George rolled his eyes.

"Wow, you're so clever, Wilbur," George said back, a smile on his face as he talked. Wilbur also had an accent. Only now had Dream realized he was friends with mainly British people. Dream laughed mentally.

"You look stressed," George joked as he sat down at the booth. I slid into the seat next to him, Wilbur sat across from the both of us.

"Ugh, I've been having to babysit for my new neighbor. He is a child." Wilbur groaned.

"Isn't that how babysitting works?" I asked, whispering a thank you to the waiter as he gave me my drink.

"No, but he is a recklesschild. The other day I looked away for one minute and then I found him outside in a tree about to jump. Then he threatened me with a nerf gun and rifled through my wallet." He threw his back. George and I snickered behind our drinks.

"Sounds amazing if you ask me," I said shrugging. My mouth was watering when the pizza arrived. I eagerly grabbed a piece.

"Sure, you try to deal with him and get this: his name is even worse." I was tempted to ask what the name was but Wilbur already seemed to have enough war flashbacks. Wilbur took a bite of his pizza. "So how did you two love birds meet?" He asked while he stuffed his face. George's face flushed and I answered coolly.

"We had the perfect meet-cute. Get this: He's my tutor." Wilbur smiled. "We're so cute right?" I jokingly leaned my head on his shoulder, I could feel him tense underneath me, so I pulled away.

"So cute," Wilbur said, obviously getting my joke. "Actually though, is that how you met?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm failing one of my classes and so my teacher had me meet with him. He's a year ahead of me so he can explain it better than someone in my grade. Our first session was today." I took a sip of my drink.

"Cool, me and George met a few years ago. I think I'm pretty chill, right George?" George's face was still flushed but he nodded. When we were done he looked determined to get us back to school. Finally, on an empty street at a stop sign, I grabbed his attention.

"Hey, are you good?" He stared at me, that dust of pink still lingering on his cheeks. He shook his head and pulled over.

"How did you do that so effortlessly?" he asked.

"I don't follow,"

"Joke like that. Wilbur does it all the time, now you... How?" I stared at him but answered honestly.

"My sexuality doesn't bother me; I feel comfortable joking about it. Why did you tense up?" I asked, he looked hesitant to answer.

"Look, you won't tell anyone right?" he looked scared. I nodded without even thinking.

"I'm closeted. From everyone. And when people joke about it, it can make me really anxious. I'm sorry."

"I guess I'm okay with it because I'm okay with who I am. I know that I like boys, and I'm cool with jokes since me and my friends do it all the time. I am so sorry if we made you uncomfortable." George stared at me and I gave him a smile.

"You're?"

"Bi." I took his hand and his eyes looked shocked and scared. "I'm here if you ever need to talk." George nodded.

"Thanks," I held his hand the entire way back, tracing circles on it hoping that he found it comforting.

George smiled at me when I walked into the study room the next day. He looked tired and sad but that didn't stop him from greeting me with a happy tone. My heart pounded in my chest when I locked eyes with him. I had decided not to mention the gay thing with him unless he brought it up. He seemed confused and scared, by no means did I want him to panic anymore than he had yesterday.

"Finals are tomorrow and I'm screwed," I said dropping my book bag on the table and sitting down in one of the chairs. George just laughed.

"This is our last session so you really have to focus." I groaned even louder. George continued. "If you want I can come to your place tonight and we can study more there, okay?" I nodded, my head still face down on the table. I couldn't lift it either, the idea of him in my bedroom made my face hot.

"Good, lift your head so we can focus. I don't want you to fail." I lifted my head in a swift motion. He drank me in for a moment, his eyes lingering on my, what I assumed to be pink, cheeks. he shook off the thought and started to quiz me.

I sprinted for the door when he arrived. Butterflies in my stomach. I dragged him to my room without saying a word.

"So this is your room?" He stared at the gaming PC and browsed the books on my shelf. "Nice gaming set up."

"Thanks, got it all myself. Donations really help with that." I said cockily.

"Cool, you stream?" I nodded.

"And youtube. Small fanbase but I've studied the algorithm so I have high hopes I'll make it."

"I have no clue how you are failing classes." I chuckled.

"Come on, we can just study on the floor." I sat down cross-legged and he did the same. His knee barely grazing my own. It sent ripples of electricity through my body. As he spoke, explaining to me different things that I wasn't processing, I watched him. His mouth moving gracefully as he spoke, and from this angle, his face looked even more pretty. He caught me staring and locked his eyes with my own. I gulped as he watched me. His eyes flickering from my lips and back to my eyes, I was weak for him. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and could barely grasp the air in my lungs. He leaned in close to me and let his lips just barely graze my own. Like he was asking permission before he moved any further. I made the other move, making our lips collide in a blurry spur of passion. He gripped my hips and pulled me close, he fell onto his back and hovered over him. I could barely even think, I knew exactly what was happening but in my brain, everything was happening way too fast to catch. I wouldn't know where my hands had been until after they moved to a new place.

"I am so going to fail that final," I said pulling away breathless.